Story Snippets

Energy Experiments

My creator simply scowled at the whine and twisted something. I hear a squish and a yowl that made my scales rattle. "You're all the same...you whine and grovel for death, but I am making you better, smarter, faster!" he roared and I hid a wince as the broken creature gave another howl as something else was tampered with. He finally let the poor thing alone and he stalked back into my averted view, "That pitiful animal doesn't realize that my cybernetic implants will allow him to do things no other creature can achieve." I suddenly realized what was getting shoved into its head. Implants to make it smarter, able to speak and plot...and easier to follow orders. I felt grateful I never looked. I could stomach my own killings, blood on my owns hands...but I could never watch something get torn apart like me so long ago.

He scowled at me in annoyance, "So what's so wrong with my plans for the future?" he returned to his work, the smell of burning flesh once again filling my mouth and making me want to gag.

I pulled myself together, clearing my throat to try and get the burning scent out, and said in a small voice that made me want to kick myself, "Is it really necessary? I mean...do you really need to find a new energy source or whatever you're trying to do?" I knew I was being blunt and it will probably land me into a session of combat training with the sharks again, but I was willing to take the risk. I didn't want to see how far he would take this. It's true, he made me into a killing machine that would rip throats apart if it had the chance, but that didn't mean I had no moral code. I don't touch children and I make the deaths quick. If the death is unnecessary for a mission, I don't take the life. This however...what he was doing was something that crossed every single line I draw.

He paused in his work, my words hitting a nerve that I never touch. "This will revolutionize the world." His words were dripping in the dangerous tone that made my fangs drip venom, but I keep my mouth shut and my fangs away. He turned to me slowly, "There is so much wasted energy on this piece of rock and I have seen a way to use it, harness it!' His eyes were aflame with a fury I have rarely seen, not since the elves had been taken from him by death or by his ex-partner in science. I never saw his hand as he hit me across the face, scales ripping from my cheek as I fell to the floor. Blood dripped from the ripped skin and his foot on my throat made it difficult to breath. "Do not question me you dribbling little snake. I made you what you are, I made you better than those weak creatures walking around." I snarled this time, my fangs wanting to sink into his pale flesh. That snarl was a mistake as he jabbed his heel into my throat and I choked. I curled on the floor, my breath not coming quick enough through my injured throat. My tentacle curled and uncurled and I suddenly felt repulsed by it. Better, is this what you call better? I have an octopus limb for an arm and scales for skin. Was I ever human to begin with? I ran my hand along my bare head, the scales making my skin crawl.

"Get out of here you sniveling piece of trash..." he said in a voice that rumbled through me and made me shudder. I lifted myself, resisting the urge to wrap my tentacle around that scrawny little neck of his, and left. I was still trying to make my throat work as I trudged out, clamping my mouth shut against the scent of burning flesh and blood that suddenly threatened to make me sick to my stomach.

"The first stage is the flowers..." I began to mutter to myself, the plan he had told me days ago popping into my head, "We leave the trees alone, or else live on Earth will end..." I stopped in the elevator, barely aware of the thing moving upwards, "The second stage is the wildlife. Any animal not used for consumption will be drained." I continued in a stronger voice as the elevators opens to the secluded house. "If all goes well, the third stage will be humans, the sick the elderly. Anyone of no importance, value, or potential." I stopped in the living room, the large place feeling so cold and empty all of a sudden. I sighed, the heart that was built to be inside a killer aching as I thought of all the people who didn't need to die. All those kids who would be drained. It was a painful process. It was slow and you were aware the whole time as the energy was slowly sucked right out. He had tested it on a small bug. It had withered in agony as it was done.