Chapter One "The only surviving experiments appear to be numbers: 2223, 0666, 1257, 0111 and 3377, Dr. Cooper. It seems as though we were successful, don't you agree?" a small and fragile woman said as she examined the still beeping heart monitors of their five remaining experiments. The head scientist was silent as he uncovered the observation window and turned on the mic. His eyes were intense and border lining insane as he watched with sheer enthusiasm. Their lives were in his hands, and that made him all-powerful. It made him their God and creator. "Begin tests on 0666...and be cautious of this one," he spoke into the mic as he watched his own flesh and blood as she glared at the cold ceiling. The inside of the experiment room suddenly came to life as the experiment thrashed. A razor clattered to the floor, thrown down in exasperation by the scientist holding it. The man had been trying to shave her head, but she was fighting as hard as she could to prevent him from getting anything done. It had become Mission: Impossible. "Bypass the shaving if she won't cooperate. It would've made this more pleasant, but she's too stupid to obey. It's pride that makes her act this way. Insert the needles. If the markers are not visible, guess," the head scientist's growl was callous and biting, his irritation visible in the jerky motions of the tightening muscles in his jaw when clenched. His glare landed on the girl strapped to the table, lingering on the head that housed the crimson orbs, firmly clamped between two wooden arcs that fit the dimensions of her skull. Holes had been drilled through the arcs, ensuring a space for the four-inch needles. The two scientists who had been attempting to shave her now worked around her, carefully tapping the head of a hammer to the end of the needle, making sure three-fourths of it would be embedded in the cranium. They each inserted three needles. One scientist hammered three additional nails into the top of the experiment's skull, two at the back, one at the front. While this went on, a scientist took note of her expression, or lack of expression, as he placed the tip of the final needle at the center of her pale brow, her ruby eyes staring into his own. The eyes flinched once with the first tap of the hammer--when the needle became lodged in her skull--and then they froze, showing no evidence of the harm other than the black reflection of the moving hammer that would shrink and grow within her pupils. With this step completed the men stepped back, and a hand reached for a bundle of rubber encased wires. They wrapped uninsulated wire around the ends of the needles with quick, nimble movements. They stepped back once they were finished and allowed the head scientist, Dr. Wallach, to evaluate the job briefly. He nodded and his boots stepped forward as others prepared to take observations and time. The experiment, Charnette, was silent. Numbness pervaded her body, not allowing her to recognize trepidation that caused one of her bare feet to tremble. Her eyes dilated as they viewed the ceiling, wishing it did not exist. The trembling in her foot shot up her leg to become caught between her shoulders, causing her body to shudder once with fear before the lever activated the machine. Now what made Charnette's body convulse was not fear...part of it was the agony of the electricity searing her brain and descending her nerves. Another part was the scorching sensation covering her head. When the current was unleashed, her hair ignited, crowning the experiment with a halo of flames. The needles were warped by heat and the wooden arcs popped and charred, but the scientists were prepared. There was a strangled shriek as her bulging, seemingly lidless eyes shook and her fists clenched and released and her legs caught in a spasm. Then there was only gurgling once there was not enough breath in her lungs to support a stronger cry. Charnette's body continued to thrash against the thick restraints, perfectly white and naked beneath them, though she was beginning to be dyed with blood excreted in place of sweat. The blood smeared while a few droplets managed to reach the table. The creature gnashed her teeth and a demonic scream pierced the room. The violent writhing of the naked body constricted like a snake coiling. There was a severed gasp as the building tension was shattered, and she began to convulse again. This time, the red eyes rolled back. The testing was ready to reach Phase One. The girl trembled from head to foot, overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion as the men worked. Wallach's face was above, within her vision, and smiling down. "That was good for practice, yes? Were you in any pain, daughter?" Blood and drool that slipped from the corner of the experiment's mouth was the only response. A hand slowly pulled the lever once again. No! I will not continue to suffer under the rule of one man! I will not permit this bag of flesh and blood to dominate me! HIS TIME HAS ENDED! I WILL BRING ABOUT THE END! NOW! LET THEM SCREAM THEIR PRAYERS TO ME OR THEIR GOD! The machine exploded, metal fleeing from the wreckage to seek shelter deep within human flesh, all to escape the black and red flames that burned on infertile metal and stone, gathering along the base of the wall behind the creature. With a roar, Charnette splintered the restraints, rising to stand on the table. Her hair whipped through the air as it returned her claws were splayed and ready to dissect and amputate the men acquainted with such methods of 'research' and 'experimentation'. Wallach swiveled to the man mutilated by the blast. Her claws flashed forward, lunging and slicing the mortal's skull. Oh, so sweet, so delicious, was the enraged bellow produced. Yes! His rule is over! I will never bow my head to this man in the centuries to come! His bloodline will end! I WILL PAINT HIS WALLS WITH BLOOD, AND I WILL DEVOUR HIS HEART! My power which has exceeded his. This man will never look down on my intellect, degrade my dignity, or trod upon my pride. The door locked in Charnette's favor as minds sought escape; men cried out when they tugged at the door which sealed their fates. Desperate, they died with their blood spraying to color the walls red, gore sopping with the dye, limbs flinging it when they flew and struck the walls. There was weeping as well, the first to fill this room without originating from the experiment; even her siblings died. Once it was all over, Charnette escaped the massive building and set about destroying everything that reeked of humanity. She hated it all; once it was done, the experiment fell to her knees and screamed. Her crying and wailing filled the dead sky and she stared up at its black, harsh depths. She'd never seen the sky; it was so beautiful. Charnette had never seen anything so magnificent. With a thud, she fell on her back in the middle of a burning city--most of it being her doing--and reached for the sky as bloody tears slid from her eyes. |
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| Charnette stalked through the night, lusting for human blood and screams more than anything. As she lurked, she glimpsed at the sky with a smile permanently plastered to her face at the sight of a crimson moon. The sound of wailing, broke the macabre silence and made it much more beautiful. She could see a small cluster of survivors with makeshift weapons as if they could protect themselves. Charnette smirked, and her pace quickened in anticipation. When she made herself known, the group turned and nearly pissed themselves. Only one was brave enough to actually come at her in some form of attack. As soon as he was close to her, she mercilessly sliced open his chest and watched as he fell limply to the ground, revealing bones and organs to the naked eye. Blood sprung from his wounds and Charnette continued to watch the filthy human's misery. His screams were enough to wake the entire city. Amusedly, she stepped on his trachea and watched him slowly and steadily choked. The sight of the thick, rich blood made her hungry and aroused her. Rapidly ripping his shirt collar, she bit into his warm flesh and listened to his screams. By this time, the little rag-tag group had split and run into the smoke infested shadows. Frowning only slightly, she thought of who to go after. After hearing a grunt and crash, she shrugged and followed the sound. Charnette slowly strolled into the darkness, searching for her prey. She heard a scream not too far away and went towards it. She started running to her in anticipation, all the way planning to feed. |
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