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Fido's Origin Part 1

It is a Wednesday. A young boy gets off the bus in front of Sierra Middle School. There is nothing special about this boy. He is of average height for his age, his hair is a kind of tan-brown, and he has brown eyes. He is neither skinny, nor is he fat, nor is he muscular. He has no natural talents. His grades are solid C's. He doesn't excel in any aspects of his life. This is a boy who is as average as a boy can be. This boy has a name, but it will have no meaning in his life as his story progresses, the story of this average boy.

This was a day just like any other. The boy gets off of the bus. The boy goes to school, does his assignments, eats his lunch, talks with his friends and gets back on the bus to go home. Just like every other day. His life is like a fine tuned pocket watch. Nothing exciting ever happens, and there are never any adventures to be had.

The boy wished for an adventure.... SOMETHING that would make his life just a little more interesting. Little did he know that in just a few short weeks he would have more "interesting" than he could handle.

The boy's mother was a stay-at-home mom who always kept the house tidy. When she wasn't cleaning she like to sit down and read or watch a little TV. She much preferred her books over the television, but she couldn't deny that it was the better way to get news. She had no complaints about her life. She and her husband had decided when they first got married that she would stay home and keep the house in order and he would pursue the research that he had started when he was in college and she was working as a waitress in a diner.

On this day she was feeling much more sluggish than she usually did. She wondered if maybe she was coming down with something. On this day she just completely ignored all of her household duties and lay the day away in her bed. "Surely" she thought, "surely this is just some bug that I need to sleep off." and so she did.

The boy's father was a geneticist who had a passion for tampering with the natural order of things. On this day he was certain that he would make a breakthrough in his research where a wall had stymied him. He made his way into His lab and explored many possibilities and theories. None of them yielded any ground. On this day He requested that the administration permit him to start the human testing phase. He was sure that if he could see how what he came up with so far reacted to a living human, then his brain could map out a solution. He was ultimately turned down.

As a boy the father loved mixing things that didn't go together. He would have an ant farm and introduce two different kind of ants to see how they would interact, he was able to grow hybrid fruits at a very early age, and he did many other things that seemed unconventional at the time. He was branded early on in his life as a weirdo and a freak for his enthusiasm, but in reality it was his passion for going against nature that gave him his big break. You see, he was a genius. He had an unconventional way of thinking that made answers to problems pop into his head almost instantly. He could look at a broken lawn mower and in two minutes be able to tell the owner exactly what was wrong with it and what needed to be done to fix it. His scores were always top of the class. His parents even moved him up three grades, but the school work was never stimulating or challenging for him. He entered college at the bright, young age of sixteen, and had his master in genetics by the time he was nineteen. It was in his last year of college, when all of the professors were feeling bitter towards him and none of the students would get near to him, that he decided, for God only knows what reason, to go to a local diner. He had seen the place many times, but he had a strict diet that kept him in shape, and he told himself that he must never eat out. Yes he was in great shape, and he was actually rather handsome with a strong, chiseled jaw, huge, muscular arms and legs, and a massive chest that made him look like he was built from a tree. But, his personality led much to be desired.

He was a pig of a man if ever there was one. He had bedded many women with his looks alone. In fact, he was know as being a real player. "Love 'em and leave 'em." he said on more than one occasion. "This life is too short to deny yourself the pleasures of the flesh. After all, when we die we're going to be nothing, and what we do on this planet won't make the slightest difference to the universe. So why settle on pretense and go through the social rituals of acting as if we care for others. Life is a constant contest to see who can come out on top."

He was remembering this speech as he made his way to the diner. He was so sure that he was going to walk out of there with one maybe two girls on each arm. However when he opened the door he saw...an angel. That's the only thing she could have been, he thought, because there was no way that an average human could look so beautiful.

He sat down at his table and for every pass he made at her she shot him down. It was only when he said that if she would go out with him one time and then decide that she didn't like him, then he would never bother her again.

As fate would have it, she was actually able to empathize with him, and understand his pain of being a shunned genius. Because she was there he truly tried to chane himself for the better and was able to succeed. They wound up getting happily married, and they had a son in whom the mother instilled good moral values, and the father instilled critical and creative thinking.

After college the father got a grant to continue genetic research in a government facility which had every tool and machine he would need to achieve anything he could imagine. In the thirteen years that he was there he developed several cures to major illnesses. He was featured in science review magazines and published countless papers on the benefits that genetic research had to offer.

Everything seemed to be going well. His coworkers had learned how to cope with his style of thinking, he had ceased his boorish behavior and rants about the value, or lack there of, of life, and he had gotten to where he was truly happy. But the one thing that was giving him problems, like nothing else in his life, was the administration. He wanted to step up his gene splicing experiments to human trials, even though he knew that it was illegal. He was convinced that his research would create the next step in the evolutionary chain. Human-animal hybrids. It sounded crazy to most people, but to him it was perfectly sound. And since the administration wouldn't give him a human test subject, He decided that he would shoulder the burden of the next generation.

On this Wednesday. This average, ordinary day, after all of the other staff had gone home, he filled a syringe full of cultured animal DNA and jabbed it into himself. In his haste, however, he failed to notice that the syringe he grabbed had previously contained primate DNA. He had planned on using primate DNA anyway, but there were different kinds, and sadly the two were not matching samples. The mixture did not behave as he expected. It warped his mind. It burned his brain and made it so that he couldn't feel anything anymore. No sympathy, joy, anger, confusion, nothing. He realized instantly that experiment had turned him into a psychopath, but he was unable to care. He was unable to be afraid. The physical changes were merely and increase in body hair and nothing more.

"The only thing left to do now", he thought, "is see what went wrong and try again." He began thoroughly examining his own body, it had been his intention all along, but now his analytical brain had been kicked into overdrive because it didn't have to process emotions anymore. He quickly deduced what went wrong and just what had to be done to make the experiment a success. It would require, he realize, much more than a simple injection.

He wonders were he can get another test subject. His body, being used already, was no longer a viable option. He thought about it and arrived at the only logical conclusion. If he had survived the injection, the surely someone with the same blood as him could survive what needed to be done now.

For two weeks the boy's routine continues as normal. His father had come home on that day only for a moment and the he proceeded to say that he was on to something big at the lab and he would be there for the next few weeks. This had happened before so it didn't alarm the son. What alarmed him was that his father kept his face hidden the entire time he was in the house.

It had been exactly two weeks since his father had left to stay at the lab and as he is in the middle of one of his average classes completing an average assignment something unexpected happened. He was called to the principal's office. When he got there he was told that they had gotten a call from his father, and that his father wanted him to come by the lab today after school. The boy understood and returned to class. When he got out of class he got on the bus that went by the facility. He took his seat and after a while the bus was off. It dropped him off right at the front gate where another bus was waiting to take him inside the fence to the genetics lab. As he gets on the bus it pulled away from the gate. Once he was close to his father's building he started to smell something strange. He started coughing and his eyes started watering. He lost his balance and fell down then he heard the bus doors open. Shortly after he felt a rag get pressed to his face, and the world around him went dark.

Part 2

When the boy woke up he had to fight the pain in his eyes as the bright light that he was looking at shined down on him. He had a headache for some reason, and his lungs still hurt. He tried to move his arms so that he could rub his eyes. They were not only straining from the bright light, but they were also still burning a little. His muscles contracted, but his hands were stopped short. Looking side to side he then noticed that his hands were bound in leather cuffs. He started to shake his hands violently, desperate to slip his bindings, but it was no use.

He looked down at the rest of his body and realized that, save for his whitey tighties, he was completely naked. He squirmed against his bindings, but it wasn't just his arms that were bound. He had been cuffed at the ankles and had straps going across his chest, abdomen, thighs, and shins. 'Whats going on!' he thought, and as if to reply to his thought a voice rang out from outside his field of vision.

"Calm down, boy."

He knew that voice it was his father's he cried out, "Dad?! Where are you?! Help me please! I don't know what's going on! Get me out of here! Please!"

"I said calm down!" the voice answered, much more firmly and louder this time. The boy ceased his squirming and listened as his father's voice continued. "I need you to help me something." the voice said in an even tone. "You are the only one who I can trust this with. You are going to help me with my research in ways that no one else could."

The boy didn't understand. He knew that his father worked for the government, but he never knew what he actually did. He thought he just looked at stuff under a microscope or mixed chemicals all day. He had no idea how he could help his dad out. And he wasn't sure he wanted to at this rate. His head was still pounding from when he woke up and he thought he would share that. "My head really hurts."

"Of course it does." said the voice, purposely staying out of view of his subject. "That's what chloroform does when people wake up from it." He decided that they had talked long enough. He wheel a cart with many surgical tools over to the side of the table on which lay his son. Then he stepped into view.

The boy was horrified when he heard the word chloroform, he had seen many people on TV use it to make people go to sleep. 'So he did that to me? That's not right. He's my father.' he thought. He then heard squeaky wheels and the metallic clattering of thing bouncing off of a metal tray. He saw the cart as it was parked beside him, but he didn't have time for fear of the instruments to set in because immediately after the cart stopped his father stepped into view.

He still resembled the man that the young boy had grown up with, but now he was covered from head to toe in what looked like fur. His eyes had also changed from a clear green to a dull yellow, and the boy couldn't help but be afraid. The thing he saw standing before him, in his mind at least, could not have been his father.

"Now you see what my research does. It changes people; makes them better. It made me better. Now I can do what I have do to without worrying about the consequences. And you my son will reap the benefits. I am going to make you stronger than most people and I will give you many other things." he said. Then he walked over to a cage that the boy hadn't seen earlier and lifted the sheet off of it to reveal an adolescent Saint Bernard puppy. "I'm going to combine you with this creature." he said. Then he rushed back to the table and stuck his face very close to the boy's. "You will be my greatest achievement." His face contorted into a menacing smile and he picked up a scalpel. "Shall we begin?" he asked as he lay the blade on his sons stomach.

The pain was intense on a level that can't be described. The father had not used any anesthesia because he wanted to be sure that all of the reactions to pain and stimuli were working correctly during the procedure. It wasn't too long before the boy passed out from the pain, but each time he did he was brought back to keep witnessing the horrors that his father was committing upon his body.

For two days the the father worked nonstop, and at the end of the second he announced. "It is finished."

Part 3

After his father declaration, the boy felt himself be lifted and placed into a cage. The pain was excruciating. His entire body burned, and he was not even able to cry out for help. All he could do was make whimpering sounds. Hours before he had given up all hope of rescue. He was sure that this would be the day he died.

He was able to open one eye as his father started to cover the cage with a white sheet. The father, seeing this, said, "Good! You already have some control over your new muscles. I must say I didn't expect you to be able to do much more than breath for the first twenty-four hours. I would have to say that this was my most successful experiment yet. You did very well, son." with those words he covered the cage and the boy was no longer able to anything but steel bars and a white sheet. He was however able to hear as his father started to put things away. The clattering of tools didn't affect him at all. He had made his peace with death and waited for it to come for him.

The father, after praising his son's speedy recovery couldn't wait to show him to the administrators. He just knew that they would be head over heels at seeing what his research could actually do. He began putting his tools away and rolling the table to the side. When something he hadn't counted on happened. The lock to his lab beeped and the door swung open as his wife walked in.

She had been searching for her son since the morning after he hadn't come home from school. She looked in every place that she knew he would usually be if he wasn't home. She called his friend's parents to see if he had stayed over at one of their houses that night. They all said that he hadn't. She even tried calling the lab were her husband worked, but there was no answer. She couldn't have known that he silenced all of the phones so no one could interrupt his work. After exhausting all other options, and looking every place she could think of, she decided to go to her husband's lab and tell him, herself, that she couldn't find there son. When she arrived she had to be escorted by two security guards to the lab. Once they got to the door, one guard slid his card key and opened the door. She stepped inside expecting to see her husband standing there looking at a petri dish through a microscope. She had not expected to see all of the blood that was everywhere, and she certainly did not expect to see a man who was covered in fur wearing a lab coat. She screamed at the site. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Upon seeing he saw his wife walk in, one emotion flooded his mind. He hadn't felt anything while butchering his son earlier, but the sight of his wife standing in the door way, seeing him as he was, filled him with extreme rage. He had told her to never come here! His work was private! How dare she invade him in this way?! He then thought of how she would inform his administrators of what he had done, and he could not let that happen! It was his achievement and he was going to present it perfectly. He couldn't take the chance of her squealing and ruining his big surprise. He knew that she would have to die.

As soon as the mother screamed the father launched himself at her emitting a guttural, animalistic war cry. His arms were outstretched as he had planned to grab her by the throat and break her neck. It would have been simple for him. He still had his muscular body from before the experiment went wrong. He would snap her neck and then dispose of her in the incinerator, there would be no trace of her after that, and they would never be able to pin anything on him. That was his plan, but as he closed in on her one of the security guards pulled her out of the way and he and his partner opened fire on the beast that was charging them.

The shots were loud, the boy thought. He had heard his mother's scream, and for a fraction of a millisecond he was hopeful that he would be rescued, but then came his father's roar, and now the gunshots. He saw his father's silhouette as he charged, and when the bullets where fired he saw his father's body stop immediately and start convulsing as the bullets tore their way through it.

After everything had quieted down he could still hear his mother sobbing. He saw shadows of the two men walk over to the grey mound that he knew was his father. He heard one of the men say, "What is this thing?" and the other replied, "I don't know, but with the stuff they do around here I bet it was nothing good."

"Where's my son?"

The two men looked back at the women now sitting in a fetal position and sobbing into her knees. Their faces went dark as they turned and saw all of the blood on the floor and then looked at the table that the boy had been laying on.

"You, get her out of here. I'll see if I can find anything." one of the guards said to the other. "And get some help. This is gonna be real messy to clean up." The other guard nodded and went to help the woman up. He took her out of the room and the guard who stayed behind started searching around. The boy could here fabric flapping as it was lifted off of the empty cages around him. Then the figure came to stand in front of the cage he was in. He saw the fingers grab the sheet and then it was swiftly torn away.

"Whoa!" the guard shouted as he pointed his firearm at the cages contents. He had to hold himself back from firing a shot at the thing. Remembering that it was in a cage he lowered his weapon and took a closer look. What he saw looked exactly like an adolescent St. Bernard dog. It had blood all over it's fur and even the guards untrained eye could see the fresh incisions in it's skin. "What did they do to you?" he asked curiously. After seeing that the dog was unable to move by itself he reached inside and retrieved it, wrapping it in the sheet that he had just pulled off of the cage.

The now-dog whimpered slightly at the touch, but was relieved when he saw his father's body lying bloody on the floor. 'He won't be able to hurt anyone anymore. That's good.' he thought. He tried to talk. He wanted to the guard what had happened, but he could only make sounds, not words. The guard took him out of the lab and carried him down the hallway. He stopped in front of the boys mother and said, "The only thing I found was this dog. I'm sorry ma'am. I couldn't find your soon." The dog tried to move, but he still couldn't control many of his muscles, and what ones he could control caused him immense pain to use. He wanted desperately to call out to his mother. She was right there. He wanted to go home with her and forget that this ever happened. "Momma! I'm here! I'm right here! Look at me! Please! I want to go home! Please, Momma!" He kept screaming in his head, but no sounds came out. He could only look at her with his unblinking eyes.

"Please," She said. "Take that thing away from me." She was still crying, but she had no desire to look at anything that came out of that room. In her mind her son was dead. She had seen the name tag. She knew what that thing that the guards killed was. She had already decided that her husband had called for her son to come to the lab where he killed him and disposed of the body. 'Probably threw him in the incinerator.' she thought. She knew a little bit about how her husband's mind worked.

The guard took the dog away as she requested. At that moment something broke inside the dogs mind. After being tortured by his father, and now being thrown away by his mother, he just gave up on everything. He stopped making all noise, and lay perfectly still in the guards arms. The guard then stopped and put his hand in front of the dog's nose to make sure it was still breathing. It was. Once he confirmed this, he carried him out to where the buses meet and called someone he knew at an animal rescue center. It was enough for him to know that two things died because of what went on in that lab. He wasn't about to let a third die.

He may have just killed something, but he hated taking life. That thing in the lab was actually the first thing he had ever killed. He hated the way it made him feel. He promised himself that, if he could help it, he wouldn't let the admins get their hands on this dog. He watched as his friend pulled up at a spot where the fence opened up, and he ran over and handed the dog to him.

After the hand off the dog was taken to the shelter where he received medical and gained his strength back. The security guard was fired for losing the dog, but he never told the administration where he sent it. He went by the shelter at random times to check up on the dog. He watched as it regained it's strength and began walking and eating again. It was this kind security guard who gave the dog the name "Fido".

Several weeks after Fido had completely recovered, he escaped. He ran off into the wooded mountains that surrounded the area and was never again seen by the shelter workers.