Snippet #2102518

Tony
The footsteps of well-polished Nordstrom shoes sounded in the hall, accompanied by the sound of prisoners flinching away as Tony Griffin passed by their cell. Today the man wore a crisp, expensive Italian suit, perfectly matching his shoes. His hair was neatly combed back. He was the picture of perfection. Except for the blood stains splattering the neatly folded white lab coat he held over his arm.

The man sighed, glancing at his Rolex watch. "Nick?" he called, strolling down to the cell he needed and rapping on the bars. He lifted his eyebrow at the sight of fellow tester Nick Grieves standing over the motionless body of the cell's inhabitant, Andras. Tony had tested on Andras many times before.

"Nick!" he cried, stepping into the cell and nudging the boy's unconscious body distastefully with the tip of his toe. "Dear God. Tell me you didn't kill another; we're going to run out of test subjects if you keep--" He took a deep breath and massaged his forehead. "Cell 25. Vivian "Vivid", the girl with the chameleon skin. Why is there blood all over her cell?" He gave a stern look. "I heard those gunshots, you know. Why aren't you filing a report right now? We've had this conversation, you can't just go shooting subjects willy-nilly, this is for the purpose of testing. We need those reports."

Tony tended to look down on Nick for his violent tendencies. Sure, Tony could be just as sadistic at times, but his intention was always the furthering of science. These poor, disgusting, unfortunate souls were different from human beings. He was always searching for a "cure". And sure, if a few test subjects had to go through some pain for it-- well, the end justified the means. It was for their own betterment.

For this reason, Tony was always nagging Nick. Despite the two of them being of equal position here at Infrai Island.