Tsuru No Sugimori (Closed)

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Allen Wilkins seethed, cradling the latest in an endless string of beers he'd been drinking. He ran a shaky hand through the mess of his dark brown hair. Fuck. 40 years old and suddenly jobless. It was a good thing he was single and he'd had made some good investments in his youth or he'd be penniless to boot.

It was HER fault. The bitch! He'd worked for BlueAster Pharmaceuticals his whole life, and she comes in, with nothing to speak for her save her family name. He'd show her.

It had been a bit of an effort to get into the lab and take all the samples of the drug he'd synthesized, but he was able to do it. Along with the drug, he'd taken proof that the woman was heading a massive cover up to protect the company's profit line.

Allen had made the mistake of telling her about it, concerned about BlueAster's image. The new CEO, however, had decided the PR cost was more acceptable than the cost of delaying production. And she'd fired him... Him!

Allen picked up his phone and dialled her number. In his other hand, he held a vial of amber liquid against the light, staring at it intently.

He'd designed the drug to accelerate the biochemical processes of healing, a synthetic version of a rare South American fungus that was inches from extinction. The drug worked alright, but at a terrible price --the accelerated cellular activity literally burned through the body's reserves of energy, generating massive amounts of body heat that cooked test subjects from the inside out. What the lab didn't know --something he'd done on his own time, actually-- was that he'd whipped up a counteragent that would hold the drug's debilitating effects for eight hours, at the most. Of course, the counteragent had its own share of... interesting side effects... But they were ones Allen was sure HE would enjoy.

The phone rang, and Allen waited for her to pick up. Hearing her voice, he said, "This is Wilkins. If you look at your e-mail, you'll find a data package detailing all the cover-ups BlueAster has been involved in since you became CEO."

"I'm going to send it to the press, little lady," he continued. "It's all going to come crashing down. Unless you meet me. Alone. Midnight. Under the East Bay bridge."

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Lori Higgins stood under the bridge where she had been told to be. She could not believe that she was here of course what choice did she have though. The cool breeze swept past her and chilled her to the bone. Her floor length black coat hung close to her body the wind kick the ends around.

In all of her life she had never been black mailed. This was her own doing though but her father had given her specific rules about the company and she was honestly following his orders. She could not help it, she had to. Standing there she waited though becoming more and more impatient as time went on. Everything was riding on the table now, the man meeting her here tonight had all of the cards in his hand and she had nothing.

The only thing she could do was what he said, he had all he needed and if he went public then she would surely sit the rest of her life in prison at 32 thinking about spending the rest of your life in prison well she could not handle that. So here she was with no bargaining chips except maybe a job if he so desired one. She wondered what he would want from her but only time would tell.

Allen stood hidden behind a stack of crates, watching Lori step into the shadows under the bridge. He'll give her this --she was pretty attractive for a suit. Even under the coat she wore the curves of her body were obvious, enticing.

She'll be expecting a conversation, he thought. Expect me to make my demands outright. Surprise is my advantage. Allen fingered the hypodermic gun in his coat pocket, pulled it out.

As quietly as he could, he snuck up to her. Allen wasn't young, but he kept himself fit. He knew he could take her, despite the age difference. In a sudden move, Allen grabbed Lori, covering her mouth with one hand and in the same motion, pulling her neck away from the collar of her coat. His other hand flew up, and there was a pneumatic hiss as Allen shot Lori with the amber fluid, draining the vial completely.

He let her go, waiting, watching. In an hour or so, he knew, she'd start to feel the drug's effects --a burst of energy, a slight flush and the start of a low-burning fever that will grow even hotter with every passing hour. In half a day the burning would be so intense she'd be crazed with the pain.

"Well, Miss Higgins, I'm sure you're asking yourself just what exactly I've pumped your veins with," Allen said with a crazy grin. Allen explained the situation to her, except for the fact that he had the counteragent. He wanted to hear the desperation in her voice first, to hear her try to bargain with him the same way he had when she had him on the ropes.

Her eyes widened as she stood there. The realization of what just happened hit her hard. She could feel her body reacting to the drug and she knew what was to come. Standing there she looked at him in shock. Anger coursed through her as he just seemed to stand there watching her as the drug took its affect.

"So you just signed my death sentence well thank you so much... What do you want your job back, money... I am sure there is something you want that your expecting from me or we would not be here now."

She said to him her tone was sharp as she spoke. She could not believe what was happening, the drug had many things that it was good for but within a few days time none of that would matter because she would be dead. Standing there she tried to think of all the things she had never done, the things she wish she had time for. She could not believe this, she knew the death would be painful and that there was no way around it.

"Don't be too angry, Miss Higgins," Allen replied. "This isn't a death sentence. It's more of an arrangement. You see, I've got the antidote. But I've only made it so that the cure only lasts eight hours."

He continued. "That means, you need me, Miss Higgins. Not just as an employee, but a constant, nearby presence in your life. Because if you miss a dose of the antidote, I assure you: you will die."

Allen laughed, cruelly. "You will give me my job back, and any amount of cash I may think of asking you... But other than that..."

He walked up to Lori's shaking form, cupping her chin in a callused hand. "You like acting like a bitch so much, Miss Higgins? I'm going to make you one. You're going to be my bitch. My fuck toy, to use as I see fit. If you deny me anything I ask of you, I will burn every last bit of the antidote. Your corporate whitewashing will be the least of your worries."