The Uphill

            Dr Rutherford walked briskly out of the theater room, a poignant look lingering on his face. He shakes his head slightly at the sight of the head of the K.E.E.N labs, mr Williams. Williams follows Rutherford's movement with a questioning look.  "Excuse me, aren't you going to talk?" Williams said as he followed Rutherford into an office The office is disorganized and dimly lit. Rutherford said the surroundings created a sense of inner peace within his self. The doctor slumps into a torned ergonomic chair and Williams stood in the doorway,  disgusted by the doctor's behavior. He clearly looked pissed off. "He died." Rutherford said folding his hand and wildly gazing at the wall. "I can't do this anymore!" "What do you mean you can't do this anymore? You signed a contract remember?" Williams said tapping his coat pocket. He sends a signal of blackmail to the frustrated doctor.  "Damn contracts!...Williams why are you doing this to people, man? Its cruel!" "Well, it's government backed and furthermore, the subjects are prisoners on death watch. So, they'll die anyway!" He lights a cigar, takes a puff and blows it into the doctor's face."I'll bring another one next week, and you better practice well because this next one you dont wanna mess up!" He flashes an evil grin and exits smoking the cigar. Rutherford desperately stares into the darkened doorway as if expecting an angel to drop and free his soul.  He punches the beaten mahogany desk, that he inherited from his father's office belongings. Cursing himself as to why he signed the goddamn contract. He wished, he had not been blinded by the seemingly huge prospects in the godforsaken project.