When he’d agreed to work for the secret government agency he was a young scientist eager to please and proud to be selected, but with age came maturity and the seriousness of his work took over.
He’d doubted what they’d asked him to create, but now, years later, he held that vial firmly in his hands, the greenish liquid swirling with his every step towards the exit, his palms wet, heart pounding.
He drove to the woods and walked far into the forest reaching the flowing stream, where he carefully unscrewed the cover and stood there breathing heavily for a few seconds, watching the water cleave its way downwards, then gently tipped the vial over.
The green liquid churned with the gurgling water and Samuel watched as the elixir to immortality was lost forever.
The paperwork destroyed, his hard disk wiped clean, he took a deep breath and walked slowly away. There was no hurry, he couldn’t go back and they’d already be at his apartment, but he knew he’d made the right decision, for the power of what he’d created was just too significant to be given in the hands of those who’d use it as a weapon.
Written for Six Sentence Stories, the cue for this week is CLEAVE