They wanted The Doctor, they wanted him dead. They, being the government that controlled Creekwell City back then were very keen to know the location of the man known only as ‘The Doctor’, along with his gang, that of which I was a part of, but did not know it at the time. I had a crack in my jaw bone, my nose was shattered, bruises and cuts scattered all over my body, and a huge scar around my neck, which was a result of the man in the black suit hanging me to get information on the whereabouts of The Doctor. Nonetheless, it did not take that much time for my wounds to heal, and in that time, Mary sat at my bedside speaking to me in her soothing voice, day and night. Like always, she spoke of her wicked dreams and thoughts, and I just listened. Every now and then, The Doctor would pass by to check up on me, to make sure everything was healing fine. After a period of time I cannot recall, I got back to my usual self and was ready to understand what the fuck was really going on. I sat down with The Doctor on the front porch of the lodge they took me to after rescuing me from the hands of the government’s henchmen, and we talked about the subject that’s been overwhelming me for quite some time. Blue.
“But why?” I asked The Doctor “Why would they want to kill you, Doctor?”
The Doctor leaned back in his chair, all goat-faced with his glasses hanging low, and gazed at me with his black eyes.
“They do not want Blue to get to the market,” he said “They know exactly what will happen if the Blue gets out there.”
“What is this stuff anyway?”
“Blue is the best of the best,” The Doctor said “Nothing ever produced could match its power. You have tried it yourself, Mr. Gretly, and you know for a fact that it is better than any drug produced by the government.”
“Well, yes, that’s true,” I said “But is it worth killing for, they could just make a deal with you, and profit from the whole operation, or even if you don’t wanna make a deal, they could just tax it.”
“Worth killing for? Yes, it is worth killing for, dying for, and going to the netherworld for.”
“But why?” I said in annoyance.
“Because once you take Blue, you do not need to take anything else.” The Doctor said “Once you take Blue for the first time, you do not need to take it a second time. A Blue high is an eternal high.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” I said skeptically.
“Look at me, Mr. Gretly, do I look like a goat to you.”
My eyes widened and my heart began to accelerate, I could not understand how The Doctor could’ve known what I was seeing.
“Yes…” I whispered.
“That is because you are on Blue.”
“But I haven’t done it ever since I came to this place.”
“But nothing,” The Doctor cut me off “The last bottle of Blue you drank right before they busted you in your apartment, it is still in your system.”
“It is why they want to kill me, Mr. Gretly, it is the same reason they want it gone.” He said.
I began to pace around but stopped dead in my tracks; I abruptly turned to The Doctor.
“Did Mary know about this?” I asked.
“No she did not,” he said, taking off his glasses and standing up “Even when I sent Steve with that vile to your apartment, the vile you found in her hand while she was asleep, she did not know a thing.”
I thought for a few minutes, nothing but the sound of the earth breathing around us as we stood on the front porch of a lodge in the middle of nowhere. I gazed upon the horizon, and saw nothing but hollow lands.
“How did you find me?”
“How I found you is not important,” he said “But Mary was the one who came to me at the Asylum to deliver the news of you being in captivity, and asked for my help. I told her everything as we set out to save you from the government.”
“Hmm… Steve is working with you?”
“And the Ape-man.”
“And The Painter, and a couple others you do not know, but will get the chance to do so.”
“As if I’ve already agreed to work with you?” I asked in a rude tone that was not intended.
“Oh, Mr. Gretly,” The Doctor said smiling “You already work with me, and you have been ever since we met. You have all been working for me.”
Taken aback by that statement, I sat back in my chair, took a splif from the pack on the table, and lit it. I peered at The Doctor through sheets of white smoke that twirled before my eyes.
“I don’t understand.” I said.
“When was the first time you have tried Blue?” The Doctor asked.
“When I visited you at the Asylum.”
“Wrong,” he said “You have being doing Blue ever since I met you.”
“What the fuck-k-k?!” I coughed leaning forward as the splif dropped from my hand.
“Yes, ever since we have met, you have been scoring junk from me, and all that junk contained Blue.”
“No, that’s not true, Doctor.” I said “The first time I’ve experienced the Blue high was when I visited you at the Asylum.”
“Wrong again, Mr. Gretly.” He said “I have been experimenting with Blue, trying to get it right, working in the laboratory for days to make sure it was perfect. The last dose you have taken was the closest to perfection, but it will wear off in a couple of days.”
I got up and stumbled a few feet away from The Doctor with my palms on the sides of my head, as if it’d stop my brain from falling off.
“That dose was not perfect, but this…” he took out a vile identical to the ones I’ve seen before “This right here is the definition of perfection.”
“Have I been your lab rat, Doctor?” I snapped “Have we all been your lab rats?!”
“Calm down, Mr. Gretly,” he whispered “You are no such thing, none of you. You are special to me, and I cherish you all. You have a choice to make, either to take this sample of Blue, and not touch junk again, or walk away right now.”
“What do you expect me to say, Doctor? Do you expect me to sip that glowing fluid, and just forget about the fact that I’ve been your fucking lab rat all this time?
“Again, Mr. Gretly, you are no such thing.”
“Wait, has Mary taken it?”
“No, she has not,” he said “She told me that she would talk to you before doing such thing. Think about it, Mr. Gretly, once you take this, you will not need to ingest drugs again. Your veins will begin to go back to normal, your nose, your lungs, everything. You’ll get the high without the drawbacks of overdosing on junk.”
“I need to talk to Mary, now.” I said after thinking for a few minutes.
“She is upstairs,” he answered “But before you go, Mr. Gretly, you have to know that you were, are, and will never be a lab rat. However, there is in fact a scoundrel in our group, the same one who called the coppers on you. I think I know who it is.”
I stared at him for a moment, grabbed the bottle from his hand, and then walked into the lodge, leaving the screaming silence of the land that surrounded us behind.