Sympathy for the Devil?

The man ignored the queries as he stalked through, so focused was he on his goal. Through the glass doors he could see that the coffin was poised perfectly vertical today, flawlessly displaying the poor bastard strung up inside.

Nathan had been here before. A tour, along with the security chiefs, that had been  hosted by the smug scientists. The white mice had been proud, no, privileged, to be working on this controversial project and were quick to show off their prize. None of them considered that it was a man and not a rat marinating in that vile concoction.


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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