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“You can see my lab, but you’ve got to be quiet, my assistant is likely still here,” Wendy whispered as he led Silas through a series of corridors and stairs.
“You have an assistant?” Silas questioned, surprised considering the building they were traveling through looked one sneeze away from collapsing.
Wendy whipped his head to glare at the man behind him with a look of offense and indignation, “Of course I have an assistant, all well respected scientists do.”
Silas raised his eyebrows from behind Wendy’s back before smirking. “But you’re not a well respected scientist, Wendy. That’s why we're walking down a hall that looks like a body has been dragged through it.”
“Red can be a very positive color and besides this was previously a very small hospital so it’s ideal for my work.” Wendy stopped in front of a rusty door and dug around in his lab coat, pulling out a syringe, a blood stained cloth, a headband and a pair of cracked glasses before finding his key and unlocking the door that opened with an ominous creak.
Silas briefly wondered if he should have put more consideration into his actions before deciding to see Wendy’s lab as the copious amounts of blood stains littering the place worried him, yet he brushed it off, his curiosity and fascination with the man before him overpowering any remaining survival instincts.
Wendy sighed heavily and stepped through the door, flipping a light switch that flickered a few times before turning on. He turned back to Silas with attitude and gestured to the grimy room. “Well, you wanted to see it, so…here it is.’
Silas surveyed the room which wasn’t much bigger than a school science room, with metal tables scattered on the sticky floor and medical tools littering every available surface. The room was musty with a lingering smell of decay and rot, certainly not suitable or safe for respectable experiments, but Silas assumed that was the whole reason they were in the lower levels of an apparently abandoned hospital. Silas walked over to a cabinet filled with glass jars and vials, each labeled with names that were unfamiliar and undoubtedly dangerous.
“Don’t touch anything,” Wendy ordered, standing slightly behind Silas as he peered into the cabinet.
Silas’ eyes flicked from the jars to the reflection Wendy casted on the glass. It seemed to shift unnaturally, though he supposed it was simply the sketchy overhead lights paired with the wonky nature of reflections.
“So, what kind of experiments do you even do?” Silas questioned as he stepped away from the cabinet and shuffled to examine the discarded medical tools.
When Wendy didn’t answer, Silas turned to see the other man shoving something long and fleshy into a drawer before turning to look at the man who questioned him with an expression of feigned indifference. “That is none of your business.”
“Oh, but you let me into your lab, darling. You expect me not to ask questions about the strange man who works out of a dilapidated hospital and has blood spots on his coat”?
Wendy scrunched up his face, possibly at the strange man comment or the pet name but maneuvered it back into one of neutrality. “My work is not for the public’s eyes. It’s private and requires close attention.”
Silas hummed, sure that “it’s private” wasn’t the only reason the scientist's work was unknown. He placed his hands behind his back as he sauntered around the room, glancing at the various instruments and scalpels before turning on his heels to stare at Wendy, “Well I suppose it doesn’t matter, although I do wonder…how did you find this place? It has such an air of…cleanliness and positivity.”
Wendy grimaced and shuffled slightly before answering, “there was a…gas leak and it had to be evacuated. The leak was so bad that nobody dared to come back.”
Silas squinted at Wendy, examining him closely and watching his expressions and movement. “Hm, a gas leak you say. Well, that’s funny because I have no recollection of hearing about a gas leak.” Silas took a step towards Wendy who simply returned his stare, a fierce and intense look on his pale face. “However, I do remember hearing about a doctor who-”
Wendy stepped forward, grabbing the front of Silas’ suit and turning to slam him into the door with inhuman speed. “Shut. Up.” he hissed as he leaned into the other man.
Silas wiped the surprise off his face, replacing it with a smirk as he tilted his head towards Wendy, “Aw, did I say something I wasn’t supposed to? Did I hit a nerve, bitch boy?”
Wendy tightened his grip on Silas, leaning in so that their noses brushed each other, “you don’t know anything about me or what I do.”
“No, but I might have an idea of what you’ve done, Wensforth J. Frank,” Silas snarked, his gaze flicking from Wendy’s eyes to his lips, a look of twisted enjoyment on him.
“You don’t know what you're talking about,” growled Wendy. “You don-”
A tentative knock on the door startled them apart, causing Wendy to quickly cover Silas’ mouth and glare at him to stay quiet.
“Um, Mr. Wensforth? I heard a loud sound and just wanted to make sure you were okay,” a small female voice said.
Wendy could feel Silas smiling from under his hand, his face lighting up in amusement while Wendy scowled and stuttered out, “Uh yes-, yes- Miss Clarabelle I’m fine. No need to worry I just…accidentally dropped something. Everything is fine, so please leave now.”
Silas looked between Wendy and the door, subtly sliding his hand out from where it was pinned behind him. He made eye contact with Wendy before tightly gripping his waist, causing Wendy to let out a loud yelp.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Wendy mumbled, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks as Silas silently laughed with sick pleasure.
“What was that? Are you alright, Mr. Wensforth,” came Miss Clarabelle’s voice, muffled by the door.
“Mhm, yep, everything- everything is fine, I just hit my leg on the table. Now please, please leave. I assure you I am perfectly fine,” Wendy blubbered, leaning his head on the door and letting out an overwhelmed sigh.
“Okay then…if you say so,” Miss Clarabelle said as she began to walk away.
Wendy waited until he could no longer hear his assistant's footsteps before taking his hand off of Silas’ still smiling mouth.
“Ooo, we almost got caught by your assistant. How do you even have an assistant if you work here? Because this definitely isn’t legal and-”
“Good lord, do you ever shut up,” Wendy growled, running his hands through his already messy hair.
“Actually, no. It’s why I’m so good at my job,” Silas admitted proudly.
“Jesus, whatever. You need to leave.” Wendy yanked open the door, dragging Silas through and pushing him out into the hallway.
“But-”
“No, stop talking, I don’t care. You’ve said far too much anyway so you need to get out of here and run off to your fancy mansion.”
Silas frowned but turned back in the direction they came down, “fine, fine, I’ll go.”
“Good and never come back.”
“Oh, I don’t know if I can do that. Your happy and inviting personality just keeps drawing me back in.”
Wendy rolled his eyes and fixed Silas with an unimpressed look.
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving.” Silas took a step forward and then turned back. “Goodbye, Wendy,” He wiggled his fingers at the glaring scientist and finally walked down the hallway, leaving Wendy to glance at the other man’s ass as he sauntered away before retreating into his lab and closing the door.
Silas whistled as he walked through the abandoned hospital and out into the street, being hit with the brightness of the sun. He squinted, looked around and then set off down the street, a newfound interest burning in his heart.
“Well, looks like I have to find the old newspapers and records now,” he said to himself as he traveled to the looming building in the distance.