An Untitled Story
This is a story I am writing. I thought I'd share it and hear your comments. Keep in mind that this is the prologue. :) And it is still in rough draft form. Enjoy!
Dr. Charles Hampton hurried down a long white hall, nearly dropping the file he held multiple times in his haste. He was a small mouse of a man, with brown hair and eyes. A thick pair of glasses frequently slid down his long nose and his left shoelace had just come undone.
When he finally reached the tall oak door at the end of the corridor, he knocked impatiently and, without waiting for an answer, slipped in. A large man sat behind an expensive looking desk that was littered with stacks of paper. Filing cabinets were scattered in various coners of the room and two very soft looking chairs faced the magnificent piece of furniture.
"What is if Charlie?" Dr. Hill said without looking up. Dr. Hampton excitedly pushed his thick glasses up his long nose.
"It worked Dr. Hill! It really worked!" He said in a rush. He was almost shivering as he said this and his hands shook so hard that the file he had almost dropped several times now fell in a flurry of papers. The man behind the desk sighed and looked over the top of his spectacles at the thin little man scrambling to collect all the papers strew across the room.
"What worked Charlie? Please, do not speak in riddles," said Dr. Hill dryly, "and how many times have I told you to call me by my first name? After all, we have known each other for over twenty years, and this business hardly changes anything." Dr. Hampton giggled nervously and having finished his roundup of all the papers, stood and placed the bulky file reverently in front of the man.
"The experiments Brogan, one was a success and we've found it!" Dr. Hampton said. He grinned widely, revealing crooked and uneven teeth. Dr. Hill gaped at the mousy little man before him, not sure he had heard correctly.
"You've found it?" he croaked when he finally found his voice, "How do you know? Are you sure this isn't just another false alarm?"
"Yes, yes! We found it this morning and tried it on several of the new experiments. They changed just like you said they would! It was a challenge to contain them, but we did it!" he squeaked. He grinned again and happily pushed his glasses up his long nose, which immediatelyy slid back down again. By that time, Dr. Hill's open mouthed gape had also turned into a pearly, white smile.
"That's wonderful!" he exclaimed, rising swiftly from his chair and snatching his glasses off his nose, "Come, let us return to the lab to oversee this miracle." Dr. Hill put his arm around Dr. Hampton's thin shoulders and threw back his head as he let out a deep, throaty laugh. This outburst was joined by the mousy squeak of Dr. Hampton as they strode out the door.
__________A Few Hours Later ____________
A hazy figure stood at the smoky site of a disaster; the charred remains of a once magnificent lab. Firemen rushed back and forth, making sure the ruins of the still smoldering walls were not in danger of bursting into flame. The man was not fazed by any of this and simply stood in solemn silence. His white lab coat, hands, face and hair were dusted with a fine layer of grime and ash. Dr. Brogan Hill did not care. Not anymore.
Many had not gotten out of the building, including his partner and close friend, Charles Hampton. As for Brogan Hill, the world had blearily come into focus as he was being dragged from the decimated building. No one really knew what had happened but it was thought that the fire had simply moved too quickly for any of them to do anything. Many of the experiments they had been working on had been killed as well. But as for those who had escaped, there was no sign of where they had gone. One particular experiment had been extremely successful and had given them the formula for an equation that they had been looking for for years. Unfortunately, that particular experiment was unaccounted for, being either dead or simply gone. As a result, the formula had been lost along with Charles and all the other scientists.
None of it mattered anymore. The lab had been Brogan's life. It had also been Charlie's. What do I do now? thought the doctor, what would you do Charlie? A hopeless sense of defeat settled over him as he watched fire trucks drive away, bystanders drift off and eventually, even the police disappeared.
He too was on the verge of vanishing into the smoky street when a sudden idea popped into his head. What if he were to rebuild the lab elsewhere in a less conspicuous place? His experiments at the original lab had been on the shadier side of the law, and it was a miracle that the police had not gotten a whiff of what was going on. There had also been the problem of experiments to work on. They had never seemed to have enough. How can I fix all of these elements and create the perfect lab at the same time? He wondered.
Brogan's idea expanded and by the time he had reached his suite at the very top of his hotel building, he had an idea of what he was going to create. Yes, he was going to rebulid the lab in a more inconspicuous area, but that was not all. It was not only to be a lab, but a school as well. A school for homeless orphans. Brogan chuckled as he inserted his key into the lock. It was perfect. He would have all the experiments he could ever want, and no one would miss them. He would make sure of it. He still needed to work out the funding, but that wasn't a problem at a time like this. If there was one true fact in the world, it was that Dr. Brogan Hill had friends everywhere and especially in high places.
He settled into bed that night, a satisfied smile fixed to his face. He'd mulled it over and the plan was beginning to take a definite shape. There was a very good possiblity this could happen.
The whole thing was such a grand scheme that he was starting to believe that it had not just been hs idea. He believed that Charlie was whispering to him, guiding him. He would regain everything he had ever achieved at the old lab, and more. With Charlie's help, he thought, I cannot fail.