She should have guessed from the way the potion boiled and spat that the contents were evil. Too gentle a soul, she never realized he meant more harm than good, that his Doctor's credentials were a macabre farce.

The redhead downed his potion, a lamb willingly going to slaughter. As the potion took hold, it stole what little breath the consumption left her, "This will cure me, Doctor?" She gasped, the potion strangling her faster than the disease could.

"You misunderstood," Blaise replied, serenely watching her suffocate, "Death is the only cure for your disease. It's my gift to you."

mood: creative
audio: Prime Sth - I'm Stupid