Venom

Intermission 3

Rutherford Venom

I’ve returned again, and I wish I could say by choice.

The estate pulled me back.

The experiments are failing.

Or succeeding catastrophically.

The ghosts have stopped whispering to me individually. They speak in unison now. It’s echoing in my head. They are working together, something I never wanted to happen. That has never happened before.

The machine…The machine has learned to anticipate me.

The gears are shifting before I touch them, aligning themselves into a configuration that I never designed.

It demands more than I can give.

I need to end this.