He found her in the kitchenette. She was sitting at the breakfast bar, nibbling a bagel. Pudgy, blonde, shy Julia Myrnowski. He hoped she was enjoying her last meal.
“Hi, Julia.”
Dr. Myrnowski almost fell off her stool.
“Manny. You startled me.”
Why was everyone calling him Manny? Was there some big joke going on that he didn’t know about?
David sat next to her.
“Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
She nodded, but her body language didn’t concur.
“You’ve tried N-Som, right Julia?”
The chemist shifted, leaning slightly away from him.
“Hmm? No, I’ve never tried it.”
David sidled closer. “Why not, it’s perfectly safe, right?”
Julia was visibly uncomfortable. She’d always been a real wallflower. He wondered if she were still a virgin. He wondered if he should check.
“Yes, I guess it’s safe. But I’m not big on taking drugs, I guess.”
“I see.”
Julia offered a meek smile, then got off her stool and put the remainder of her bagel in the refrigerator.
“I’m, um, going back to the lab.”
“No you’re not.”
Julia had no idea how to respond to that. She just stood there, stupidly, a deer in the headlights.
David was next to her in two steps. The chemist shivered, tried to make herself smaller. David fed on it like junk food.
“You’re afraid of me.”
A small whimper.
“You’re afraid, because you know what N-Som has done to my brain.”
“Please don’t hurt me…”
David let the anger wash over him. This feeble, cringing, pathetic creature was earning her salary by torturing him to death.
He put his arms around her, sympathetic. She started to sob.
“I won’t hurt you, Julia. Unless you think this hurts.”
The scalpel slid into her back, up under the shoulder blade.
Julia went rigid, and then collapsed onto herself like an old building.
A keening wail escaped her lips, and her arms flopped and twitched with a mind of their own.
“Well, I guess it hurts after all.”
David knelt next to her. He cradled her head in his arms and gave her the sweetest kiss, amused at how her lips trembled while he jammed the blade in and out.
Jack Kilborn
Disturb
Bill woke up first. This was the second time he’d undergone another person’s death, and it hadn’t gotten any easier.
The experience was so much stronger than normal dreaming. While under N-Som’s influence, Bill had not only relived Nikos’s final thoughts, but also the man’s feelings and senses. The bathroom smelled like lemon disinfectant. Nikos’s voice sounded different, because he’d heard it through the ears of the man speaking it. Worst of all, Bill felt the scalpel enter his neck, the blood leaking down his throat like hot acid.
No wonder Manny was so messed up. He’d taken N-Som how many times? Add to that the organic brain damage…
Bill knew enough psychology to be familiar with Disassociative Identity Disorder-what used to be termed multiple personality. He never bought it. Supposedly, children who were abused retreated into an alternate personality within their minds as a way of escape. Bill viewed it with the same disdain as so-called Repressed Memory Syndrome. A shrink could very easily, through inadvertent suggestion, implant these beliefs in a person’s head during therapy.
But Manny was something different. He’d been chowing down on brain chemicals for so long a schism had formed between his left and right hemispheres, dividing them. Through Dr. Nikos’s eyes, Bill saw Manny change into someone else.
And Bill was converted into a true believer.
He glanced at Theena, lying on the bed next to him. Her face was glossy with tears. He felt a knot of pity.
Not only did she experience her husband’s death, she was also privy to his thoughts about her. Thoughts that were neither loving nor pleasant.
Bill looked around the bedroom for a box of tissue. They were in Manny’s pseudo-apartment, the only place in DruTech with a bed. After extracting the brain matter from Dr. Nikos’s head and processing it into N-Som, they came here. Bill had almost balked at taking the drug; knowing where it came from, knowing what it did. But he wanted to learn the truth as much as Theena, and she had made trusting her impossible. So they’d taken the plunge together.
“Nikos…”
Theena opened her eyes. There was no Kleenex, but Bill found a roll of paper towels by the dresser. He tore one off and offered it.
“He thought I was a whore.” Her voice was soft, small.
Bill didn’t say anything. Theena had made some big mistakes, because of love. He’d been captaining that same ship for over a year.
“You saw what I saw.” Theena’s face flushed, and she hid behind the paper towel. “You saw what he thought of me. A man I devoted my whole life to. I was a regret. His last thought was regretting me.”
Bill juggled embarrassment and compassion.
“He didn’t think that. He regretted leaving your mother.”
“Same thing.”
“Theena…” Bill chose his words carefully. “Your husband, he wasn’t a very good man.”
Theena took a while to respond.
“I know. You won’t believe me, but I didn’t know anything about the fetal experiments. I also had no idea Manny was this bad. I showed him his CTs, tried to get him to quit. But Manny was just as obsessed as Nikos. Blind. Both of them were blind.” She let out a slow breath. “Me too.”
Maybe it was because he’d felt her husband’s thoughts, but Bill wasn’t angry at Theena anymore. He couldn’t condone what she’d done, but he hadn’t ever truly forgiven himself, either.
“You can make it right. We can make sure this drug is never put on the market.”
“We can’t go up against Albert. He’s too powerful.”
“He may have some friends in high places, but if we go to the media with this, the public will demand recourse.”
“How about Manny?”
How about Manny? He was truly screwed up, possibly beyond any help. Bill pitied him. But he’d also seen the cold blooded way he killed Dr. Nikos.
“We have to let the authorities take care of Manny.”
“It’s all my fault.”
“We can’t handle him ourselves, Theena. He’s too far gone, and too dangerous. You know what he’s capable of, physically. It would be like trying to catch the Terminator.”
“THEENA? BILL? YOU AWAKE?”
Bill jumped at the sound. A man’s voice, coming over the intercom speakers. Mannny. But Bill knew that even though the voice matched, this wasn’t Manny at all.
“YOU’VE GOT TWO WAYS OUT, THE ELEVATOR AND THE EMERGENCY STAIRS. I CAN ONLY WATCH ONE. SO HERE’S THE GAME. IF YOU CAN MAKE IT TO ONE OR THE OTHER, YOU’LL GO FREE. BUT IF I CATCH YOU… TELL THEM, JULIA.”
The shriek was the most frightening thing Bill had ever heard. It went on and on, raw terror and extreme pain, like the bleat of a tortured animal.
The awful sound was cut short with a gurgle and some bubbly coughing.
“IF I CATCH YOU, YOU GET TO JOIN DR. MYRNOWSKI HERE. THE CLOCK IS TICKING. GOOD LUCK.”
“Julia…”
Theena was two steps to the door when Bill caught her wrist.
“Hold it. We have to think.”
“He’s killing her.”
“She’s already dead, Theena. We go rushing blindly into the hall, we’re next.”
Theena’s face was distilled anguish. Bill could guess his expression was the same. They both fought to keep cool heads.
“Okay…” Theena’s brows scrunched up. “The elevator is down the hall, to the left. The emergency stairs are to the right.”
“Where is Manny?”
“He could be anywhere. Every room has an intercom next to the door.”
Bill looked around the room, saw the phone. Theena intercepted him.
“Doesn’t dial out. It’s a direct line to the lab.”
He took out his cell phone, but again Theena shook her head.
“Too far underground. No signal.”
“Are there any damn phones down here?”
“No. Nikos wanted us to be isolated, shut off. No interruptions.”
“How about security?”
“The lab has a link to the security desk, but Manny knows that too.”
Bill wanted to rip out his hair. “How about a fire alarm?”