Two months later.
Two months. That's how long it had been since Ron took the neon green liquid in the tube to his home apartment from the asylum. He hadn't gotten to knowing what the liquid was. He promised himself he would find out soon. He had been working extra hard at his job to hide his paranoia that the police would find him with the liquid. Ron discovered that the liquid was illegal and was supposed to be handed in to the police forces for examination and removal with an interview with Aaron Cash, one of the most respected guards in the mental facility. Ron couldn't do it, he couldn't hand it in. The liquid he took was named "Titan" after the effects it caused. The Titan formula was supposed to make the user ginormous and have strength past the limit of five men. There were side effects though, it could possibly kill the user, at the least it would severely damage ones vital organs.
Ron couldn't believe what he held in his position: the secret to becoming a super human. Ron decided he would take the concoction to hiding and use it when he needed it. Ron hadn't been showing up to his work that often since the discovery of the titan. He had spent some days buying little bits of the illegal liquid until he had a reasonable amount. He hadn't forgotten about the hidden crates at the asylum. He would come back for those eventually.
"Ron! My office, now!" Ron's boss hollered at him. It was an early Tuesday morning, Ron was drowsy, but he managed to find his way into the boss's office. The office was magnificent, not huge, but greatly detailed. An oak desk held a solid gold name stand that stood to the right side and read: Mr. Gurnt. The floor was layered with smooth marble; the wall facing the door was made entirely of glass, overlooking Gotham itself. Ron had been in Mr. Gurnt's office a couple of times; this was his first time in it for a bad reason. "Ron, look, you're a good guy, a good reporter and all, but, none of that counts when you don't show up, I'm going to need to fire you soon if you don't pick up the slack. I'd hate to do that, but it will soon be necessary. Understand?" Mr. Gurnt explained. "Sir, I need time, time to find a good story, every other reporter has devoured every possible story to the bone!" Ron responded. "This is the news son. There's always a story" Mr. Gurnt said. That was also the words in which the conversation closed, "Now go". "Yes sir" Ron said.
Ron stormed out of Mr. Gurnt's office thinking of what to do. There was no story in the near future, which meant no pay, which leaded to no rent getting paid. Ron thought about one option, then stopped in the middle of the hallway, and finally realized how the Titan could help him. Ron immediately ran back into his boss's office, "what if I told you I have a story, but I can't show you until I can get to it?" "What are you talking about Gold? I don't want you wasting my time!" an annoyed Mr. Gurnt demanded. "I can get you one of the biggest stories of the century; just pay me four months in advanced!" Ron explained. "I don't like it, you better not be tricking me, if you can get me what you promise you can, I'll get you your pay" the boss agreed. "When have I ever let you down sir?" Ron reasoned. "Fine, I'll go with it, I'll get you your pay four months in advanced by the end of the week, I swear, if you don't get me what you promise, I'll get you, and punish you" Mr. Gurnt threatened. "I won't let you down" Ron promised, and began walking out of the office and to the exit. Ron checked behind him, satisfied, he pulled out the Titan formula admiring it and smiled. "I won't let you down"
To be continued…