Fan Fiction ❯ The Final Night ❯ How It Began ( Prologue )

Into the nights we would work, long hours passed us by, as the experiments would continue into the wee hours of the morning. Families were the last things on our minds, the Experiment was far more important than our family; with the conclusion of the genetic tampering, we wouldn't have to worry about working for the rest of our lives. If we could create the ultimate killing machine then we would be up to our heads in the money that the governments would be paying us to have one of these weapons for themselves. Just one would be able to take out an entire army, or so we would hope.

We had been hired to do this job by some secret service in a country whose name would go unsaid for reasons unknown to us. They said they needed the ultimate weapon, a monster that would feel nothing but the lust for the blood once they smelled it in the air, once it touched their tongue. It seemed unbelievable and almost impossible to our ears that they would want such a killing machine and such a thing would be hard to create. We had not gone so far into the study of science yet to create something like that.

But the years would pass as we tampered with the different methods of creation, without the use of birth and live subjects, only living cells. We would sit around a table with our third or fourth cup of coffee, discussing the perfect machine, debating on how it should look, what it would be like, and just how to create it in general. Deprivation of sleep and food would make us easily irritable towards one another and at times, we would be at each other's throats until someone who still had some sanity, left would stop us from ripping out anything vital to our own end.

Finally, I had come up with an idea after watching a film with one of my sons. With the idea in mind, I left my house as soon as possible and headed towards the lab where I called up my fellow workers and willed them to join me. After much time, we were all sitting around that familiar steel table with a glass of coffee or soda in hand, waiting for me to tell them what I had planned, how we would bring about the requested monster.

We would take the living cells of a velociraptor (the DNA had been recovered from a small laboratory in some foreign country, the name forgotten to me), a wild cat, and a bird of prey, and breed them together in the state of a cell. Many efforts had failed before we were finally able to accomplish this, nurture, and grow our monster. We decided that we would create no more until we were sure how the first monster would react during a combat situation, upon the field, and a life expectancy.

The first successful monster had been a female, as we soon figured out that the DNA we had used from the bird (which was a red tailed hawk) caused her to grow at an incredible rate and to a very high build. The wild cat had been an ocelot from the deepest jungles of the amazons so that we would have a creature built for the forests and the suburban forests around the world. She was a beautiful creature but very dangerous. A bipedal, able to walk upon both two feet and four, though it more dangerous upon four, there was an extra nerve in her brain that allowed her to control two large bat wings upon her shoulder wings. At birth, these wings were large and filled with leather, and she found a certain food that nurtured the wings and allowed her flight until she rejected the food from us sometime later. We noted that this stopped the wings' growth and the leathery skin flaps wilted and soon fell from the wings. She was incredibly built, and fast, often making sounds that could be noted from all three of the species. We did not know much about how she thought, but she was incredibly intelligent, and her agility was amazing. The life expectancy was unknown but we knew at the rates they grew.

One evening, we had received a call from our employers, demanding to know the status of the project and we told them that we would begin testing the combat abilities as soon as possible. The next day, we had brought the creature out into an open field to begin her test. A pack of lions that we had received would be the targets; though outnumbered, she destroyed them all within moments of being freed from her cage. However, we were unaware of the programming and the lust of blood in her, she turned on us and killed most us, and much to our efforts to stop her, she had fled.

Now, I stand in the cemetery with the others who had survived the attack, standing with the friends and families of those who died as we listen to the priest say the rights and prayers that go out to these brave men and women. We were unprepared for this; it had been two to three weeks since the attack and we knew nothing of the creature's whereabouts, constantly being hounded by the service for her escape. I stare off in silence, letting the mind record these thoughts and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of something strange, bright red, staring at me with malicious intent. Have I brought upon my own demise...?