Mutation Revelation by wingz2firefly |  |
Several cobalt and violet lights flashed, and the readings slowly increased.
A hideous form slid over to a tank, which contained a small animal. Her tail
was tucked between her legs, and she had so many wires and tubes attached to
her she looked vaguely like a nightmare Christmas tree. Her eyes were shut tight,
as if to ward out the stinging fluid she was suspended in even in her unconscious
state. Her small ears were pressed firmly against her skull, and her mouth was
slightly ajar. Teeny claws protruded from her soft paws. Now and then, a few
bubbles swirled up to the top of the container. A hunched figure approached
the taller silhouette.
"The ssssubject issss resssponding, Sssssir," it lisped, perhaps a little
louder than necessary. The creature to whom it was speaking was undeniably superior
in the height department. There was a soft whooshing sound as the cloaked figure
faced the mutated Korbat.
"Good. Proceed." Two tiny, almost undeveloped-looking red eyes flashed, glinted,
and twinkled malice from the depths of the sable cowl, which their owner's face
was encased in.
Breathing quickly, panting, really, with excitement, the Korbat hobbled over
to control panel and clambered awkwardly up until it could see every last one
of the expansive collection of buttons at its hooked fingertips. Tail lashing
with grotesque pleasure, it began to push them. It then turned a few knobs,
and flipped a single switch. For a moment, all of the dim lights in the laboratory
flickered and then went dead. Energy surged up the thick cords connected to
the holding area of the specimen in fat blue ribbons. A hideous hiss escaped
the twisted bat.
For a moment, there was no change in the Lupess. Then, her body contorted
and twisted backwards until it was almost doubled over. Her spine snapped back
into place, her eyes flew open, and she screamed. The scream manifested itself
in a large column of bubbles released from her maw. Her mouth opened so wide
that every single silvery tooth was visible.
She writhed against her bonds and flew at the glass. Her clawing was futile,
and she soon figured that out--she began to ram her head into the wall of her
cage. Then, just as quickly as her wild fit had come, it vanished, and she floated,
completely unresponsive, in the liquid surrounding her. The rigging attached
to her began to tighten until it was completely taut. Then, rhythmically, it
started to pulse and throb. The hoses began to pump what appeared to be dark
plasma into her body--on the other side of her the mundane red blood was slowly
drained.
Slowly at first, then with frightening intensity, changes began to take place.
At first, none of the bizarre modifications being wrought upon her seemed to
affect her. Then her claws began to lengthen and thicken until they were like
broadswords. Her tail stretched and thrashed madly until it had gained at least
a foot overall extent. Her fur, once the warm azure of a perfect night sky and
dotted with softly luminous stars, started to fall out in clumps. It was replaced
with a dark, matted mass of rough hair in a deep shade of grey. Her lids fluttered
then slid back to reveal her golden orbs, which were slowly growing larger,
deeper, and ringed with red on the inside. Long fangs crept out through her
lips and pointed skyward. Her muscles bulged and swelled, and she twitched.
There was a soft intake of breath.
Out of nowhere, a silvery second skull slid up from the back of her head.
It inched along until it reached her nose, and covered it carefully so that
she could still breathe. It rippled and shivered until it had formed itself
perfectly over her ears and head. Spikes, like those on Skeiths, shot out from
her backbone and curved to the right like black daggers. Finally, a quartet
of metal tentacles slithered from her shoulder blades and another four appeared
from her just behind her elbows on her back. There was a momentary silence as
the machine wound down.
Suddenly awakening, she surveyed her surroundings carefully, calculating.
Then, with one well-placed thrust of her left forepaw, she was free and tearing
away her ties to the large mechanical mutation chamber with ferocious intensity.
When finally separated, she leapt onto the damp floor and faced her father.
The pair's eyes locked for a moment--their gazes were so deep and silent that
the Korbat skittered away from his controls in panic. He threw back his hood.
Dr. Sloth faced his newest creation with a grim smile on his too-thin lips.
His creation faced him with a grimace on her face and a deep roar rumbling up
her throat. They shared a mutual hatred for one another, but he was morbidly
proud of her--she was the first of her kind.
His broken laugh echoed through the halls and rooms of his lab hysterically,
and mingled in sick harmony with the metallic howl of the Mutant Lupe.
eAnnabelle was reborn.
The End
Author's Note: For those of you who might have read my
last story, it was eAnnabelle that fought with the wild Lupe in the forest! |
