"So what do you exactly plan on doing with me now that you got me tied up?" He shifted around in his seat, trying to be as comfortable as he could, despite the fact that he was roped to the chair he was sitting on.
"Quiet, you." I spat my words towards his direction, carefully moving the container filled with his infamous fear toxin across the room. The boss wanted me to figure out what was in those stuff that made them so scary. He kept the scarecrow alive in case I couldn't figure it out myself, and I had the perfect torture weapon on me already. I didn't exactly have the upmost confidence that I could figure out the toxin's formula, so I figured I would need to get the information out of him sooner or later.
The fact that I had this weirdo dressed like a scarecrow tied up in a chair was a bit creepy, but it wasn't like it mattered. Every one of these dressed up clowns, they were nothing without their henchman or weaponry. And the Scarecrow? He was the bottom of the barrel. A scrawny old professor with nothing but his toxins to make him a threat. Without them, he was just another pyschologist.
"You won't be able to figure out that formula." He cackled, right after he stopped squirming around. I guess he found a comfortable position in that chair.
"I'll try. But if I can't I'll simply use some of the stuff on you until you tell me." I grinned back at him. I wasn't scared of no scarecrow.
"You want to know how I came up with the formula?" He asked, going back to squirming in his seat some more. "I tested the stuff on myself until I grew numb to it. I then had to test it on others just to get some results. I've inhaled that gas more than anyone on Earth, you think I don't have a resistance to it yet?"
Shit. He had a good point. But no matter. I had a million other ways to torture the information out of him. I wasn't just the mob's science guy, and anyone who thought I was nothing more than a nerd was very much mistaken.
No need to tell this guy any of that though. I simply rolled my eyes and turned my back towards him, returning to my work.
It's been a couple days since I started rooming with a crazy psychologist.
I spent the last several days here. Sleeping in the lab. I really needed those results.
Figuring out just exactly what was in the gas wasn't the hard part. An average college student with basic chemistry could tell you what was in it. Just how did that add up to make the toxin was what lost me.
"Alright, straw-man. Time to cough up some information."
"What makes you think I have them in the first place? Memorize a bunch of formulas just on how to make my toxins? Why wouldn't I simply write them down like a normal scientist."
"I'm not here to play games. Give me that formula."
"You're not the one who is in control here"
"What?"
"You need that formula. This is your last chance to make yourself useful to the boss. This much opportunity and no results? I can't imagine how mad your boss willl be."
"You're insane."
"Am I though?"
He was right.
None of it worked.
I have 3 days left before I need to get something done.
He reminds me. That damn scarecrow reminds me.
He mocks me.
I do the only thing I have left. I grab a bit of his original toxin and take a small whiff. Just to see what it would do.
What did I fear the most? Spiders? Snakes? Whatever it was, it couldn't be that bad, could it?
When I woke up a couple hours laster I realized just how wrong my assumptions were.
I was stuck in a barrel with my boss standing right in front me.
"We gave you plenty of time." I heard my boss tell me in a shockingly calm voice.
"No, please, just give me a bit more!" I yelled out, but no words escaped my lips.
Cement started filling up from my toes, soon reaching my neck and suffocating every part of me.
The barrel started to tumble, and then fall, and soon I was pummeling backwards into a hole.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact, but it never came. When I opened my eyes, I was back in my lab.
Whatever just happened…it had to have been the toxin. That was not okay. That was just evil. How…how could this even be real.
"You're a sick bastard for creating this." I punched the scarecrow's face with my bare knuckles, my face still pale white from what just happened.
"You're an idiot for taking some for yourself" he laughed, seemingly unaffected from my blows,
"You're insane for testing this on yourself!" I screamed.
"And you're dense to believe any of that was true! Why would ever subject myself to that stuff ever again?" He was definitely laughing now, and I couldn't take it anymore. I held my head and ran away from him, straight towards the door. But there was a loud banging that came behind it.
"Time's up. You better have the thing ready now."
This could not be happening. I know what they do to people like me. No, I can't. I won't let myself go that way.
I ran back into the lab and grabbed whatever I could use for self defense. It was all over now. This was all I had left.
"He was screaming to himself over and over again, you see." Crane smiled as he watched a corpse being shoved into a bodybag. "Poor guy went mad and killed himself. And I didn't even do anything to begin with."
"You know," he took off his mask and placed it down on the chair he was just sitting on for the last couple of days. "If you wanted the toxin you could have always just asked. I don't mind making some for you. I work cheap, and I know how to make them in my sleep. It's what I do best."
