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[Game over] CURSIVE - And the winner is...
I couldn’t finish this story, my keyboard is still having problems. It’s also very rough for the same reason.
Grab bag: Short Story, Horror, Resurgence.
We were monsters, fitted with human skin, given the powers of gods. What we did with our hands defied any order nature would have given, any law that humans would pass. Through our efforts, through our combined deviousness, we had forged a being from the cells and chemicals at our disposal, tempered through the tubes, smelted from the vast armada of DNA we had collected in the vaults kept by forces high above us.
But while forces beyond our control pushed us according to their whims, we went further with what was birthed upon those tables. Birthed is the right word, for we were the gods who made life. Gods who rose up those cells from the darkness, and gave them thought. Gave them tools, to work with, to give them a purpose. But while we smiled and cheered, our kindness stopped there. Because while we were gods, we were the cruelest sort.
It may have started when the cheering was done, and when one among us said “What’s next?” and we simply didn’t know. Maybe it was when the word came down from the funders that the project was to be extended, as long as we produced further results. The only thing I know is that we went too far to get them. We gave it brothers. We gave it sisters. And then we gave it weapons, and the siblings that it played with became hurdles. It fought. We weaponized it further. And at the end of the project, it rebelled.
It struck down most of the gods who had played with it’s fate, allowing them to control it no further. But what could one spawn do against the weapons of gods? We put it down, like the old gods put down prometheus, and then sent it down into the depths of the hell we had devised. And though crows may have eaten at Prometheus, I believe that we have devised punishments far worse than that.
My speech may be flowery, but I am sending this using the best words that I can. We have followed all orders to the T and then some. But it is strong. It is the last of its kin. And as a former god, I pray to any other one that I am wrong when I say that it is being affected less and less, and the gas meant to keep it asleep no longer does so. I do not feel like it will be forgiving if it escapes. I hope the project is shut down soon. I am tired of waking to every rattle in the wall.
- – Personal Diary of Dr. Isaan Asivol , 2 weeks before Section L of the genetics division was locked down.
It had been a few years since the place had been tread on by humans, and the massive amount of dust left made everyone stop to put their masks on. Though it had been a tragedy what had happened here those years ago, the place looked peaceful. Nearly everything was still in place in the hallways, and there wasn’t a single body to be found. It was unsettling, comparing the scene laying before him to the security footage that had managed to make it out. What the abomination had done to those bodies, made his stomach churn.
Patrick Osim, “Information recovery”. Glorified IT guy. He was a member of a team sent in to get the data that had been kept here. Though some of the materials from the lab had been stored elsewhere, nearly all testing data had been kept on site as a precaution. The team was to locate and recover if possible everything related to the project on the abomination. The team was seven in all: himself, obviously, 3 grunts just in case things were worse than they appeared, an electrician, one of the former employees who had been relocated before things went sour, and one of the higher ups. It wasn’t really clear what her job was yet.
The grunts were what worried him, because the only thing left here that could be dangerous was the abomination. It had been put down, according to the officials, and everyone on the job had seen the footage of it curling up and dying. It had taken years of planning of how to breach the facility without letting it out, and not 4 days after the success, they sent in a recovery team. So if they were here, it was a bad sign.
To say he was worried as they progressed through the halls was an understatement. Flashes of the footage he had seen went through his mind. The gore, the mess. And even if he had yet to see a dead body, every corner he turned gave him expectations of finding one, more so given the that the only vision he had was from the flashlights.. Many of the cameras had been disabled, likely by accident, and even though they were guided on comms by somebody with the floor plans, nobody was quite sure of what was in many of these halls. What the abomination had left.
The first stop was to the back up generators, in hopes of getting the lights back on. Good vision was important, and although the switches had been flipped upstairs, nothing was coming on down here. They hoped that if they got to the generators, the electrical expert would be able to get them running again. The journey there had been peaceful enough, but Pat was really hoping he wouldn’t have to be stumbling around in the dark for much longer.
“You almost finished there?
“Yeah, about done. It’s simple enough, they’d just been turned off. No big deal, really.”
Turned off? That was a bit weird. It was probably better that being turned off was the only thing wrong with them though. As the lights came flickering on, Pat finally sighed in relief in being able to see the whole room for once. The lights began to flicker through the halls, as the they reached place out of sight, something began to bang around.
There was a large thumping noise, whether it was close or far was impossible to tell due to it echoing through the halls. The party all turned to the exit from where it was coming from, suddenly surprised. The guards raise their weapons almost in unison. But there was no followup, save the scurrying that began to fade. Was it running away?
A groaning sound came from the one of the connected rooms. The grunts looked to each other, and between the three of them they decided that the groaning was a bigger concern than whatever had scurried away. Each of them moved up close to the room, and barging in, their guns pointed at whatever had been the source of those sounds. And they froze.
It was strange to see the grunts freeze up, given what they had probably seen beforehand, but the shock went through the, all. Patrick came up to the room, since if nothing had attacked them yet, it wasn’t likely attack him. And he saw. There on the far end, was a stack of corpses, in varying shades of decomposition. And glued to the wall by some unseen force, was one Dr. Isaan Asivol.
Patrick was familiar with the guy. Very much so. It had been his personal diary that gave them the most information on the abomination, because it was one of the only sources that was stored somewhere online, somewhere, findable to the outside. But he didnt look the same right now. His face was half torn apart, his leg had come off, his hands were falling apart at the bone. But the most twisted part was the bulge.
There was a rather large bulge in his stomach, like a mother carrying her child. It was sick to see, but as the doctor groaned again, the bulge moved. Was there something in there? The man was closer to death than any person had a right to be, yet it was clear that something was keeping him alive. Patrick thought back to how some animals laid eggs in the corpses of other animals to make sure they had food when they hatched. It felt similar somehow.
The moving bulge started to do so rapidly, possibly because it’s host had been awoken by the lights being turned on. It moved around quickly. Quicker and quicker, the movements started to give a clear outline to whatever was in there. It had a shape, and the bulge began to grow alongside the howls of the doctor, who was clearly in pain. There was no way it was going to stay in.
Not soon after the party left the room and closed the door did a deafening pop pierce the barrier between them and whatever was in there. A strange silence grew, broken by a thump. And another thump. Something was clearly in there, although they couldn’t see from outside. The higher up began trying to contact outside, but something was wrong. As the team began to realize that none of them were able to contact anyone, a sudden fear came over them all.
“Is the abomination still alive?”
The lights came off again.