"This might pinch a little," she said.

He wasn't sure how he had agreed to all this. He had been talked into it a little too quickly. Was he trying to impress her? Was he trying to get her attention?

"That was a needle. I think you meant a prick or stick, Dr. Corlinn," he said.

She stopped and looked at him. She was breathtaking, but now she appeared very annoyed with him, and this was not the ...

The toxins wafted from the beaker. He knew better, but he lowered his mask and inhaled deeply with a small smile. Anyone looking would be reminded of an old grandfather pouring over a pot of stew, tasting it before serving to his family. One taste of this soup, though, and anyone would drop dead.

Which is exactly what he intended to happen.

“Lance! Mary!” He called his partners from the nearby...

Clementine set up the camera in front of her latest subject, Maxine, who sat patiently in their chair. Clementine had gone mad and it’s trying to find the cure to th newest disease. Almost like yellow fever, but with a few more symptoms, the disease involved a multistep process of getting sick. However, to catch the cold is far too easy. She needed to help mankind, she said to any who believed sh...

“We’re spending too much money on tedt animals,” he stated again. “We need an alternative.”

“And what would that be? Ourselves?!” exclaimed Trish. Usually he hated just about everything that came out of Trish’s mouth, but this was actually a good idea.

“Why not?” He asked, not even half joking. Everyone just looked at him blankly. Then the conversation continued. He stopped listening.

He had p...

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Dr. Elizabeth Warren stood before the mirror, her hands trembling as she splashed cold water onto her face. The fluorescent lights in the lab’s restroom flickered ominously. She looked up, half-expecting to see someone else’s face staring back. But it was just her, weary and pale. She hadn’t slept well in weeks, plagued by strange dreams of blood and twisted bodies, but she couldn’t shake the f...

She was an odd one, really.

It wasn’t hard to bribe her. The innocence tightly woven into her eyes was easy to spot. It was like a clear pressure point in her demeanor; a perfect description of who she was. It wasn’t long until she told me her name:

Martha. Martha Hearts.

If it weren’t for my research, I would’ve kept her around for a while. But alas, all good things must come to an end. Just as ...

Hmmm you’d make a good test subject.

What, Professor, me??...

Writing the eight:

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Don’t like herbal tea

Too bitter and plant-y

It might grow but it won’t grow on me

I say ban it like some old king’s decree

It’s useless don’t you see

I hate the taste of ketchup

Defiled tomatoes. Stored in a glass cup

Like the blood of past deeds, poison comes up

And bites on my tongue, makes me gag and hiccup

I despise vegetables

They tear me up with mand...

Why does it always attack

Why can’t I ever fight back

It always takes me over

Pulling my heart to the floor

Feeling empty and sad

But really there’s nothing bad

It’s still just pulls me down

why would a reason be needed

Dragged to the floor

Happiness always stored

My heart always frowning

Sad and lost and lonely

I hate this thing that is me

As messed up as can be

Nothing smart in its head

A sha...

Eccentric is a nice way of putting it. Many of us would call her crazy, or insane. As for the two lab partners that went “missing”, I would say she is lethal.

The way she acts seems as if she would never hurt a fly. She seems so wrapped up in her ideas that she couldn’t focus on hurting someone.

But that’s just it. In her eyes, she is just testing out a theory.

In reality, she is killing people wi...