|Art by Qinni|
She didn't know how she had slipped past the background check at Padaleck Pharmaceuticals. Actually, she suspected it was because one of the hiring managers, Jared, was her old sponsor. Clarice hadn't touched recreational drugs since that disastrous year in undergrad, she was handling her past addiction. At least, she thought she was.
Working at Padaleck wasn't her first time near drugs since that year, but it was the first time she had felt the attraction to steal a couple chemicals and a syringe since that disastrous job as a lab assistant at university. She blamed it on the fact she wasn't just involved in testing them, but creating them.
And this drug - just looking at it set her fingers itching. It wasn't a single synthetic compound, no, it was a liquid conglomeration of chemicals of different densities and colors to determine the amount of each in a dosage. It would vary per patient.
One day, they discovered that running a current through it made it shine like neon.
Clarice had taken off early then. She had to. Seeing that glow, that swirl of colors, she could taste starfire on her tongue and feel the rush of a waterfall through her veins. She had dreamed that night of shooting up and sprouting wings, gossamer rockets that sent her shooting down the mouth of volcano and into the ocean to have her wings turn to fins and swim in the blood of a whale.
She woke up trembling and covered in sweat, her throat tight with need.
The next morning she quit.
Phew, it's been awhile since I did one of these. Trying to get back in the habit of Friday Fiction, we'll see how it goes. And if you guys want more stories, I highly recommend you check out WRiTE CLUB. Bouts started this week and all the entries are amazing.