Wow, third chapter already! Anyway, this story is based on a theme of a certain movie, and you could probably tell which one. First death in this chapter, but the other deaths after this one are more violent.
Chapter 3:Aspirin Suicide
That night, E. Gadd was in his basement of his laboratory, testing a certain chemical reaction. He couldn't concentrate, as he wearily dropped his test tube on the floor, shattering it into pieces.
"I did not kill them, I didn't kill them," he said out loud. With a sigh, he went over to a part of the basement and lifted a secret latch in the wall. He pulled out a machine, the illegal machine he had used to revive his friends a year ago, who were all dead, as it seemed.
"Dolansa, you cannot stay in this place any longer. You bring me misery," said E. Gadd, who burst into tears. He got a sledge hammer from a table and whacked it to bits, leaving pieces of metal on the floor partially sparking. He threw the hammer down and gathered all the wires, which he then threw away. He sighed, and went into the basement bathroom. It was a rusty bathroom E. Gadd only used on certain occasions. The sink was too dry, and a bar of soap, full of dust, was sitting on the counter. There were aerosol cans all over the counter, along with a huge carton of bleach, which E. Gadd uncapped and poured some into the dry tub.
He got a cup from his table outside and filled his cup with water from the sink. As he put down his cup on the counter and opened the door, the bathroom counter opened from a gust of wind. An open bottle of aspirin tablets fell over, and all the tablets emptied out into his cup of water. He was oblivious, as he walked out of the bathroom to clean up the glass mess outside. All the tablets dissolved into the water before E. Gadd finally entered the bathroom.
"Calm down, Elvin," he said to himself, as he drank the whole cup of water in one sip. He just stood there, when he finally decided to take an aspirin pill, but found the bottle empty.
E. Gaddthrew the empty bottle into the garbage and went out to finish more of his lab work. While looking at the test tubes, he saw a reflection of a shadow. Startled, he turned around.
"Who is that?" he said out loud. There was nobody in the basement except for him.
After a few minutes, he started to feel strange and weaker. There was a bitter taste in his mouth, as he went to the bathroom to rinse it out. He picked up the big container of bleach and was going to bring it out of the bathroom for a lab idea, but felt dizzy and accidentally poured half of it into the sink, making the sink slippery in the inside.
His mind was starting to get blurry, and he grabbed the dry bar of soap and washed it under the water, making it smooth.
And then death took its action. When he dizzily placed the bar of soap next to the sink faucet, it slipped into the sink. Like a slippery pipeline, the soap slid and flew right into his throat.
He gasped, making the soap go deeper into his throat. He fell back against the wall, and accidentally swiped all the aerosol cans and the container of bleach onto the floor. The whole floor was covered with bleach, as he stumbled backwards.
E. Gadd was starting to lose his balance, as he tried to struggle for air. He knocked down a vase, shattering glass all over the floor. He started to gurgle, as he coughed up blood. His mouth was starting to foam and he stumbled into the mirror, cracking it in half.
He slipped on the bleach and turned around, as he saw a jumbo air spray can of Dust-Off on the floor. With his mouth open, the straw of the can went into his mouth, as his teeth pressed against the sprayer. All he could do was wave his arms and feet frantically in the air, as all the spray emptied into his mouth. E. Gadd's last thoughts were that his inventions were going to last no more, as he lay dead on the ground.
A few minutes later, the can rolled away from under his mouth. A few napkins fell into the sink covering the drain, and the water turned on as water overflowed over the whole sink, making the counter and floor full of water. Then the napkins finally dissolved, and the faucet turned off. All the bleach in the sink was washed away, and all the water drained out into the small drain on the side of the floor, making no water visible in the scene. All the objects were moved around from the flowing water, making it impossible to know what had happened. It looked just like a suicide scene.
Mush was in his own basement, doing his laundry. He got a bar of soap and started to scrub dirt off the top of the washing machine. Suddenly, ashes fell from the ceiling.
"Ugh, what the? ---" he said, trying to wipe the ashes off with his hands But he stared at the part where he rubbed soap. The ashes were sticking to his soap rubbings, which spelled two letters.
EG
He looked at it with a blank expression, and then looked at it more. Could it really be? He thought of what it could mean, thinking he was crazy.
"E. Gadd," he whispered. He picked up his phone and dialed E. Gadd's number. It was a message. He then called Jill, who was busy working on a water treatment experiment.
"Hey, Jill, it's me. Can you please do a small favor?" asked Mush, who kept on thinking he was out of his mind.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Uh, I know that E. Gadd's laboratory is right near your house. Can you just drop by to see if he's okay?" he asked
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I just think that something bad will happen to him. Please, just go."
"Why don't you just call him?" suggested Jill.
"I did."
"I'm too busy right now," she said back. "I'll do it later.
"No, right now," insisted Mush. He told him about the ashes on the soap spelling E. Gadd's initials.
There was a pause, and Mush thought Jill had already hung up. But she didn't.
"Strange, odd," she said finally. "I'll go check."
"Really? Thanks Jill, but do I quickly."
"Sure," she replied, and hung up. She was about to get up from her chair, but a can of dust-off fell and started to spray against a glass panel. Jill looked in surprise as she saw something spell out through the markings.
EG
She and then ran out of her laboratory as fast as she could. Moments later, she arrived at his laboratory, broke in, and looked around. She saw the basement door opened, and decided to check in there.
The basement was full of test tubes, and she could see a machine in the corner that was recently destroyed by a hammer. She looked into the bathroom and gasped.
"Professor E. Gadd!" she exclaimed, seeing him lying on the floor with different aerosol cans all around him, plus an empty bottle of bleach. She turned him over, and saw that his mouth was all white, and his face was blue. She pushed against him in an emergency way, and the bar of soap flew out of his throat.
"No," she cried. "No!"
Mush was brought to the laboratory by Jill, along with the police, firefighters, detectives, and news reporters. Mush just stood away from them, looking at the giant scene. Jill followed Mush to his house, too afraid to stay in her place which was right next to E. Gadd's laboratory. They turned on their TV and saw a special news report.
"Professor Elvin Gadd, age 56, had unfortunately committed suicide tonight; just two hours ago in his laboratory basement bathroom when a woman named Jill Hillsherry arrived and found him dead. Investigators have been researching, and believe that he had drunk all the aspirin tablets in a small medicine capsule, and then decided to shove a bar of soap up his throat. His last attempt was to spraya largecan of dust-off into his mouth, until he died from choking. His cause of suicide was unknown, but people say he had been depressed lately. Investigation will go further on, as we get more news on this dreadful report. "
"I can't believe he would commit suicide," said Mush, still shocked. "I saw the sign of EG, and you saw it too. It just doesn't make sense."
"First of all, those signs seemed supernatural," pointed out Jill. "But why would they want to tell us that E. Gadd was going to commit suicide? Were we supposed to save him?" She picked up her luggage and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Mush.
"I need to go back to the laboratory," she said. "I need to think of something. I'll drop by to see you tomorrow." She headed out the door. Mush sighed, and then went upstairs.
The next day, Mush woke up with the alarm of his phone. Jill was calling.
"Uh, hello Jill?" said Mush, yawning.
"Come quickly."
"So suddenly? What's wrong?"
"I think I discovered something related to E. Gadd. Just get ready. I'm right outside your house in my car."
"Jill, I hope this is important," finished Mush, hanging up. He looked outside his window and saw Jill, waiting outside of her car and writing in her notebook. Always into science and business, but still charming, thought Mush. He got ready and quickly went outside.
"Bring the scarlet journal E. Gadd gave you yesterday at the funeral," said Jill, still not looking up from her writing.
"Why? I---"
"Just bring it," she insisted. Mush slowly went back into his house to get the journal. As he picked it up from his table, he decided to look inside the journal. He opened it up, but gasped and closed the book immediately. The journal had photographs.
"Mush, we need to hurry," insisted Jill when he saw him coming out of the house. "I discovered something."
"Let's go," said Mush, as they drove off to her water laboratory.
I am going to Las Vegas on Monday, so I may not update soon. Please review! Thanks everyone, the next chapter will arrive.
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