Ace of Blood

Alice has found a new kind of wonderland. Jamie Cunning is just an ordinary girl. Sort of. Bearing the scars of a thousand painful memories, old an new, she found a strange set of friends in the abandoned and untended headstones of a nearby cemetery. But this girl who prefers the company of the dead to that of the living finds a shocking new life thrust upon her when she is shoved into a world of danger and death. The worst of all: it lurks just around the corner. The paperboy. The school bully. The neighbor. They may all be a part of it. Watch out, because Ace is always watching, and you never know how the cards will fall.


32. Precision

 “Why do I do this,” the Rabbit wondered to itself, stirring the chemicals carefully. He really didn’t know anymore. In the beginning it had felt right, but now? Now it felt like betrayal.
 Still, he stirred, measuring more of the ingredients in, using microscopic measurements to get the blend exactly right. It had to be exactly right. If he used too little or too much of any of them, it could be fatal.
 The drug was meant to raise body temperatures, originally designed for frozen areas, for the scientists and researchers who spent hours out in blizzards or ice fields. The Rabbit had developed it himself, and for that he was very proud. But this batch was not intended for such a benign purpose.
 The small changes wouldn’t be noticeable to any lab, to anyone but him. A little extra, a little less. No one else would care. But the effect would be staggering. A drug designed to raise the core body temperature a few degrees would lose the inhibitors that stopped it from causing permanent damage. It would induce a severe fever, an elevated heartbeat, spasms, labored breathing.
 Yes, if he made a single mistake, the drug would most certainly be fatal. So the White Rabbit took care to be perfect, to avoid that mistake.
 He did not know for whom the drug was intended. He was not meant to know. But he had an idea, and that idea frightened him. It made him nauseous. It made him hate himself.
 Yet still the White Rabbit stirred.

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