Post by Spirk on May 29, 2005 15:09:43 GMT -5
He sat behind the little orange and brown booth and stared out at all he accomplished. He had won after all. He had proven he was the better scientist. Not only had he survived his own genetic bug, he’s managed to find a cure that kept him safe from that idiot Hanson’s bug as well.
“I did it you bastard.” He crowed at the dead body that sat across from him. It was Hanson of course; the bastard had been sitting here, tears in his eyes as he had looked at all of the dead bodies that littered this local Burger King. It wasn’t his fault that the bug had escaped, one of his research assistants had a small tear in his suit and no one had even known he was infected until he suddenly dropped on the shores of Lake Mead and by then it was too late, too late by far.
Hanson had become sick with worry as the first reports of his killer virus began to trickle in. He knew that it was too late to stop it, that it was 99% lethal; in short Dr. Niles Hanson had killed the world. Mills had watched the man with a loathing hatred that could only be found in the greatest of enemies. Hanson had appeared to be torn up and distraught over the release of his virus but Mills could see the underlying pride, the little look that the good doctor would give him out of the corner of his eye when he thought no one was looking. The look said see, I told you that I would win in the end.
Over the last twenty years Dr Niles Hanson and Dr Thomas Mills had been competing to make the perfect bug, the perfect killing machine for the perfect war. At first it had been an attempt to find a better way to kill the cockroach, the hardiest of all God’s creatures. It was said that nothing short of a nuclear blast would do the job and they had been right, yet it was Dr. Hanson who had come up with the perfect chemical balance that would off the little bastards. Oh how the man had celebrated he had danced around in his office and had gone as far as to wave the little silver canister in Mill’s face.
Mills had the last laugh though, as two months after the Roach killer went on the market it was recalled as an unknown side effect of the spray suddenly appeared when family pets started to drop dead, their body infected with the chemical compound strikingly similar to the bug spray. Hanson had laughed then, had enjoyed the sudden rise of his status within the scientific community once Mills had stumbled.
Both of them had been assigned their new jobs not long after that, to make the perfect bug. The one that could kill all of your enemies without touching your own troops and for the last ten years they had competed, had gone from generation to generation of killer virus. They had refined, had mutated and changed the genetic codes until the death rate was almost 100%. Then Hanson’s bug had escaped and Mills had seen his chance at victory slipping from his grasp so he did the only thing he could think of to stay in the competition.
He released his virus.
The panic had been heavy from Hanson’s virus as it spread like wildfire through the western states, the secret base that had been just outside of Vegas was compromised but the vaccine, one that had been created by Mills as part of the competition, kept most of the military there alive. Until the second virus was released on the world, there was no vaccine for that virus, no cure, except the one that Mills had given himself and the one he had slipped to Hanson as the man had sat staring at a darkened television monitor. The Emergency network had stopped broadcasting days ago and everyone in the underground complex was dead, everyone other then Mills and Hanson.
Mills had hurried off to take care of one last thing before he revealed everything to Hanson, before he told the old fool that he had beaten him, that his virus was the more efficient killer but when he had come back to the lounge the bastard had been gone.
It hadn’t been difficult to find him though; he had used his keys to open each of the gates and had sealed open the latch on the front door lock with a wad of chewing gum to keep the lock from sliding into place. There was no need to worry about someone breaking in because everyone was dead.
It was the gunshot that helped Mills locate Hanson. He hurried down the street, past the dumpster that sat in the alleyway, the bodies overflowed from it where someone had attempted to clean up but it hadn’t taken long to realize that it was a lost cause. He found the Burger King doors as they stood wide open and inviting. It was in the center booth at the back of the store, the one in front of the big picture window where he had found Hanson.
Mills had felt the anger as it rose up from within him. Hatred so black and so deep that it ripped itself from his lungs with a primal scream. Hanson lay face down on the table, his body held up by the booth. His brains where sprayed against the picture window behind him and blood had seeped to cover the better part of the table.
“Damn you.” He growled as he sat down across from his nemesis. “I beat you, I came out on top.” He grabbed a handful of Hanson’s hair and lifted the destroyed face up off of the table to stare into the dead eyes. “How could you cheat me like this?” He let the head fall back onto a table with a wet slap as he stared at the dead doctor. “I killed the world and you didn’t even give me a chance to tell you, bastard.” He looked down at the bloody mess that was Niles Hanson, noticed the spray of blood that covered his shirt and he started to giggle.
“I killed em all.” He giggled as he picked the pistol up off of the table, the blood soaked gun warm in his hand. He started to laugh even harder as he pressed the muzzle up against his temple. “I showed em, I showed em all who the best was.” He laughed as the tears rolled down his cheeks, laughed until the bullet from the gun ended his laugh abruptly and thus, ended the human race.
“I did it you bastard.” He crowed at the dead body that sat across from him. It was Hanson of course; the bastard had been sitting here, tears in his eyes as he had looked at all of the dead bodies that littered this local Burger King. It wasn’t his fault that the bug had escaped, one of his research assistants had a small tear in his suit and no one had even known he was infected until he suddenly dropped on the shores of Lake Mead and by then it was too late, too late by far.
Hanson had become sick with worry as the first reports of his killer virus began to trickle in. He knew that it was too late to stop it, that it was 99% lethal; in short Dr. Niles Hanson had killed the world. Mills had watched the man with a loathing hatred that could only be found in the greatest of enemies. Hanson had appeared to be torn up and distraught over the release of his virus but Mills could see the underlying pride, the little look that the good doctor would give him out of the corner of his eye when he thought no one was looking. The look said see, I told you that I would win in the end.
Over the last twenty years Dr Niles Hanson and Dr Thomas Mills had been competing to make the perfect bug, the perfect killing machine for the perfect war. At first it had been an attempt to find a better way to kill the cockroach, the hardiest of all God’s creatures. It was said that nothing short of a nuclear blast would do the job and they had been right, yet it was Dr. Hanson who had come up with the perfect chemical balance that would off the little bastards. Oh how the man had celebrated he had danced around in his office and had gone as far as to wave the little silver canister in Mill’s face.
Mills had the last laugh though, as two months after the Roach killer went on the market it was recalled as an unknown side effect of the spray suddenly appeared when family pets started to drop dead, their body infected with the chemical compound strikingly similar to the bug spray. Hanson had laughed then, had enjoyed the sudden rise of his status within the scientific community once Mills had stumbled.
Both of them had been assigned their new jobs not long after that, to make the perfect bug. The one that could kill all of your enemies without touching your own troops and for the last ten years they had competed, had gone from generation to generation of killer virus. They had refined, had mutated and changed the genetic codes until the death rate was almost 100%. Then Hanson’s bug had escaped and Mills had seen his chance at victory slipping from his grasp so he did the only thing he could think of to stay in the competition.
He released his virus.
The panic had been heavy from Hanson’s virus as it spread like wildfire through the western states, the secret base that had been just outside of Vegas was compromised but the vaccine, one that had been created by Mills as part of the competition, kept most of the military there alive. Until the second virus was released on the world, there was no vaccine for that virus, no cure, except the one that Mills had given himself and the one he had slipped to Hanson as the man had sat staring at a darkened television monitor. The Emergency network had stopped broadcasting days ago and everyone in the underground complex was dead, everyone other then Mills and Hanson.
Mills had hurried off to take care of one last thing before he revealed everything to Hanson, before he told the old fool that he had beaten him, that his virus was the more efficient killer but when he had come back to the lounge the bastard had been gone.
It hadn’t been difficult to find him though; he had used his keys to open each of the gates and had sealed open the latch on the front door lock with a wad of chewing gum to keep the lock from sliding into place. There was no need to worry about someone breaking in because everyone was dead.
It was the gunshot that helped Mills locate Hanson. He hurried down the street, past the dumpster that sat in the alleyway, the bodies overflowed from it where someone had attempted to clean up but it hadn’t taken long to realize that it was a lost cause. He found the Burger King doors as they stood wide open and inviting. It was in the center booth at the back of the store, the one in front of the big picture window where he had found Hanson.
Mills had felt the anger as it rose up from within him. Hatred so black and so deep that it ripped itself from his lungs with a primal scream. Hanson lay face down on the table, his body held up by the booth. His brains where sprayed against the picture window behind him and blood had seeped to cover the better part of the table.
“Damn you.” He growled as he sat down across from his nemesis. “I beat you, I came out on top.” He grabbed a handful of Hanson’s hair and lifted the destroyed face up off of the table to stare into the dead eyes. “How could you cheat me like this?” He let the head fall back onto a table with a wet slap as he stared at the dead doctor. “I killed the world and you didn’t even give me a chance to tell you, bastard.” He looked down at the bloody mess that was Niles Hanson, noticed the spray of blood that covered his shirt and he started to giggle.
“I killed em all.” He giggled as he picked the pistol up off of the table, the blood soaked gun warm in his hand. He started to laugh even harder as he pressed the muzzle up against his temple. “I showed em, I showed em all who the best was.” He laughed as the tears rolled down his cheeks, laughed until the bullet from the gun ended his laugh abruptly and thus, ended the human race.