[New chapter, a new hope. I wanted to explore my writing some more. I tried to edit myself and with help of my RL best friend and editor I managed to do it but with horribly dated release. I planned to release this chapter back in November but I was lazy, did not write anything new, my imagination did not flow pure so I thought of using some time to recharge my batteries. I hope I did not lose you with my selfishness, again enjoy this and I hope I still have you at the end of it.
ALL questions please leave them in comments or email me. I'll try to respond to everyone.]
I was standing in front of the HUD, damage lined across its corners, pictures that played showed few scenes that the man tried to describe while they were happening. A person in morphing process, a violent act that left no one in the room without any emotion. Fear was a large part of it, I was feeling it every minute that I was looking at the screen, being a man, and feeling what I have felt in the past, I could only presume what girls were thinking.
I was not clairvoyant. God, no human was, but fear was something that very few people could mask when it hit them as it did us, in the end we weren't accustomed to these scenes. Where there was once flesh, now mossy substance slowly replaced its place on the man's body. The screams echoed. The scientist on the film showed no emotion, no fear, he was methodical, scientific, a man with a mission that only he knew the value of. Every piece of mossy skin, once removed by the scientist's hands, would elicit even more screams from the bed ridden man. Straps that were all around his body now contorted around his flesh while he screamed his lungs in the air.
Meanwhile the man holding this moss slowly proceeded to bring it to his eye and study it with unwavering attentiveness. Sounds that brought chills to our hearts weren't phasing him in the slightest.
"Purpose of this moss seems like new tissue has grown on the surface on his skin. I can see that he can feel every probe of my scalpel. The DNA shown on the picture seems to belong to the man but now is rapidly changing even when just few moments had passed since I injected him with the concoction."
Cold chasm that seemingly never ended as screams cuddled up to us, a vapid sense of security evaporated in seemingly never ending stream, was it ever with us, as a companion or as an illusionary friend that seemed to give in to our fear of the unknown. We wanted to feel secure, but in this case it was strangely absent.
The scientist on the screen was now showing several medical trays of skin in different colors. As he went on and on liberating the subjugated man on the stretcher of his own skin, the skin, or moss in this case was getting darker and darker. As minutes went by, the scalpel in his hand never seemed to stop. Each cut, nip and tuck usually accompanied by the man's screams, after a while the screams stopped entirely.
The subjugated man was now blank canvas that did not give any response to the ongoing probing of the white clothed scientist that was so easily walking around and doing all of this unashamed, absent emotionally and physically from the deed that he was doing. Right or wrong. He was a subject to his whim, to his carnal desires that were looking more like a god that took care of his business, he made sure to approach the gurney every time he wanted a sample of his flesh. Eerie silence was enveloping the room, both on screen and in the present where we were staying, I was hoping, pleading that something happens. I was left alone with my thoughts and I found it was probing my psyche to the areas I rather not visit.
Video went on, probing continued, samples were taken, as minutes went by the eerie feeling became fear, as the man on the gurney became darker, the fear itself was something primal, and what was I afraid of? I was unsure since everything seemed normal about the subject. Girls on my left and right started shivering, if it was for the same reason as me I was unsure, but I could see it on their faces that it unnerved them in many ways. I was probably getting the same reaction to them as I watched the subject on the gurney getting less and less human. Even though his shape was still that of humanoid form we all remembered, now he was just oozing bad vibes, as people would call them. The silence was deafening. The only noises that came from the video was functions that scientist made.
Gasps here and there mostly coming from him discovering new things about the skin that he pried from the dominated man.
"This is outstanding. The level of symbiosis his cells now have is....well with one word magnificent. Every sample further down the line has more than previous one. Cells no longer seem human, this is entirely amazing, lycra type of skin that frogs and toads have, protects from disease and injuries."
As he continued talking he brought a vial of liquid to one of the skins that was on the tray.
"Fascinating, it would seem that his skin is slowly becoming water permeable. The further down the line I go with the test skins it's evident that his condition has changed greatly. Samples seem to have discoloration as time passes by, I'm uncertain if this will persist but if it does my science senses are getting increasingly stimulated by the prospect of what may have become of this man. I can theorize, postulate but whatever I had previously imagined it would become from injecting this tonic, the few hours I spent here with this man have been quite enriching in my search. Every vision I had has been cut down and replaced by this reality we are in now."
A long pause between gasps while scientist probed the skin in detail. No sound came from him and the picture started to fade to black.
As sudden as the video ended it came back immediately with the scientist worriedly searching for something on his table.
"The changes are just too drastic. I keep...No scratch that. I want to see the end of his...its evolution, but it has no end. IT shows no beginning. What will become in the end? Have I made a mistake?"
Several moments spent in daze looking at the camera like it was this unknown thing right in front of his face. But for some reason he smiled and started to write something on a piece of paper.
"I have no idea how this will end, but for time being I will go forth like many scientists before me. They treaded into the unknown, they gave their lives for the greater good, the knowledge we all share today was thanks to those brave souls that never wavered. They left touches so profound on the surrounding world that it echoes through time and space. I want to be a part of that. Forever etched in time."
The video again faded to black.
