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Thursday, June 12th, 2014 - 8:40 pm
Returning home from yet another tiresome shift, Rae Georgia groaned to himself and sat down in his living room. As a surgeon, the only place that he felt even some sort of relaxation was at home, covered in whatever bodily fluids happened to get on his protected scrubs that day, making sure that every move he made was executed with carefulness and perfection.
People's lives were in his hands, and no matter who they were he had to help them with the problems they have.
Today was no different.
Talking with his workmates from the morgue like any other day, they had a growing concern over the bodies coming into their ward. They looked as if they quite literally puked up a rainbow, mouths and eyes leaking with a colorful liquid. It wasn’t all that concerning when it was only one person, but that number steadily climbed up every day until at least half of them were affected by whatever this was.
One theorized it was some sort of new drug that was mass produced and given to many people, which Rae dismissed.
Oh how he would come to realize his doubts were all wrong.
Glancing over at a nearby calendar, he found that tomorrow was the 1 year and 1 month mark of being clean of any drugs. Rae shuddered a little at that realization, he couldn’t believe it was that long. It felt like just 2 weeks ago he really committed to getting clean in any way he could, and mending bridges with his friends and family. But he also felt a lingering sense of dread.
Usually every time he tries to get clean, some bastard in a costume of some blue ‘thing’ would destroy his attempt by sending him back into addiction.
In his mind, there was no doubt that they would show up to ruin it and put him back to square 1 all over again. It was only a matter of time. It always happens. It will happen again, possibly until he dies or moves out.
Though the latter seems very unlikely, both for him and that blue creep.
Perhaps he should get to bed and take his mind off the dread he’s feeling. But first he’d have to change his clothes. He can’t just go straight to sleep in his scrubs, as much as he desperately wanted to do that some days. Finally getting up to go change, he’s suddenly distracted by the sound of his doorbell going off.
Guess he should check it out, no matter who or what could be waiting for him. Opening the door, he’s greeted with… nothing. All he could see in his doorway was just some package addressed to him. ‘ Stupid ding-dong ditchers,’ Rae thought to himself as he picked up the box and went back inside, shutting the door behind him.
Who knows what could be inside this box. A late night delivery of something he ordered? A gift to him by a neighbor or friend? Someone else’s package mistakenly delivered to his place? Who knows, at this point the little box was the only thing he could think about now.
Opening the lid of the box, Rae finds… a prescription bottle with two pills inside. On it was a label reading,”You’ll need this for your headache problem. Just take these two pills and you'll feel better in no time.
- From your out of work friend ;)”
Oddly specific, like this package was sent out and made just for him. ‘This can’t be a coincidence,’ Rae pondered in his head, ‘I was just complaining about needing medication for my headaches yesterday. How would anyone outside of my job even know about that?’ It was strangely considerate of this mystery ‘friend’ if it was someone he even knew or not to do this for him.
Better question, should he even take these pills? For all he knew they could be laced with sedatives or even worse, poison.
Plus, the bottle just having two of these pills seems suspicious.
Twisting open the cap of the prescription bottle and pouring its contents into his hand, Rae stared at it for a hot minute and thought to himself, ‘Should I take them? This “friend” seemingly knows about my problems enough to provide a solution, but such a small amount is suspicious.’
Feeling a sign of another headache coming on, Rae in a tired state, makes a decision.
‘Fuck it. What have I got to lose now?’ Rae Georgia slips the two pills into his mouth and swallows them down.
He’d soon come to regret this.
30 minutes later, tossing and turning in his bed, Rae felt like he was about to vomit, but the feelings were all wrong. His mouth felt some sort of fruity aftertaste, but his throat burned. Leaning over to the open side of the bed, Rae wretched and regurgitated whatever was coming up his esophagus. Investigating the watery liquid it came up as some colorful mishmash of a rainbow.
He remembered his conversation with his workmates about bodies coming in with that same liquid leaking from their eyes and mouths.
Rae came to a dreadful realization.
That his fate would soon be the same as those bodies.
Rae stumbled out of bed with his blue eyes leaking colors of the rainbow and throat preparing to vomit up that liquid once again. He felt uncoordinated in his movements as he struggled to make his way down the stairs, nearly tripping multiple times. His vision grew blurry, blinking in and out of consciousness. His mind raced with the same thought over and over again, “I’m going to die, I’M GOING TO DIE!”. After what felt like an eternity he made it all the way down the stairs, only to disgorge that horribly colorful liquid again.
Just as Rae was about to reach the phone and call for help, his legs gave out and he slammed face first onto the hard tiled floor.
He felt more of that fruity liquid come up his esophagus, wanting for him to retch and vomit it up. Only this time it became too much and got stuck inside his throat. But the liquid just won’t stop coming up from who knows where inside his body, adding to the growing amount of it caught in his already tight throat. All the while Rae began choking on his own disgustingly bright and colorful vomit, trying to reach for his phone to call someone, anyone. The air in his lungs started to run out and fill up with the bright fluid unbeknownst to him.
As breathing became harder, Rae’s vision got blurry and darker, in which he gave up hope and waited until death to take him. His body went cold while his lungs were almost fully filled with that blindingly bright liquid. He blinked slowly over time before using up the last of his body's oxygen and shut his eyes for the last time, lying face down on his living room floor.
Outside his house’s window, Speedy, in his blue ‘thing’ costume, watched with glee as his little gift took Rae Georgia’s life. Hopping down Rae’s entrance stairs, he runs down the dark alleyway nearby, slinking back into the darkness.
Tonight’s victim would only satisfy him for so long before he plans to kill again.