[ WP ] You find the cure for cancer completely by accident but now you have the task figuring out weither you want to give sell your cure for profit or give it away for free ?

`` A-amazing.'' He stuttered. He had finally finished it. The human usable solution. 
 
 
 The ultimate cure for cancer. The 100 % perfect, final solution for it. It worked, in every lab test and case study it performed amazingly, wiping out the cancer cells within a few days at most- with zero adverse effects. He had actually found it by accident, really. A simple mixup of chemicals, a combination never tried before, and it worked! It really worked! 
 
 
 He put the stopper on the beaker and set it down on his work space. He yawned. There would be a lot of work on the morrow. Production on a large-scale level was the next step, and after that- 
 
 
 The world. It would finally be cured. 
 
 
 Tears formed in his eyes. It was a dream come true. His fathers death would not be in vain! He would- 
 
 
 A door slammed from behind him in the lab, startling him. 
 
 
 `` Hello?'' His voice squeaked out. 
 
 
 He turned around quickly but there was no one there. 
 
 
 `` Janett? Is that you? I told you not to come back here!'' He walked around, shuffling on the linoleum floor and peering between the shelves of glass vials and beakers. `` Janett?'' 
 
 
 The power suddenly went out. 
 
 
 `` Oof!'' He tripped, he thought it was on one of the machines used for analyzation, but when he scrambled back up, he bumped into something behind him that had n't been there before. 
 
 
 `` Hello Tim.'' A man was behind him, carrying the vial with the cure in it, examining it. `` We've been watching you for a while. 
 
 
 Tim stood there trembling. `` Wh- who are y-? 
 
 
 The big man, several feet and a hundred pounds larger than him socked him in the stomach, bringing tears to his eyes. Tim had been beaten before, years of humiliation in middleschool and highschool had taught him to take a hit, but this felt like a freight train wrapped in rockets and being driven by a titan. It took all the air out of him, driving him to his knees. 
 
 
 The big man grabbed him around the jaw, his hand wrapping nearly halfway around Tim's head. He spoke, his voice like thunder warmed over. `` Listen up and listen good. You're going to answer my questions for-'' He checked his watch. `` The next five minutes. Got it?'' 
 
 
 Tim tried to shake his head vigorously but only succeeded in twitching his face a little bit in the man's iron grip. The man raised the pressure on Tim's jaw, causing it to creak a little. 
 
 
 `` You try to call out for help, you try to run, you try anything. I will kill you and wo n't hesitate for even a second. Got it?'' 
 
 
 Time tried to nod but could n't. Tears rolled down as he choked on his sobs, the sound muffled in the hand of the man standing over him. 
 
 
 Just as the pressure reached it's peak, just as Tim thought his head would explode under the force, the pressure suddenly subsided and he could breathe again. 
 
 
 `` Wh- who ar-'' Tim tried to stutter out from his fear. 
 
 
 That earned him a blow to the face, making his head spin. `` I'm the one asking the questions. All you need to know is that I represent an interested party in all this.'' 
 
 
 Tim nodded, not wishing to risk another hammer-like slap. 
 
 
 `` Good. Now we can get started.'' He swirled around the green mixture in his hand. `` Tim, is this the cure for cancer?'' 
 
 
 `` Yes.'' Tim stared at the man. 
 
 
 `` Have you shared your information with anyone? The progress on your cure?'' 
 
 
 Tim shook his head. `` No. I was afraid they would only use it for profit. Not share it for free with the whole wide world.'' 
 
 
 `` Hmmm... That's your plan, was it?'' The man held the green sludge up, smiling. `` That's awfully noble of you.'' 
 
 
 Tim shook his head excitedly. `` Yes. It will solve so many problems! It-'' 
 
 
 There was a resounding crash. Green liquid flowed across the floor, heading towards the many safety drains placed along the floor in the lab. 
 
 
 Tim made a pitiful moaning noise and leaped across the floor, landing in the pool of green sludge and glass. Cut opened all across his body but he did n't care about the pain. He desperately tried to cup it in his hands, blood and mixture flowing together. 
 
 
 He cried, futily trying to put the mixture into another mixture. `` WHY? WH-'' 
 
 
 The man laughed cruelly, walking over and placing a heavy boot into Tim's back, pinning him like a bug to the floor. Tim's legs twitched as the glass dug into his body. `` My god. You scientists are all the same.'My creation is going to save the world!''Really? My creation is going to change everything!''' He sneered down at Tim. `` You do n't even bother to think about the consequences!'' He stomped on Tim's back, causing something to make a crack. `` What about the insurance industry? What about the manufacturers who make the current medicine? Huh? Do you even think about them? Or are you so wrapped up in your own creation that you do n't even think about things like that?'' 
 
 
 Tim did n't even have the tears to sob. He was in too much pain, he lay there limply. Taking the abuse. He spoke, sudden and quiet. `` What do you want from me?'' 
 
 
 The man leaned into his boot, causing Tim to literally feel as though he was decompressing. `` Here's what you are going to do. You are going to do nothing. You are going to tell nobody about this creation. Tomorrow there is going to be a representative from MedicoTrust. He is going to offer you $ 20,000,000 for this cutesy little lab and all your notes. You are going to accept. And then you are going to go somewhere and forget all about this. Act as though it did n't happen. Got it?'' 
 
 
 They sat like that for a little while. The silence hanging thick and heavy in the air. Tim lay there, silent as the man's eyes bored bullet holes through his head. 
 
 
 `` Well?'' He asked. 
 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 
 The man smashed Tim's head into the floor and then raised it back up. `` Why not?'' 
 
 
 Tim shook his head, bruised and mottled though it was. `` I made a promise to my father. That I would never sell it for profit. I-'' 
 
 
 Tim's head smashed into the floor again. He heard an audable crack as his nose broke. The man took a pistol out from a holster on his left leg. It had a strangely made tip. It was silenced. He placed it against Tim's head. `` Do you feel that Tim?'' Tim nodded. `` This is a.45 USP. I have never had to use it once in the fifteen times I've been sent out on field operations like this. I do not want to make this the first time.'' 
 
 
 Tim choked back tears. `` I ca n't. It would betray everything that I believe-'' 
 
 
 The man pistol whipped him in the back of head, drawing blood. `` NOT THE DAMN ANSWER I WANT TO HEAR! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR HIGHHANDED MORALS HERE, TIM!'' He stuck the pistol nuzzle back to his head. `` You have till the count of five to fucking agree or I will stick so many bullet holes in your brain that they will not be able to identify the grey sludge from the green sludge on the ground! 1... 2...'' 
 
 
 Tim struggled against the weight of the man but he was just too big. All attempts to move were just met with more weight. 
 
 `` 3... 4...'' 
 
 
 Tim could feel the man's arm begin to twitch, his finger drawing on the trigger. 
 
 
 `` 5..'' 
 
 
 `` I ACCEPT! DO N'T KILL ME PLEASE!...'' Tim cried out. `` Please...'' 
 
 
 The man got off him, laughing, and wiped down his coat that now had flecks of green on him and smiled at Tim. `` Good. I hate leaving dead bodies. Dead bodies cause more trouble than living ones.'' 
 
 
 Tim just sat on the ground, rocking back and forth. He cried, tears rolling down his cheeks. His eyes were red rimmed and his nose ran with blood. 
 
 
 The big man just rolled his eyes and made a *tsk* sound. `` Get over it. You're nothing special. There were others before and there will be others after you.'' He looked down in disgust. `` Now get this place cleaned up.'' 
 
 
 Tim nodded numbly, wiping away his tears. 
 
 
 The man grinned. `` You've go a deal to make tomorrow.''
