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|Rage (standard:horror, 2530 words)|
|Author: Kittykat||Added: Oct 28 2005||Views/Reads: 3284/2004||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A creature is created in a deep dark lab. Will its creator regret what they have done. Only time will tell.|
RAGE Dr. Morgan look on with fascination at his newest creature. It had taken him many years, dabbling with the mixing of animal dna and human dna to produce the creature that stood before him. Now that he had the process figured out, he realized that it would not take long to create more of his creatures. Before him stood a young woman, or at least what seemed like a young woman. One would never know that there was anything different about her unless they saw her eyes. Eyes that were deep purple streaked with red. You could almost mistake her for an ordinary teenage girl, but, Dr. Morgan knew better. He had already had to move her to a new room when she broke through the walls of the old one and almost escaped. He also knew that at night the horror of his new creature became more evident when it grew wings and was able to fly. The perfect combination of vampire bat dna and human dna has allowed him to create a human vampire, even though some might say it was more of a gargoyle. Suddenly there was a crash and glass flew in all directions. The creature lunged through the observation window that minutes before Dr. Morgan has been looking through. She had noticed her watching him and that had angered her, allowing her to transform even though night was far off. Unbeknownst to Dr. Morgan, the creature always had its wings available, it has just grown capable of hiding them from view, waiting for the right time to reveal its secret. Dr. Morgan gasped as her cold fingers closed around his throat. "Oh my God, no," he started to protest, but was silenced by the tightening of her grip. 'It has been awhile since you have fed me doctor," she said is a voice that chilled him to the bone. "Since I am not in the mood to wait for supper, I am going to have to make due with what is available." "No, you can't," Dr. Morgan screeched. "I created you. You need me to survive. You'll never make it on your own." "I'm tired of being your labratory experiment, doctor," she cried. Dr. Morgan could hear her anger in her voice. "I'm sick of being watched all the time." With these words she drew Dr. Morgan closer to her, ignoring the fact that he was struggling desperately in her grasp. "I've never tasted human blood before," she said with a wicked smile. "But, I have a feeling I am going to like it." Christian woke with a start, his pyjamas soaked with sweat, even though his room was ice cold. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself down enough to go back to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he say his dream. The dream haunted his thoughts and would not let him sleep anymore that night. He remember the dream vividly, like it has happened in real life. In it he had been walking with his best friend Jamie when the sky above them darkened and a bone chilling screech filled the air. He had glanced up in time to see what looked like a large bird, but, as it came closer he saw that it was some sort of creature that looked half human and half bat. He had started to scream as the creature had swooped down out of the sky and landed beside him and Jamie. The creature lunged at them. That was the part where he always woke up. The dream had him confused and frightened. What did it mean, if anything. Mr. Wolber looked up from his newspaper at the strange young woman that walked in to his shop. "Can I help you miss?", he asked. "Uh, yah. I would like that please ," she said, pointing to a bottle of red wine on the shelf behind him. He slowly took down the bottle, feeling a sudden cumpulsion to do what she said, and passed it to her. She quickly opened the bottle and took a large drink. With a look of disgust she spit the liquid on the floor and threw the bottle against the wall, causing red wine to splatter the counter and Mr. Wolber in the process. ' What the..., what the hell do you think you're doing," Mr. Wolber sputterd, grabbing her arm as she walked towards the door. Quickly she Click here to read the rest of this story (185 more lines)
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