With a sudden burst of frustration, Darren ran his forearm across the workbench.  The motion sent shards of glass and notes tumbling to the floor.  "This is not how I had it planned."  He said out loud.  They had to be listening but Darren didn't care anymore.  His one ticket out of here had just helped destroy the lab and disappeared.  He had to think.  Darren wasn't a hero.  He was a scientist and planner.  And the plan had just left.<br/><br/><br/>The notes were a mess and he only vaguely remembered the notes he had taken on the Malice serum.  It surely was a means of escape but the side effects  were troubling.  It would take months to re-engineer the formula, if he could.  Taking the vial out of his pocket, Darren tilted it watching the viscous fluid run from one end to the other.<br/><br/>There wasn't an option, not anymore.  Darren opened the drawer an pulled out an injector.  The vial clicked as he fitted it in the handle.  Once he did this there was no turning back...if he survived it.  Darren placed the injector to his left forearm and closed his eyes.  It stung as it forced the serum into his arm.<br/><br/>"Damn that hurt."  There was a large red mark on Darren's arm and it burned.  And nothing.  No instant change, now rush of power, just an aching forearm.