Pat was sitting next to the window flipping through some old magazine that had gone out of business years ago while Dan spoke to the boss, a cheeky fellow until he started drinking ten years ago after losing his wife to another man. Pat encouraged Terry to get over it; that there were plenty of fish in the sea that would just love to hang with him if he'd just get rid of the picture frame holding a picture of his ex around his neck. He claimed a mutant got ahold of her.
Pat's attention was brought back to the sound of doors opening. In walked Dan, not looking so good around the eyes, and Terry, who seemed to be in a state of serenity. His steps were light and calculated. He was like a child dancing in the rain. Dan's steps were clunky and off-center like he'd been tipping back with Terry.
"Do you like my hat?" asked Terry, taking off his hat, tossing it in the air, catching it one-handed behind the back, and then held it out in front of him.
Pat couldn't help but think of a zombie apocalypse beginning to happen right at the start of the end of that line. Why this thought came to him he didn't know. Perhaps, it's because he knows the real reason Dan is not looking so well.
"Yeah. Great hat. Why are you looking so blue, Dan?"
Pat watched Dan's eyes look over at Terry. Following Dan's eyes, Pat was met with Terry's eyes. Terry had a big grin on his scruffed up face, a tooth was missing, one side of his mustache was shaved and the other long, going down to his chin, and a scar that ran down the left side of his cheek.
"You, my good fellow," said Terry, "and this good fellow is going to go to the labs and get what I need to further conduct my experiments.
"Now, to avoid any funny business..." At that moment, Terry lept at Pat, caught him in the arm with a razor blade, and was back beside Dan before Pat had time to blink. Pat stood up from his chair.
"What the fuck!" yelled Pat. He wasn't a violent man. He thought about hitting people but never acted on it. He resisted the instinct to do so now.
"My good boy," said Terry, "you and the razor blade, which had a special ingredient smothering its blade like an over-barring mother, exchanged greetings and that exchange will bring you," he paused to take in a breath, "nourishing growth."
Gesturing for Pat and Dan to take a seat, Terry said, "You are going to be doing as I say for now on."
Dan took a seat immediately. Pat resisted. He felt resisting Terry's gesture to sit was like asking gravity to flip its gravitational pull, but he did resist. Pat had a life to go back to. Pat looked at the door that led out into the street.
"Ahem." Terry snapped his fingers. Pat's head turned like he was a dog that caught the sight of a t-bone steak. "There is no escaping. There will be no conflict. You will be doing what I say from now on, thanks to what I've invented. You are the first trial subjects but the experiments went well with the rats so they will surely work with the both of you. Let's not get into what will happen if it doesn't."
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