Evelyn sat behind the counter, her mind adrift in the sea of monotony that had become her life. The flickering fluorescent lights cast a pallid glow over the rows of medicines that promised relief but delivered none to her weary soul. Every pill bottle was a reminder of the life she had once aspired to and the emptiness that had replaced it. Her gaze drifted to the street outside, where shadows danced with the city lights.
Evelyn was closing the pharmacy when she first saw Victor. He emerged from the shadows, his presence as sharp and cold as a winter's night. His eyes, dark and calculating, met hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "I hear you have a talent for creating things," he said, his voice smooth as silk yet laced with danger. Evelyn hesitated, feeling the weight of his words and the promise of something she couldn't quite define.
Victor and Evelyn sat across from each other in a booth, the murmur of conversations around them fading into the background. "We could create something powerful together," Victor proposed, laying out his vision for a black-market poisons manufactury. Evelyn, drawn by the allure of purpose and the thrill of the forbidden, found herself nodding. "What do you need from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
The makeshift laboratory was housed in an abandoned warehouse, its walls lined with equipment salvaged from forgotten corners of the city. Evelyn moved with newfound energy, her hands deftly mixing chemicals, her mind alive with the possibilities of creation. Victor observed, his presence a constant reminder of the stakes. "You're a natural," he remarked, a rare flicker of admiration crossing his usually stoic features.
With their first batch completed, Evelyn and Victor stood on the rooftop, the city sprawling beneath them like a dark sea. "We did it," Evelyn said, her voice tinged with disbelief. Yet, as the wind whispered around them, doubt crept in. "Are we doing the right thing?" she questioned, her eyes searching Victor's for reassurance. "Right or wrong is a matter of perspective," he replied, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
Slowly, Evelyn stopped caring about things like ethics. After all, she had a purpose now. She now experiments with the poison in her lab, synthesising the next deadly batch. Victor walks in, "I had my doubts at first, I thought I would need to kill you off." Evelyn turns to face Victor, her face like a slab of stone. "Good thing you didn't try." Evelyn replies with a small smirk, "Because I would have to poison you." They both laugh a sinister chuckle.
