"No, no. That's the strange thing. He was way too big and strong to kill. No, he just dropped in his tracks all of sudden. Sad part is, even when he was lying there dying, even his closest friends were afraid to get near him to help. Crazy huh?"
The paramedic reached down and scooped up an empty prescription bottle. "Ah, here's the culprit right here!"
The young woman leaned in to read the label: "Rx #H.R.6166. "Rid of Habeas Corpus" Original Bavarian formulation, now in American Pie flavors. Goes down Easy! Works fast! Remember: "If you wanna get absolute power, you wanna get Rid of Habeas Corpus. It's the final solution!" Exp. Date: (none)." She looked perplexed, "What in the world is this?"
The paramedic blew through his lips, "Geez, this stuff is the ultimate step up from 'roids. It's the hottest new drug out. Addictive as hell, 100% lethal. Pumps you up good for a while, but all the while your insides are eating themselves up. After a while you just implode."
The niece was horrified. "I kept trying to get him to kick the steroids, but I had no idea he'd moved on to this! Why would anyone be allowed to legally sell something so dangerous?"
"Oh come on, my dear, you know how the market has been left to pretty much regulate itself these days. The reasoning being, people wouldn't buy something if it was bad for them. Right?" He spat. "Yeah, right."
He continued, "A real waste, isn't it? Sounds like your uncle was a great man at one time. Well, I've seen this syndrome before. They all start off unique, full of promise, and they all end up the same." Grim-faced, the paramedic climbed back into his truck, looked back at the forlorn young woman one last time. "They all end up the same: Pumped up, paranoid and puss-down on the pavement." He fired up the engine and drove off silently into the Crystal Night.
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