I don't need my wife. Not anymore.
It's fine like this.
I have about 3 liters of blood.
More than enough to end my research. Back to my lab, just like all the other ordinary days.
But without Luther.
The mouth split first.
Subject #59 had a weak jaw. When the seizure hit, the tension cracked his cheeks like glass. Blood poured between his teeth. Pink foam, then darker. His tongue bloated up and slid halfway out. I didn't blink. I just watched.
He was dead by the five-minute mark.
1.8ml. Thigh. Full-body spasms. Ruptured mouth, asphyxiation. Died: 5:02.
Still useless.
I stripped the gloves and grabbed a new pair. My fingers stuck to the inside. Probably dried blood. I didn't bother to check if it was mine.
The next subject was already strapped down. #60. Younger omega. Skinny. Barely conscious. Eyes barely open. Might've been drugged already. Easier that way.
I loaded the next dose. 1.0ml. Injected into the calf this time, just for variety.
