[ WP ] A terrifying organism composed of pure fear and horror has escaped from the facility where you go to work as a scientist . The rest of the staff are dead . If it gets out , it will cause mass destruction to the population . You are humankind only hope .

First writing prompt reply. Read the post on the toilet, thought of this in the shower, blah blah. Rip it apart please, I need all the criticism. Also, maybe a bit long. Oh well. 
 
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 No one was ever exactly sure just what the Satan Virus was. It certainly wasn ’ t a virus, and it certainly wasn ’ t Satan ’ s Virus. All agreed it was a generally lackluster name. But the scientists who first identified it deemed it appropriate, and so goes the naming conventions in the scientific community and all that. Satan Virus it was. It certainly would have been a very effective buzzword amongst the general public. There would have been mad panic if they even had a hint of the thing ’ s existence. But they didn ’ t. Naturally, it was kept locked away in a secret non-descript facility in a secret non-descript location in a secret non-descript country. Naturally. 
 
 But back to the original point. It wasn ’ t a virus. It was, as far as the top researchers in the world were concerned, one half of a very ancient and very convoluted DNA double helix. In fact it quite literally looked like that. It was enormous. And it was extremely complicated. Way too many base pairs and all that. To say nothing of the sheer amount of information it contained. They were just beginning to tap into that information at that secret non-descript facility and so on and so forth. What they found was as promising as it was disturbing. 
 
 Fortunately for you, none of that mattered. You were not a part of that facility ’ s staff. You were not even a part of that secret country. Granted most of the staff weren ’ t. At least you thought so. You weren ’ t even sure what country it was in. But that didn ’ t matter. You were there, people thought they knew you, and you pretended to know them, and your sights were set on the so-called Satan Virus. All of that scientific mumbo-jumbo didn ’ t matter one iota to you. You had a mission, set out by your own secret non-descript country as far as you could tell, to recover the Satan Virus. 
 
 Because what was held in the facility you found yourself in was only one half of the thing. Your country had found the other half. Clearly the thing to do was to bring them together and see what would happen. Something about that struck you as funny. The fact that one had been buried deep beneath the ice of Antarctica, and the other was recovered from Olympus Mons on Mars in a super secret hush hush kind of operation ( indicating they had been intentionally separated eons ago and all the implications therein ) didn ’ t seem to bother those in charge. But again, none of that mattered to you. You had a mission, and you were going to fulfill it. 
 
 For what seemed like weeks, or months, or perhaps even longer, you had embedded yourself within the staff of the facility. The time had more or less blurred since your arrival. You weren ’ t really sure what you had done since you got there, but it must have been interesting to distract you so much from nearly every waking moment of your time. In reality you were probably just nervous. Yes, that seemed logical. You were on a mission whose consequences would shake the entire world. Proper execution took months and months of setup. A single misstep and you would be horribly and brutally tortured and killed. Naturally such an outcome did not appeal to you in the least. 
 
 So there you sat, in the main cafeteria of the secret non-descript facility, eating a surprisingly lavish lunch as you always did. The funding for secret non-descript research facilities certainly paid for more than research and salaries. It was good. Meals were one of the few things that stood out in your memory of late. You could almost recall every meal you had eaten for the past few months. There must have been something in the food. Probably some kind of stimulant for the scientists. Who knew? That was not your forte? And why would it only affect you during meal times? Whatever. 
 
 You sat alone and ate your meal in silence as usual. Sometimes people called out to you. Sometimes you called back. Most of the time you didn ’ t. It felt like people were doing it less and less as time went on, but as like with so much else you could not be certain. In any event something about that day was different. Something was irritating you. An itch you couldn ’ t scratch. Was it finally time? Were preparations complete? You didn ’ t think so. But you knew something was happening as you looked up from your food and looked across the sparsely filled cafeteria. It was not an overly large room. There was only one way in or out, and you were sitting in the back. You could clearly see everyone as they came and went. 
 
 And you saw him clearest of all. He was much like yourself, and yet so different. He was so young and so bright, and surrounded by his peers laughing and smiling. It made your blood boil. You hated him ever since you first met him years ago, oh so many years ago... years which you could barely remember. The only thing you remembered was how much you hated him. When he looked in your direction and the two of you locked eyes he looked surprised. Then he grinned a devious and cheshire grin and raised his hand in greeting. He began walking towards you. 
 
 You felt yourself quaking with rage. The look on his face as he approached told you that you were wearing an expression that made it look as if you had shit yourself and were coming to terms with that reality. You relaxed. You took his hand when he offered it and put on a smile of your own. It was as fake as his was. The difference was his was genuine. He could even put on airs better than you, and as he continued playing at niceties with you the rage began boiling to the surface again. 
 
 He expressed concern at your obvious distress. You brushed it off and excused yourself. You left the cafeteria and collected yourself in the hallway. There was a cold sweat all over your body, and something deep inside you was telling you to flee. As fast as you could, far away from wherever you were at that moment. People passing by were giving you weird looks and you felt yourself crippled by some force. As he came out of the cafeteria and approached you, still wearing that mask of concern on his face, you knew it was too late to flee. He said that he wanted to take you to the medical room for a checkup. You tried to brush him off but he was insistent. 
 
 So you played along with him. You played nice. You continued to play nice with him as he helped you down the empty mostly empty hallways. There weren ’ t many people in the facility, and most people spent almost all their time in their labs or dorms. Sometimes those were interchangeable. So it wasn ’ t surprising that there was no one around as you continued to play nice. You were surprised with yourself. You were playing nice with him so well that when you drew a knife from your jacket you made sure to cut his throat deep enough to kill instantaneously. But of course you did n't. He was nearly a foot taller, and your blow mostly missed. Mostly. 
 
 He fell down without a sound. As he writhed on the floor he began clutching on his throat and making noise. A terrible gurgling noise. It annoyed you. There was an empty lab nearby. You dragged him inside and found the large trash chute for the lab ’ s biological waste. With strength you scarcely realized you had you hefted him up and dropped him inside the chute. As one hand desperately held his throat together, the other hand hung on to the opening of the chute. He had it in a hard death-like grip. The sharp metal edge was cutting deep into his hand, but he refused to let go. He stared at you with eyes full of shock, sadness, disbelief. 
 
 You did not hate his man. That came to you all of a sudden. As you looked at those eyes, so full of hurt, you realized this. His name was Harry. Harry Sach. You had always affectionately called him Hairy Sack from a young age. You ’ d known him since you were both children. You ’ d gone to college together, and medical school together. He was your best friend. Something was trembling inside of you. But that didn ’ t not stop you from approaching the chute and slamming it shut with all of your strength. His fingers fell to the floor as you heard his body fall down into the abyss, and something within you stopped trembling and sighed with satisfaction. 
 
 Looking at your hands, you were surprised to see how bloody they were. And the rest of you too. You weren ’ t sure if it was time yet, so you made for the nearest bathroom to clean yourself up. You ended up sitting in a toilet stall for what felt like far longer than it was. Or perhaps it was the other way around. It didn ’ t matter. You washed your hands and stared at yourself in the mirror. A dark and gaunt face stared back at you, a grimy and miserable sleep-deprived husk of the man you thought of yourself as in your mind ’ s eye. It was quite shocking to you to see yourself in such a state. You were not sure why you had not noticed sooner. Never taking your eyes off yourself in the mirror, you continued to wash your hands. 
 
 People came and went from the bathroom. You kept staring at yourself and washing your hands. Hours must have passed. No one thought much of you being covered in blood. A facility fully staffed by people who were natural social recluses did not make it likely many would approach you. But someone did. A few people in fact. They were saying something, perhaps even something about Harry, and they might have had a gun and a few people with them who weren ’ t scientists but soldiers or police or whatever and you were sure they had a gun. 
 
 You stepped back from the mirror and looked at your hands. Covered thickly with blood and other grime. The sink was overflowing and red. It was clogged with gore. You turned around. The room was painted with gore. Interesting, but it didn ’ t concern you. So you left. It was time. 
 
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