- I do believe this is by Poe.

¤ History ¤

History- The past that shapes our future.

-Somewhere at the Space Station, April 15th, several years ago

¤ P1|| Shattered glass and bleeding hearts ¤

This story begins in a miniscule room filled with one to many scientist bustling around a huge tank filled to the brim with a thick, red liquid. Bulky wires pierced the even thicker glass of this prison, attaching themselves onto the specimen inside, assuring the humans who had worked so hard on the accursed project that their little lab rat would not die just yet. If ever.

One of 'doctors' paused, for a moment, to gaze almost warmly at the creation he had helped bring to life. And, in a moment, he realized. The beast's eyes. His frankenstine's eyes... were actually open.

For a few moments the intellectual fool had just stared dumbly, no doubt calculating things in his over programmed mind before motioning to his collegues. Calling out things in a calm, deep voice. After all, there was no way their lovely little weapon would escape his confinement. Though their assurance of this thought might of wavered as the beast inside struck and lashed out with movements hardly slowed by the liquids at the image of his makers. Tension slowly filled the room as several of these good doctors went to their computers, forcing the wires that connected themselves to their child's body to pump a good dose more into the raging feline. All in order to get him to calm down, to fall back into his dreamless sleep. But their chemicals were nothing to him. His immune system had strengthened, as it had been programmed too. And now, not even their specially designed viruses could effect him. Or at least not for the most part. It came to the point where their creation was attacking all out. Either out of rage or confusion, who could tell? It's cranium met the glass hard and huge claws dragged and tore at the glass. Cracks were formed, slime leaked forth, and soon enough the beast was free. The glass all the while shattering and falling rather prettily, but somehow this beauty was disregarded by the creature the shards ushered forth.

The moment large paws touched the tiled floor of the room it had tensed leg muscles and leapt at the nearest of the doctor's throats, an enraged roar escaping the creatures muzzle, and the blood bath began. They should have been proud. He was doing exactly what he was made to do... and he was doing it so well, too.

¤ P2|| The infection ¤

This deformed beast (your hero and mine) had cornered the last one. The last 'doctor', fallen upon his comrades and laying rather still. Like he was playing dead or something. Which would of worked so much better, if his ragged breathing weren't so loud.

His job, that had brought him so much sweet forbidden pleasure, was to come to a close with him. And for some reason he could hardly wait.

A lopsided grin danced across his muzzle as he placed the tip of a single claw on the human's knee. The other paw on the humans chest. He was not in the mood for chasing games. He slowly began applying pressure to the 'doctors' knee cap. Slowly drawing blood and cracking the bone, apparently patient enough to torment him. The human thrashed, as any sane man in pain would do. His sweet job would be ended soon. Or at least, he assumed. However, silently a shoyru, the doctor's 'pet', had approached behind and unnoticed by him. At least until the winged worm had stabbed a syringe into his the flesh of his haunch.. injecting him with a strange, experimental fluid.

A sharp howl of pain rang from his muzzle as he the needle sunk deep, meeting it's mark of a pulsating vein. His eyes flamed as he faced this...this...fool and talons ripped through the stoned faced dragons flesh in a quick, demented motion.

Once again, confusion took his mind as the chemicals set to work and he simply ran. Leaving behind the survivors and mauling through everything that stood in his way until he had finally reached the doors... and then wilderness. So much more welcoming than the confining rooms, of mortals with their syringes and chemicals, so much better.

¤ The gene pool ¤

Technically, none.

¤ Rivals And heartkeepers ¤

¤ In loving memory ¤



To Dark. For slitting my throat and bashing my skull against a boulder.