Raising the Dead, in Spite of the Natural Order: A Cautionary Tale
Chapter 11
After taking advantage of my temporary freedom, in getting something proper to eat and a bath, I return my attention to Eve. I make sure to further sedate her, in case the drugs have worn off in the meantime. There is the brief worry that I might give her too much, but then I remember I am the unrivaled mistress of life and death. So it's not like accidentally killing her is going to be a permanent setback. Probably. Unless I have to reanimate her and she's lost her memory and she can't get Eli and Iga out of their captivity. It's unlikely I'd kill her by accident anyways. She's quite a robust specimen.
I do get a chance to dig through my old experiments, to see if anything will be particularly helpful. And that won't get me into too much of an argument with Eli. Or just generally make things worse. It's fairly slim pickings when it comes to usefulness, despite the variety of technology. Most of these were discarded because they weren't overly useful in the first place.
I finally do start to put together a plan. I briefly consider running it by Eli and Iga, but think better of it. I can't really speak to Iga in private with that whore in the room, and Eli will probably try to start the aforementioned argument. Besides, I'm the genius here, I don't really need outside opinions on how to proceed.
Everything decided, I return to Eve and prep her to get to work. I make up my mind that this is going to be the last time I alter her, under duress or otherwise. It's a bit sad, in that respect. She is an amazing creation, despite, you know, everything else about her. So if I'm not going to get another chance, I might as well do my best and make this count.
I'll also be including my little surprise.
Most of it is pretty straightforward things she requested. Bigger tits, bigger ass, wider hips, pouty-er lips. She wanted me to remove her gag reflex, and I tried to explain that's not so much a physical thing that I can just remove, and even if I could, that's not a great idea. Arguing with her is still like talking to a brick wall, but it's getting better. I dare say she's almost developing social skills and a personality. Kind of. Still nothing that would make her a socially functioning human being. I do my best to make her throat wider so that she can avoid gagging. Not sure if that'll work.
Then there's the weird one that has me worried. The extra set of arms. She says she needs them to help hold and position Eli for sex. Or any of the rest of us. I do, again, try to explain that not only am I not sure if this will work, but that it may actually make her less physically attractive to Eli. There's no way around it, this one is gonna freak him the fuck out, but I try to communicate that more diplomatically. I'm about as successful as you'd assume.
I also don't know, at first, exactly how I'm going to implement that. There's not really a routine way to add extra arms to the human body. At first I try to add a second set of shoulder blades below the first, but I can't figure out how to map the muscles in a way that they won't interfere with her regular arms, or handle the stress of picking up a grown man with them and not tear the musculature. I finally settle on essentially making a second ball and socket joint in the original shoulder blade, by fusing two shoulder blades together. It takes some doing, and I kind of start to wish I could get Eli down here to help me. I'm a master surgeon, but he's better with the... well, it's basically carpentry. I manage however, and after a few mis-cuts, a lot of swearing, and the use of more gorilla glue than I'd like to admit, I have something respectable put together.
After that, attaching the nerves and muscles in place and patching her up seems like child's play. Admittedly, my childhood was very strange. I barely pause between this and administering my plan, which is simple by comparison. It's when I finally stop and almost collapse that I realize how long I've been at this. I don't even know what time it is. It's dark out, but I think it was dark out when I started. It was definitely light at one point during all this.
Eli and Iga need to eat, they're stuck in their respective cages. -I- need to eat. Eli has access to the master bathroom, but was there even a toilet in the cell? My thoughts race a bit, and I make the mistake of sitting down while I try to catch them, and I'm completely out within a minute.
Eve is not on the slab where I left her when I wake up. I had hoped to at least get a look at some of those stitches before she got up and moving around, but she's ultimately going to do whatever the hell she wants, anyways.
Figuring that she'd go the first place I would, I head up to the bedroom, but no one answers my knocks. I don't she's taken Eli anywhere, since she'd have to remove the Homing Hornet Holocaust Hive Chamber to do so, so he must be sleeping. I briefly consider knocking louder, but I think he could use his rest, honestly.
When I get down to the cell in the basement, she isn't there either. Anyone's guess where she is and what she's doing, but her absence does at least let me update Iga on the plan.
"Where the hell have you been?" she launches right into complaining.
"Obviously, I had to perform Eve's upgrades," I tell her what she already knows.
"That was almost two days ago, Victoria!"
"Sometimes these things take time, if you're going to do them right, Iga," I snap at her a little, she really should know to better respect the scientific process, "And also I fell asleep afterwards."
She gives me a stare that I'm not entirely in love with.
"Are you okay in here, at least?" I do feel a little guilty about leaving her to rot.
"Yeah, Eve did at least not leave us to starve. Her idea of feeding us is to give us a big block of cheddar, though," she says, "I don't even know where she got that, I don't remember us having that in the fridge."
I clear my throat, "It... didn't have any, like, star shaped spots on it, or smell like ozone, did it?"
"...No," she says slowly, narrowing her eyes.
"Okay, it was the control group then, you should be fine," I pause for a second, then lift up my hand, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"...Three," she again gives me that look that I'm not thrilled with.
"What-"
"It's unrelated. And like I said, control group, so that was just cheese," I explain, "But let me know if you start seeing any colors that you've never seen before."
"But look, Iga, I've got a plan," I say, "While she was under, I put an extra surprise among her enhancements."
"It's... not a bomb, is it?" she nitpicks.
"No," I roll my eyes, "It's an implosion device."
"That's a bomb, Vict-"
"Bombs are strictly explosives by definition, Iga!" I shout, clenching my eyes, "It's not a bomb!"
"Fine, fine," she waves her hand, "Not important. How does this help us?"
"It means we have leverage to control her," I apparently have to explain this, "Or at the very least, if we can get everyone free, we can safely implode her from a distance, and be done with it. It's as simple as a button press from..."
I reach into my pocket, "...my remote..." I continue to rifle through, coming up completely empty-handed, "Shit."
"What, you can't find it?" Iga asks.
"Obviously I can't find it, I'm looking for it and not finding it, Iga!" I snap.
"Well, where could you have left it?" she says, surprisingly patiently, which makes me feel a little bad for my tone, "Retrace your steps."
I sigh, disappointed, "I'm... I'm pretty sure it's in her."
Iga rubs the bridge of her nose, "Like, with the bomb?"
"It's not a bomb!" what is it with the lack of respect for terminology, lately?
"It's not important what it is!" she says, though I disagree, "The remote is basically right next to it?"
"...Yes," I sigh and look up to the ceiling.
"Where ins-"
"Uterus," I clarify, "Right in the baby-box."
"Huh," she says, and we sort of stand in silence for a minute.
"Sounds like that handsome boyfriend of yours is going to get imploded if he pounds her too hard," a bitchy voice pipes in.
Almost forget she was there. Iga and I slowly turn our heads towards her, almost in unison. If contempt could manifest physically, I'd be able to choke her with it. Not even the fact that she properly identified the implosion device would save her.
"Thank you. Noted," I tersely respond.
"She, uh, does kind of have a point, though," Iga turns back to me, "All that jostling from Eli's cock thrusting up into Eve's pussy, over and over, pushing so hard on her insides..."
I furrow my brow at her, and she takes the hint.
"...it could be a risk of activating the remote," Iga says, "Tell me there's at least some kind of safety feature, so that it doesn't go off too easily?"
"It's, um, kind of hard to press?" I shrug.
Iga looks nonplussed.
"Science is a process, Iga, you know that," I scowl, "Learning from our mistakes is how we improve."
"I'd like if those mistakes don't involve our boyfriend being compressed into a singularity or anything," she says.
"Don't be over dramatic, it's not a 'singularity', it's just a standard implosion. But, yeah. It would probably not be all that amazingly great for Eli if it went off while he was balls deep in Eve," I take a breath, then realize what she said, "What do you mean 'our'-"
"Not important right now, Victoria!" which is technically correct, but only just barely, "We have to stop her from riding him like a carousel!"
I bang my head against the bars, "But that's basically all she does!"
"All who does?" Eve is right behind me, because of course she is.
She's wearing a robe, thankfully, concealing the new... stuff. I don't have to explain everything just yet.
"They were just saying you ride her man enough to get saddle sores," the coroner opens her whore mouth. The 'whoreoner', if you will.
"That is not all I do," Eve still doesn't quite get jokes, really. A weakness, but not one I can think of any way to manipulate.
"I can see why you think that, though," she continues, "I find that I need very little sleep, so it must seem that I am having sex with Eli very regularly. Which I am. But I have more time in the day to dedicate to other pursuits as well, like going through your computer. You have a lot of fetishes."
"I do not! I'll have you know that's a perfectly normal amount. How would you even know what an abnormal amount is?" the nerve she has.
"I didn't imply it was your computer," she furrows her brow a little.
I choke back a snicker, "You meant Iga?"
"No, I meant you. I simply hadn't implied it before you got so defensive," she says, "You're very insecure for someone who's into some very-"
"Okay! Point made, Eve! What do you want?!" I probably should have taken her larynx out. Hindsight is 20/20.
"I'm going to have sex with Eli again," she throws out there. No shit, Eve.
"Okay...?" I'm a bit confused, "Why are you here, then?"
