"Verank! Transfer time!" He stood and let Coop cuff him. They dragged him out into a black van. "Warden, you sure about this?" "He can't get far with the UGAA as escort." A couple miles in, heavy rain rolled in and UGAA radio chatter spikes.

In the confusion, they must not have been watching the road. Lightning hounded before the driver and he swerved. Verank woke up to chaos, the wind howled, the rain poured and the back doors swung open! He must have ran for miles, I followed a blood trail into that factory, it was Verank. He kept saying, "I saw it. I saw the gods. I need a muse!" Poor, poor Verank. Or should I say, my plaything? I chuckle with the last vial of purple in my hand.

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I toss him a white mask and he stops shouting nonsense. "I will help you find a muse.." He puts on the mask and caresses it, "Yes, you will help. Please find the dead muse!" I smile, A chemist, the doorway to making anything, wondering how this world changed.