THE MOD TEAM (paramods) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-15 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | wolfram & hart |
Truth Plot: Begins
The serum. That was the only thing that mattered. He had to get the serum away from them.
Lies, lies, lies! He wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Wolfram and Hart LIE! But he wouldn't. He couldn't. Not now, and perhaps, if the footsteps gaining on him were any indication, perhaps never.
"Professor!" They were calling to him. That meant they had him in sight. The professor darted quickly to the left, eyeing a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. His lungs were burning with exhersion, but he pushed himself onward. "Professor, don't make us take measures!"
Make them? Ha! He would have laughed if he could spare the breath. No one made Wolfram and Hart do anything. They would follow through with whatever plans they had no matter what. He jumped the last few feet, trying desperately to ignore the stitch in his side. The fingers of the hand not clasping the canister twisted into the fence as he pulled himself up. It was the LA Water Treatment Plant. A thought bubbled up in his mind.
The prime of his life was long past. The professor had not yet seen his twilight years - in retrospect, these had been his twilight years, hadn't they? - but he was still too old to be performing stunts like this. But adrenaline carried him up the fence, desperation took him through the barbed wire. He heard a crash of thunder, and something slammed into his back. He fell forward, with just enough presence of mind to grip the canister close to him, shielding it from the impact on the ground with his body.
His shoulder was on fire. The burning in his lungs was now a deep, wrenching flame, burning his every breath. The professor looked down to check the vial, and it was coated in blood. His blood. There was a spreading stain on his shirt.
He could hear water. The professor pushed himself to his feet, and thunder crashed again. He stumbled, and fell when his leg refused to support him any longer. But he could hear water.
Destroy it, his mind whispered. If they wanted a weapon, turn it back on them.
Heaven forgive me, he called out, and flung the canister with all the strength he had left. He heard the breaking of glass, and then a splash, before everything turned black.