4. Dark
Something went wrong. Granted, due to his habit of just running head first into pretty much everything, things going wrong wasn't exactly a new concept.
But not like this.
There were chemicals. The factory was supposed to be abandoned, but someone had left behind the chemicals. Biohazards. Toxic. Dangerous.
It wasn't supposed to happen. They weren't supposed to have noticed him following them. They weren't supposed to be that smart. They weren't supposed to have thrown those vials at him.
It wasn't supposed to go that wrong.
He could still hear, taste, feel, smell. Could still deduce more from those four senses alone than probably anyone else would ever be able to. But it wouldn't be enough. It was all over.
How was he supposed to pretend to be psychic when he couldn't see?
Kristin: Thought I'd give the 100 Themes challenge a try. (http:/psychfic [dot] com/modules/challenges/challenges [dot] php?chalid=98) I'm not going in order and updates will be sporadic at best. If you enjoy/hate/are confused by what I write, I'd love to hear about it. At least then I'll know someone's actually reading these things.
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