Crepsley - Antidote

Mr. Crepsley reached into one of his many pockets and produced a small glass vial. He turned on the bedside lamp and held the bottle up to the light to examine the serum. “I must be careful,” he told me. “This antidote is almost as lethal as the poison. A couple of drops too many and …” He didn’t need to finish.

He tilted Steve’s head to one side and told me to hold it that way. He leaned one of his nails against the flesh of Steve’s neck and made a small cut. Blood oozed out. He stuck his finger over it, then removed the cork of the bottle with his other hand.

He lifted the vial to his mouth and prepared to drink. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“It must be passed on by mouth,” he said. “A doctor could inject it but I do not know about needles and the like.”

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Cirque Du Freak: A Living Nightmare, Chapter 26