Horror Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Revival ❯ One-Shot

Somewhere in the hilltops, across a few streams, lies a seemingly abandoned building. However, the inside of the building was that of a laboratory. The main part consisted of tables, with what appeared to be one near the door. The one near the door was entirely metal, and had restraints and chains attached. A girl, who was of a small frame, was asleep on this table, her blonde hair overlapping the upper edge of the table. The young girl groggily opened her gray eyes to her naked self chained to a table. In panic, she tried to struggle free, but to no avail. A figure to one side was cackling. He seemed to be responsible for this. The girl panicked when she heard the cackling.

“Ahh… glad to see you're awake.” the figure said. “We've much to do, you know…”

“Wh-what do you want from me?” said the girl.

The stranger turned and approached the table. His decent body bent over and her tongue licked her neck in a creepy fashion. “Various things.” he said. “But the basic want is the same…” The girl suddenly got the idea. He wanted a female body. She immediately struggled again, but to no avail.

“No sense in struggling, dear.” the figure grinned, showing crooked teeth. “For I won't take more than a few minutes.” He grabbed a scalpel and approached the female again. This time, though, he made a small cut into each of her breasts, hearing her scream in pain. This only enticed him as he began to lick one wound slowly. The blood touched his tongue, allowing the man to groan in delight. He then licked the other wound, grabbing his pants in the process.

Looking down, the girl saw both the licking and the pants grabbing. “D-Don't tell me…” she said in panic.

“Don't need to tell you,” the man said, getting off the table. He then turned a wheel on the side, and soon, the woman was parallel to the ground. A pull of a lever lowered her slightly. The man grinned even more as he undid his pants. The female stared in horror at the trouser monster that was revealed. She struggled even more, wanting to be free. But the cuffs held her in place. There was no escape. The man climbed up on the table, on top of the woman. He grinned, positioning his wretched stick close to the virgin crotch. And then…

`AUGH! NOOOOOOO!” the girl screamed as the man began to violate her. He was thrusting aggressively into the woman, making sure that she was in pain. A bit of blood seeped from her due to the force of this man. To him, he was rather enjoying hearing the suffering of the girl. In fact, everything went well for him… up to the point where the door opened. Through the door, an older woman stood with a shotgun in one hand and a corpse in another. She was a bit skinny, coupled with a few wrinkles and some grayish black hair. Her blue eyes surveyed the scene. It took all of one glance to get the main idea. The woman tossed aside the corpse and fired upon the rapist. Instead of a spray of buckshot, a 12-gauge slug zoomed towards the man. His arm was hit right at the shoulder, and due to the short distance the slug traveled, was separated from his arm. Once he was off her daughter, the doctor unloaded all but one slug into his chest. Still in a fit of quiet rage, she fired the last shell at his head. Part of it was blown off, assuring the man's death. His corpse hit the ground, bleeding out the rather large holes. The doctor looked at the corpse. And then, a slight grin appeared on her face. She unchained her daughter, then put up the recently shot corpse onto the table.

“Go back to your room.” the doctor said. “I'll take it from here.” The little girl left for her room, hoping to get away from the scene. Meanwhile, the doctor began to work on the corpse. She took a cylindrical object from a box. The object had a hole in it, as if something fit into it. On the bottom of it was a lid that could be unscrewed. The doctor did indeed unscrew the lid, and with that, weird wirings were exposed. It was placed inside the flesh that once held the guy's arm, wires into the flesh. Some squishy sounds were heard as the cylinder fused itself with the flesh. Then, the doctor went to a covered table. She pulled it back, revealing a robotic arm and a module. Taking both in hand, she walked back to the table. The module was pushed into the man's exposed brain, supposedly replacing the part that was blown off. As for the arm, the doctor began attaching it to the previously placed cylindrical object. It fit without any force. Once that was done, she walked back to the table, pulling out a bit of metal and some weird bolts. Walking back to the corpse, she set them down and placed the metal over the exposed brain and module. The bolts were applied, and it seemed that she had successfully rebuilt a madman. The only thing that remained was the re-animation process. The doctor pulled a chain, and a platform descended on the other side of the table. It held a weird machine that seemed to be equipped with the following: an oxygen mask, needles attached to tubes, two jumper cables, and a jar labeled “reformer”. Without hesitation, she pulled the mask on the corpse. The various needles were stuck into various parts of the corpse. Both jumper cables were clamped onto his ears. Once all this was done, the doctor took the jar, opened it, and scooped out a handful of what seemed to be putty. She slathered it over the metal, letting some get onto the skin. In a few moments, the putty turned into skin and grew brown hair with the exact same coarseness and shagginess of the previous clump of hair. Then, the doctor flipped the power switch on the machine. The corpse shook from the impact of the electricity hitting his body. A mysterious liquid filled the tubes, entering the body. The oxygen mask kept a dark red gas within its barrier. The doctor looked at the corpse with intent. If things went perfectly, then the corpse would be reanimated. If not, then the corpse would either be brain dead, or would decompose instantly. As luck would have it, she saw something that made her laugh with excitement. As the body was shaking, the eyes flew open. The machine stopped filling the newly re-animated man with various things.

The doctor looked down at the man. “Wake up, you rapist.” she said. “Wake up, and smell your new life.”

He had no idea what had just happened. One minute his arm was blown off, and the next, he was on the table with tubing attached to him. “Wha… what's going on?” he asked in a slowly panicking way. “Who are you?!”

She smirked. “I'm your savior. Your new life giver. Now do you require my name?” she said in a serious tone.

“Yes, tell me who the fuck you are.” he replied.

“My name is Dr. Parinal Opulentier. And in my eyes, you better identify yourself.”

“Uh… well… my name's Snikel Hatespear.”

“Okay then. Tell me. What business do you have here?”

“W-Well… I was supposed to steal something…” he said. Then he looked down at the robotic arm. “… That something is this arm.”

Dr. Opulentier chuckled. “I should have known petty thieves were going to steal my work. But as you know firsthand, they have been… rather unfortunate.”

Snikel scratched his head. “So… you killed the thieves?” he asked.

“No, no… well, some of them. But the outcome remains the same. Would you care to see the outcomes?”

“Uh… sure… I don't have much to look forward to anyways.”

She carefully unchained Snikel. As he hopped off, she said, “And if you dare touch me, my daughter, or any of my experiments, I will not hesitate to kill you again.” Then they both walked towards a door labeled “Containment”. It was pushed open, letting both Dr. Opulentier and Snikel see walls lined with human-sized tubes. Each of the tubes contained abominations and mutants, horribly disfigured from their human state.

“As you can see…” she said. “I am a rather extensive researcher. These experiments are vital to me.”

“But… why?” he queried.

“It's all in the pursuit of science, dear Snikel. And in my field, I can afford to make do with humans. They are nature's real guinea pigs, in my eyes.”

He gave her a look of disgust before gasping in horror at one of the tubes. Snikel approached it, being careful not to touch it. Inside the tube, was a hybrid of a human and an octopus. It wasn't the tentacles that caught his eyes, but rather, the upper body. “That… that's my friend… he disappeared while trying to steal this arm…” he said in a low voice.

“You recognize him?” she said with a smirk. “Should have known better. After all, he made the fatal mishap of stealing in the daylight.”

He pointed at the doctor. “You sick, twisted bitch…” he muttered. “What in the fuck gives you the right to manipulate human bodies like that?!”

The doctor grinned. “Like I said, it's all in the pursuit of science.”

“This isn't science! It's… It's… It's like playing God!”

She gave a hearty laugh. “You haven't gotten the hint, have you?” she said. “My ways go with the fact that religion is nothing more than a bunch of bullshit. So you can say I play God. You can say that I have no right tampering with nature. And what will I say in the face of all these comments? I'll just say that I don't care. Because in reality, I truly don't care whether humans live naturally or not, as you can see by these experiments. I choose to alter nature. And I choose to pick what parts get altered. Like modifying a car, some parts might need a drastic change for the better.”

“… I'm getting the authorities on your ass, you monster.” he replied.

She aimed the shotgun at his head. “And I'll say that you were stealing and raping my daughter.” Dr. Opulentier said. “Because, after all, you are stealing my arm.”

“… Fuck. I didn't think of that.”

“And besides, who would believe a corpse anyways?”

He grumbled. “Okay, I won't tell a soul.” he said.

She grinned. “And that's good, because you're technically my newest project now.”

“What?”

She loaded a slug into the shotgun. “You're my property now.”

“… WHAT?!”

She grinned. “See, you have a couple of things that belong to me. And since they can't be taken out without killing you, I'll just make you my slave.”

“… What the fuck. I rape your daughter, and suddenly I'm your property. How in the fuck does that work out?!”

“… I'll get to that later. But now I am just curious. Why were you raping Jane?”

“Uh…”

The doctor pressed the gun barrel to his head. “I'm waiting…”

“Alright! It's because… I was getting desperate. I thought stealing and selling the arm would get me laid or something…”

“Oh.” She lowered the gun. “Still, you don't want to be tried for two things now…”

“Meh…” He then turned to leave, only to be stopped once he heard a shotgun getting cocked.

“And you think you can just waltz on out of here with classified equipment?” The doctor said, giving a laugh soon after. “God, you are an idiot.”

“Only because you blew part of my fucking head off!”

“Oh! And that reminds me…” she said, pulling out a remote. On it was a button labeled “Activate”, which she pressed. Immediately, Snikel clutched his head with his working arm, screaming in pain. The device in his head was plunging itself into the brain, trying to fuse with it. He fell to his knees, still in pain. Then, once the fusing was done, he could feel the robotic arm. It was as if he never lost his arm in the first place.

“Whoa… now… I AM the prized possession…” he said with a smirk.

“Indeed. And the best part of that is…” she said, plucking the arm from his body. Though it wasn't attached to him, he could still feel it as if it were.

“Holy shit, that is awesome!”

She chuckled. “And to think… you were calling me a sick, twisted bitch just before…”

“… Uh… I forgive you?” He chuckled. The arm walked around what space it had, then reattached itself to Snikel. The doctor grinned.

“Now… I've also made some alternate attachments… they are in a box in another room.” She left the containment area, allowing Snikel to follow. They walked through the main room, where the young girl from before stood. She was clothed now, fortunately, and was pretty paranoid. Luckily, she stitched her scalpel wounds up.

“Uh… mom?” she queried. “Why are you letting that monster follow you?”

She walked to her daughter, kissing her on the forehead. “Because of science, dear Jane. Because of science.” The doctor led Snikel to a closet. They both went in. As the doctor closed the door, the corpse saw the box. He approached it, and opened it. Inside, there was some attachments, as the doctor promised.

“Now… Would you like a brief rundown of the contents of the box?: she queried. “Because I can assuredly do so.”

Snikel thought for a moment. “You know… I think I'll pass on the rundown.” he said.

“Okay… now only one thing remains…”

“Wait.. Wha-” he said, before gettingg stuck with a syringe. It contained a sedative compound. After a little while, he fell to the ground. The doctor smirked. The activation button was brought out again, and this time, she pressed another button. Then, Opulentier put Snikel on top of the box, and pulled the box that was on wheels outside to what she assumed was her experiment's car.

The next morning, Snikel awoke to find that he was in his car, still soaked in blood from the gunshot wounds. He looked around and saw that the robotic arm was still there. “Huh… I guess I wasn't dreaming…” he said. Then, a manila envelope caught his eye. It was labeled “For Snikel”. He opened it and pulled out the following: the keys to his car, a wad of cash, and a letter. Once opened, the letter read, “Dear Mr. Hatespear, I am delighted to have worked on you… despite certain complications. Just remember that you must care for your arm. It is yours and yours alone. Also, if you wish, I will let you date my daughter. Here's hoping the arm and the attachments in the trunk will benefit you one day. Signed, Dr. Parinal Opulentier.”. He nodded, then exited his car to go to the trunk. Unlocking the trunk, he saw the attachments, as well as another note. “God damn notes… always looking inconspicuous.” he said, plucking it. It read, “P.S. You will be shot on sight if you dare try to steal from me again.”. He sighed, then closed the trunk. After looking at the building he came out of, Snikel turned back to the car. He hopped in, started it up, and drove off. From a window, Jane saw the corpse drive off. She sighed.

“Maybe… maybe we'll meet again…” she said, turning back to her bed.