Zraeli’s
neighbor has taken in a very unusual pet and it’s done something gross and
unpleasant to both his lawn and his pet. Actually, it chewed off the head of
Zraeli’s pit bull and somehow managed to spray the blood over the left side of
Zraeli’s house at the same time. The walls on the left wing of his house looked
like something had tried to repaint it and failed.
The
lawn was a different matter entirely. It was the aftermath of a battle between
a T-Rex and a triceratops.
Recently,
Zraeli had been hearing strange sounds in the still of the night piercing the air
with blood-curdling squeals. Zraeli’s neighbor had been up to something. It probably
had a thing to do with his gene-splicing
gig up at the MoGenetics Labs where
he worked.
One
night, (after the incident with his pet pit bull and the odd painting job which
he washed off effectively and of course, his messed up lawn) Zraeli kept
hearing noises coming from his backyard suggestive of giant slugs slithering around
in the starlight. He’d never heard those sounds before and his mind went back
to his neighbor especially, his state of mind after all these excessive
experiments.
Zraeli
got out of bed, fetched his torch and went to the window. He pointed to
wherever he spotted movement in the shadows, trying to see what made such
noises. He could barely make out the forms. Either they were too dark or too
fast. Zraeli whispered a prayer; let it
not be the latter. And whatever they are, let them not be dangerous.
Well,
the high points of the night was when one of the creatures almost got into the house. It scared the living night lights out of one of his daughters
who was sleeping in that room. She claimed she’d seen the creature, said it was
a cross between a Dimetrodon (when Zraeli asked her what
that was she said it was a prehistoric mammal-like reptile) and a slug-a giant
slug. The emphasis here people is giant.
That was the
final straw. Zraeli didn’t think it was wise to wait one of those things broke
into the house and made a meal out of one his own before he gave their owner a
wake-up call.
He got to
the neighbors house which was just next door. After a few moments of knocking
on the door and unable to evoke a response from the resident, Zraeli tried the
knob. The door opened on the first try like it was still midday. More like it
wasn’t locked at all.
“Hello,” he called. His voice
returned to him empty and pregnant with weird possibilities.
He stepped into
the dark apartment. It was against his better judgment. The room reeked of ungodly
odors-laboratory chemicals and a musty stench which meant the house had not
been cleaned out in a while.
“Kirk? Kirk! Are you in here?”
Notes to myself:
Zraeli found a note on the table from
Kirk to whom it may concern. It described an experiment gone awry. He’d trapped
DNA from fossilized skeleton of a Dimetrodon and tried to see if he could
reinvent these reptiles by combining their DNA with slugs’. Finally, when he
couldn’t control them anymore, (they reproduced quicker than he could keep
count) he’d set them loose around the house. And now, something else had
happened their bite was contagious. Anybody who suffers a bite from any of the
creatures (his creatures) will be transmuted into one of them.
Zraeli had not finished reading the
notes (there were about five pages in all. The last one could have contained a Remedy or a cure of sorts)
when he heard a shrill scream. It came from the direction of his house. It was
the voice of one of his daughters. It was the scream of someone who had just
stumbled on their won obituary in the evening papers. It was the sound that
only somebody who had looked their own death in the eye could make. Zraeli tossed
the papers containing the last notes of Kirk away and scrambled for the door.
A monstrosity with a human head and a prehistoric
reptile’s body slithered into his path and rammed into the door. Zraeli stared
at it for what seemed like eons then, surprise tipped over to familiarity.
Kirk? Kirk is that you?
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