Who: Samuel (solo mostly) What: suicide When: April 2nd, 2042, 2:00 am - 2:30am Where: his lab at the government facilities Rated: high for suicide
Samuel looked back at the clock. The red numbers on the clock glared at him. It wasn't as though it was the first night he had been at the lab well past midnight, pushing on until the sun started to peak it's head out again. But tonight he was there for a purpose. He had something to end and it was going to happen tonight. It needed to happen tonight and stop getting pushed off. Everything was finally set in place.
For over twenty years now, Samuel had been working for the Project and the government, trying to help them find a way to give people permanent, stable powers later on in life. On December 12th, 2041, he finally figured out how to do it. It was sad that he hadn't figured it out earlier but probably for the best that he hadn't figured it out sooner. Only he knew the answer though, as the one other person who had been working with him, Samuel had had the memory extracted from by one of the kids who had been part of the project.
Samuel wasn't dumb though. After hearing the screams that echoed down the halls of the government buildings, when kids were captured from Hellfire and the Railroad, and brought in for testing, he knew that his research needed to end with him. But he was too selfish to let it end with him. He has been working for over twenty years on this and there was no way in hell that he was going to let his work go to waste. But there was also no way in hell that he'd let the government make some sort of super powered army to destroy other nations with.
So he spent the next few months figuring out a way to encode the whole formula so that no one would be able to figure it out, except his family. Samuel carefully crafted a letter to each of his children, grandchildren, wife, brother-in-law, and even Jacen and his wife and kids. Everyone had a portion of the formula and a personal letter. Some of the kids were given actual pieces of the formula, some were given clues as to where to find their portion of the formula, but none were given more than a piece of paper larger than one inch by a half an inch. Of course, no one knew what Samuel was doing and not even his assistant was cognizant of the whole scheme. But it had to happen and the whole thing needed to end with Samuel. It was bad enough they were testing on kids, but he wasn't going to let them continue the madness so long as he had anything to say about it.
But the formula and personal letter wasn't the only thing each person would be getting. On certain days for the next year, things would happen. Anniversaries would be remembered, flowers would be delivered on birthdays, and in due time, everyone would be able to cope with his death. A year from the day he planned on killing himself, a letter would be sent to Danielle as well, explaining why he did it. Everything was carefully planned and already set in motion.
So as Samuel took a seat at his desk comfortably, he glanced at the time again and picked up his phone. Come in 15 minutes, he texted his assistant. Samuel pulled out a bottle of scotch. He had already laced it with a poison though he knew that he didn't want to be in pain when it all happened. He wanted to drift off and go in a somewhat peaceful manner. So Samuel pulled open the top drawer to his desk and took out a needle that was already filled with a fast acting sedative.
He eye the needle and then his phone. One last phone call couldn't hurt. He dialed the number for the house and no one answered. As the answering machine picked up, Samuel smiled with a tear rolling down his face. "Hey guys, it's just dad calling to say I love you all." There was a pause as Samuel looked at two family photos on his desk - one of the seven of them, and one that was more recent of almost everybody together around Christmas time. "I'll see you all later..." And with that, Samuel hung up, rapidly wiping away tears from his face. He didn't want to wake up Danielle, so he quickly texted her, I love you, for ever and always.
Samuel set his phone down before he could think to send anything else to anyone and picked up the needle. He rolled up one sleeve and plunged the needle into his left arm. As soon as all of the medication was in, Samuel pulled out the cork to the bottle of laced liquor and drank about a cup of it as fast as possible. Before he could even begin to grimace at the burn in his throat from the liquor, the bottle slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor and his body started to go limp.
As his eyes started to close, Samuel looked over at the pictures of his family and Danielle and smiled. Within minutes, his heart slowed and Samuel stopped breathing, the image of his family and wife being the last thing he saw and people running in to the room frantically being the last thing he heard before he successfully committed suicide.