Post by geneticus on Nov 29, 2009 19:47:39 GMT -5
Sigh. Just another day in the life of Gene Al Teicus. It wasn't much at all, seeing as he had no friends or even acquaintances to spend time with. Just like it had been with the rest of his family. Being completely obsessed with finding the cure for a blood disease did that to people. For the past few hundred years, the Teicus family had been plagued by a serious blood disease no one could identify. It prevented them from being outside for extended periods of time and made them more susceptible to things such as heart attacks, strokes and cancer. Amazingly, Gene had none of these things, making him the luckiest member of his family. Not that he could call it a family, since he was the last one left. As with his family before him, he was completely obsessed with finding the cure for their disease.
Gene was nowhere near the genius the rest of his family had been. All but a few of the 'cures' he created were actually successful. He tested his cures on the few people he managed to kidnap once a week, but most of them never returned, for the cures that were unsuccessful had deadly effects on those he tested them on. This did not, however, stop him from doing what he was so obsessed with accomplishing. Today, however, he was not here for that. It was good to leave the lab every once in a while and this was his normal hide out. Deserted, desolate, and isolated from the outside. It was perfect.
The rustling and shifting of papers could be heard echoing along the walls of the old factory as Gene looked through the old, useless records of the factory. Maybe, just maybe, he could use something in these machines to help him repair some of the equipment in his lab. His long, thin trench coat ruffled as he turned and shifted from desk to cabinet, searching with unyielding grace for anything that would help. The room was fairly big, about twelve by twelve and had only one window facing the rest of the factory. It was one of the offices deep inside the old factory and therefore did not have any windows to the outside.
With a frustrated sigh, Gene stood up straight and looked at the papers strewn out on the floor at his feet. Nothing. With a roar, he pushed against the side of the filing cabinet and spun around, causing the cabinet to fall to the ground with a tremendous metallic crash, sending up a large plume of dust, dirt and papers. There had to be something, somewhere in here that could help. He could not quit. It was not an option. As he took a step forward to leave the office and continue his search, he heard footsteps echoing from down the hall leading to the office. Why would someone be in there? They had to have been one of those vampires or werewolves after his work. Why else would someone be in here? With a graceful lunge, he covered the distance between his spot and the window, leaping over the sill and crouching under the glass, making sure he had at least two other ways to run, his right and left, both ways being down the hall on the hallway that intersected the one the person was coming up and the one with access to the only door to the office. Holding his breath, he kept his ears open and listened for the person to approach.
Gene was nowhere near the genius the rest of his family had been. All but a few of the 'cures' he created were actually successful. He tested his cures on the few people he managed to kidnap once a week, but most of them never returned, for the cures that were unsuccessful had deadly effects on those he tested them on. This did not, however, stop him from doing what he was so obsessed with accomplishing. Today, however, he was not here for that. It was good to leave the lab every once in a while and this was his normal hide out. Deserted, desolate, and isolated from the outside. It was perfect.
The rustling and shifting of papers could be heard echoing along the walls of the old factory as Gene looked through the old, useless records of the factory. Maybe, just maybe, he could use something in these machines to help him repair some of the equipment in his lab. His long, thin trench coat ruffled as he turned and shifted from desk to cabinet, searching with unyielding grace for anything that would help. The room was fairly big, about twelve by twelve and had only one window facing the rest of the factory. It was one of the offices deep inside the old factory and therefore did not have any windows to the outside.
With a frustrated sigh, Gene stood up straight and looked at the papers strewn out on the floor at his feet. Nothing. With a roar, he pushed against the side of the filing cabinet and spun around, causing the cabinet to fall to the ground with a tremendous metallic crash, sending up a large plume of dust, dirt and papers. There had to be something, somewhere in here that could help. He could not quit. It was not an option. As he took a step forward to leave the office and continue his search, he heard footsteps echoing from down the hall leading to the office. Why would someone be in there? They had to have been one of those vampires or werewolves after his work. Why else would someone be in here? With a graceful lunge, he covered the distance between his spot and the window, leaping over the sill and crouching under the glass, making sure he had at least two other ways to run, his right and left, both ways being down the hall on the hallway that intersected the one the person was coming up and the one with access to the only door to the office. Holding his breath, he kept his ears open and listened for the person to approach.