What do you mean, stop the experiments? Are you nuts?! You finally did it, you crazy bastard!
Dave gasped, as the Voice came back again. In his dreams, he saw a tall man, face shadowed but grin visible, as though it had it's own light. A gold tooth glinted in the smile, glistening as it reflected the light of the thin cigar.
"It, it doesn't seem right..." Dave mumbled in his sleep.
Not right? Are you fucking me? Look at him! He's alive, and it's all thanks to you!
The tall man came over, taking Dave's face in his hands and forcing it to look at the groaning mass on the table. It moaned out pitifully, its chains tight as it tried to move.
Who the fuck needs a Super Serum when you got this! We don't need to make our soldiers stronger! If they die, we just shoot them up with this crap and their up and at'm to kick some more ass!
The man released Dave, doing a little jig in his excitement. "But, but Fredrick, look at him, he's barely alive! And you saw what he did to Sharon!"
Dave's spine tingled as he remembered poor Sharon, who had bent over the thing to examine it. It lunged at her, taking a bite out of her ear and half her face. Dave still cringed as the memory of her scream.
Meh, a few minor side-effects. You just do your numbers again, change things around, it'll be good.
"But Fredrick, it doesn't seem righ-"
Going stock still, Dave tried to scratch at the phantom hands that were choking him.
Now you listen here, you little chicken shit goody-toucho ******! I'm sick and damn tired of your morals always fucking with my business. Like that Super Serum? Yeah, I saw what the real stuff did, but when it was sent to the labs, it did jack shit! And during the whole time your bitching about "War being bad enough" and "this getting in the wrong hands."
Still choking, Dave watched in terror as the grin with the gold tooth came closer, the cigar being taken out of its mouth.
Now you listen here, David. You may have the smarts, but I've got the balls in this deal, you hear me? All this fund money, that's thanks to ME. So think you've got the nuts, thinking you can fuck with ME.
Now whimpering, Dave watched as he saw the man hold up a knife. The grin widening, the blade blurred.
Dave yelped in pain, feeling warm liquid flowing down his chest. Eyes stinging with tears, he watched as the man took the cigar out of his mouth, and slowly moved it to the open wound.
Remember this, David...
The cigar plunged into the red hole.
I OWN YOU.