Rezel walked out to open the door at the coldest of nights, his breath visible to the air.
The wasteland has been rather unfriendly to him in the past few days.
Chills and frequent heatwaves usually swelled during late hours of the night and early hours of the day.
Clank
The creek the door usually made sounded as Rezel walked outside in utter darkness.
'There is no one here', he then mustered to himself as he turned his head from left to right.
Living in an abandoned area for up to a year made Rezel a man without fear.
Nothing seemed to fase him; not even starring blankly at utter darkness after clearly hearing what seemed to be knocks on the door.
He felt a weird surge run past his spine.
He had never been the same since he began working on this project.
The symbiote may as well be having an effect to him as well.
"Ahhhhh!!", Rezel screamed in pain as he fell to his knees holding his head.
His head began splitting and his body seemed nearly paralysed.
He felt almost at the brink of death.
He mustered up the strength to walk back into the shack and shut the door.
Still, he couldn't sit still.
Walking to every nook and cranny of the house and frequently holding his eyes, head and nosal features, even Rezel could sense something was wrong.
He quickly put away the symbiote and rested his head gently on the table which seemed to calm it down a little bit.
He couldn't go screaming for help as that would arouse attention towards himself. It also seemed hopeless running around in the pure wilderness.
He just sat there, head rested on table like a decaying skeleton.
It took some time before he dozed off.
He was then woken up to the sound of a van honking just outside the door.
He rubbed his eyes and stretched before walking towards the door.
He opened it and breathed a sigh of relief.
A red van was indeed outside of the building.
Rezel did seem to notice the change of expression of the crazed man as he saw Rezel.
It was almost as though he wanted something different.
Rezel quickly became curious.
He walked up to him.
"Why the long face?".
The question hit the man like a bullet.
He never expected for Rezel to notice his change of facial humour nor for him to ask about it.
Nevertheless, he responded forcing a smile on his face.
"I just remembered something that I forgot back at the.... office, yeah.
I came here too quickly and I completely forgot about it", the man stammered as he stared at the forging green eyes of Rezel.
Fear immediately gripped the man.
Rezel noticed this and felt a bit of tingling sensation centre around him.
This man must be a pawn in a large scheme centred by his rivals.
It was about five years ago that Rezel had made a trade agreement with who he considered to be his rivals.
The trade showed that scientific equipment of any sort could be imported and exported any place and any time between him and them.
The frequent visits and bad management skills of the man made Rezel become a bit suspicious.
Either it was the voices inside him or the strange voices he now encountered for some reason; but he grabbed the man by the collar and folded his fist as though he was ready for a fight.
The man froze, trying to use his hands to block the intending blow.
Soon enough, the man was let go and led inside.
Rezel fell flat in his mind, as though everything got blank and his vision blurred.
He felt as though he was forging into someone he couldn't control.
Winston, dragged by the collar sat on a broken chair that was stationed at the centre of the lab.
Winston looked distorted as he always did.
Rezel panted heavily constantly holding his head.
He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pocket knife on the counter.
He felt as though he was being controlled.
He tried to stop himself but he couldn't. The urge to murder Winston became so great for him to ignore.
His pupils had completely turned green. His eyes bulged as to all the veins that surrounded it.
Whatever followed next was not to be under the consciousness of Rezel, but these voices that had been disturbing him for several months.
He walked back to the frightened Winston dragging back the rusted and blunt pocket knife.
"Our plan worked a little to well", Winston said with a grin as he shouldered his vision to the pocket knife on the left hand of Rezel.
Rezel would have never done this abruptly.
It felt as though he had a mind of his own.
Stabs and splashes of blood seized the movements of Winston.
His head tilted on the chair and his eyes shut close.
Rezel turned back to his desk where he usually performed operations.
Bam Bam Bam
Pairs of glasses and other objects came crashing to the ground.
Rezel at this point had completely lost it.
The sudden beating sound of the symbiote made Rezel to turn direction.
His eyes fixed on the symbiote.
"Was it all truly worth it?!", Rezel said with raised eyebrows.
The experiment he decided to study on a year ago had turned him into a mad man.
A man without control.
Rezel looked to his left and saw the dead body of Winston still seated on the seat, blood rolling down all the stabs paced around his body.
Rezel didn't think at that moment; he acted.
In a split second he left everything behind, his symbiote, medications and all he grew to love as he lived alone in a shack in the middle of nowhere.
He ran outside and quickly entered the stationary van, eyes paced on the road ahead.
He groaned as the headaches and body pains began to take a toll.
He turned the rusted, black key and put his hands on the steering wheel.
"Nothing but net", Rezel distorted as he drove back to where he knew as civilization.