Blood And Thunder

"Johnathan, get me a vial of No. 53. Quick now, my boy."
The lab was well lit, all the little tubes and vials with liquids of different colors like a sick and twisted rainbow occupying most of the space above the many desks this lab contained.
A little man, quick by nature and precise by years of experience under the commands of his master, Dr. Bradshaw, remembered where the vial that was requested was -the process took no more than a second-, and went to fetch.
"Soon, my dear Johnathan.. Soon all of this will pay off.. We will be eternal, my boy. Eternal!"
Johnathan considered this. No master, we both know you want it for yourself because you are the impersonation of greed. We both know that you will keep this to your dear self, or sell it for billions and billions of dollars, so that you can actually live rich and famous.
"Do you understand? I will beat man's first and worst fear, death! Imagine a world with no death!"
And no insurances, Johnathan thought. Less money for the rest of the world, more for you. Also, the earth would really be over-populated. As if we don't have enough people rotting underground..
Johnathan didn't actually hate his master that much. He had come to help Dr. Raymond D. Bradshaw because he really wanted to put his knowledge to the test with this.. The man claimed he could achieve eternal life -he had done so for more than the 6 years that Johnathan helped him-, and that was no small thing to do. At first, John did what he did out of interest.. Curiosity.. Out of fear that the man could possibly do what he dreamed of.. And now..
"Our names will become legend among the people!"
John could already imagine a big, leatherbound book with the title 'Johnathan Shilling & Raymond D. Bradshaw: The ones that damned us by saving us'. He wasn't sure he liked it.. Still, he had to wait and see..
"4 vials of No. 13, 2 of No. 65, and one No.27. Quick."
Dr. Bradshaw was a simple man. He knew what he wanted, and soon, he learned how to get it. Nothing could get in his way. He would not allow such a thing. His plans were above the judgment of any other human. Only he and his faithful errand-boy were to be trusted with his projects. His obsession with life eternal was born when his parents died in a car accident, while he was at the young age of 14. He then decided that he could help science get omnipotent, beating death and the sorrow it brought to everyone. He became a famous doctor, until he confessed his ultimate project to the scientific community. He was instantly pushed over, shunned by everyone and called a "highly promising individual, yet severely mistaken".
But now he had done it. He had actually found the way to triumph over the Grim Reaper, Death, Uriel, the Otherside, and any other names the people have given to death over the ages..
It wasn't easy to pick up the ingredients. Not at all. when he tried to buy some of (Vial No. 56) at first, the pharmacist looked at him and asked him in a serious tone "Sir, what are you planning to do with this?". Of course he had replied he would use it in some experiments. Which was mostly true, after all. The pharmacist persisted "You do know that such a thing can cause..."
"Yes, yes, I've heard all about it, now if you would please give me what I kindly asked you." He had grinned while he said it.
And that was one of the better cases, some of the vials he had to fill in the houses of charlatans, mediums, spirit talkers, tomb-freaks, and other peculiar individuals he wouldn't want to associate with again, if he had the choice.
And the colors.. There was something of the colors in the little vials. They seemed to suck the light in them and a bit around them. Other substances just reflected the kind of light that signified their color and you could clearly see a hue of red, green, blue, etc etc.. These things.. they seemed to do the exact opposite of 'glow' or give off a color hue.. The particular one he was holding was a red so deep it reminded him of a painting he once saw at another scientists house. It's theme was Death, and it showed the end of a battle, and what remained of every body out there on that huge field.. That made the hair on the back of his head raise a bit, but he decided to ignore it.
"Are you listening to me, boy? Get me what I asked."
Johnathan was of course on the move, although the Dr. could not see that because he was too absorbed into his work and paraphernalia. He handed the vials to him.
Again, Dr. Bradshaw had that eerie feeling, and he mixed a little of this with that, then infused it with something else, while something was also burning above a bunsen burner, and a machine beside him was stirring a couple of other test tubes letting out a faint whizzing sound.
Sweat was forming on his wrinkled brow. Only a couple of minutes left before his dreams came true. He just had to do this and that, and all these years would finally pay off... And, really, what are a few years, compared to a whole infinity?
"Observe, my boy.. This is indeed a great, big leap for mankind, no matter what that little moon-man said back then. What you see, may well be..."
He raised the vial on his right hand.
"Evolution."
He let a single red drop fall in the larger test tube in his other hand.