The Wanderer: The Creation
The following is the first act of the creation of Kinata Heguta. It is a prologue to my hit " The Wanderer" and is in no way a spin off. The following includes graphic violence, gore, death, surgical procedures and disturbing depictions. If this does not tickle your fancy please divert your eyes. If you wish to make a complaint to not flood the comment section below with them, instead please mail me. The author is in no way liable for sadistic thoughts, nightmares, vomiting and/or sickness to stomach. Also the author can not be held accountable to the down fall of modern life due to a zombifying viral outbreak... or am I?!! dah dah dah daaaah!!! Please enjoy the first installment of the three part mini prologue of the origins of Kinata Heguta and the outbreak of the Secronom virus.
Signed, Grim Vedra "Happy hunting!"
The Wise Author
The Creation
_"Come my boy, I wish to show you something no one else but me and a few hand selected engineers have seen,"_A man dressed in all black, right down to his hair being jet black with only two white bangs jetting down from the top of his forehead. His placed a rather long, thin arm along the back of what seemed to be a thirteen-year-old boy. A single silver ring with a Celtic symbol sat upon his ring finger. The boy looked up and watched the man lead him towards a rather large building.
"Do not worry my boy... this is not the surprise I have in store for you," The man said softly while looking into the still innocent eyes of the child. They quickly made short work of traveling through the endless corridors and up into the top floor of buildings upright structure. There the boy's eyes widened as he took in the sight of a magnificent machine being built.
"This boy is the surprise. This will be all yours one day; you will take on my entire legacy and fulfill my dreams. My time in this world is nearly complete; I needed to find a suitable figure-head to run my company." The man exclaimed, bending down upon one knee, his eyes connecting that of the young boys. The mans eyes had a soft reassurance that almost spoke for themselves of trust and understanding; everyone that had ever known these eyes know that it is just a ruse, something made up as a disguise to lure those who are weak minded.
"My boy, I want you to run this company for me; do anything and everything you can to fulfill the world I have fought desperately to bring about. I want you to promise me that you will trust me until the end." The man said to the young child, filling his head with lies and corruption. The child stared back for seconds upon minutes, sitting very quiet drumming things around in his head. He smiled and looked back at the man and gave him a soft smile.
"I-I will... father. I swear by the power placed upon me, I will trust you and do all that can be done." The boy chirped away, giving the man what he wanted to hear most of all. The man slowly looked up away from the child's eyes and up to the two large black suited men coming up behind the boy, reaching out and placing their hands upon his shoulders. The boys looked up at the man, his eyes practically asking "What was happening?", at that moment the boy felt cold and unloved. The men began to drag the boy away, and out of the large construction site through two large lab security doors, the man trailing not far behind.
As they passed through the second door, two white coated lab personal appeared from the doorway of a medium-sized room. The room was titled "Biological Infection Treatment Extent" or B.I.T.E. for short. To the right of the room sat a metal plaque on the wall, with the name of the room inscribed into its materials forever more for all those to see. As the boy saw the title of the plaque he began to squirm, trying to break free of the hold the men had on him.
As the personal came nearer, the boy looked at the man, looking into his eyes for reassurance. Those eyes were nothing but lie's, forgeries used to lull unsuspecting people into their demise. All of those whom knew this man and his sinful look knew that he was merely a liar at heart, a hollow shell of a man who fed off the pain and suffering of others. He looked directly into the small boys eyes as a lone tear began to form under his lift eye, and slowly beginning to roll down the rough, stubbly skin of his face; knowing exactly that this one boy would be the end of him. Never once has he actually felt guilty for having giving order for such depraved acts of research.
He watched as the lab technicians wheeled the boy, (now having given up and accepted the fate) into the room and shut the door behind them; the locking mechanism shutting full to prevent any outbreaks. He could not even bare witness to the proceeding tests, the exact part he used to love so much. If he had not given the order their research would not be advance in any form, though humanity would have done very well without it. Instead the man turned away and walked away, cowering away instead of watching his mistake take form. He stepped out of the lab level and left through the large lab security doors to be sanitized.
Inside of the B.I.T.E. room...
The boy looked up towards the ceiling, looking at the many sprinklers attached to long copper pipes, though these sprinklers were not your ordinary run-of-the-mill fire sprinklers. No these were sanitization nozzles, they would reign down a highly flammable fuel-air mixture that would coat everything inside the room for easy containment, following a very unlikely contamination. He closed his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes as a mask was placed over his nose and mouth. A very sweet, inviting aroma wafted through his nasal passage and down his throat filling his lungs, sending him into a blissful sound slumber.
The sign of go ahead was at hand, the surgeon amongst the personal had already scrubbed up and had a fresh pair of white surgical gloves covering his hands. He proceeded to ask for the subjects shirt to be cut open and a scalpel to be placed within his hands. The nurse amongst them complied and handed the surgeon the sharp tool before slicing open the boys shirt with a pair of surgical scissors and setting each side dangling away from the chest area.
The doctor stepped up and slowly lowered his hands down to the boys chest, running the sharp tip of the scalpel along the center of the ribcage protecting the boys heart. Blood began to slowly spill out of the cut and dribble over the boys sides. The nurse proceeded to wipe away all blood and apply suction to remove any further build up of blood. Upon finishing the cut, the doctor asked for the rib spreader; being handed the sadistic device, the surgeon began to part the ribs of the boy and reveal his bloody chest cavity. His heart was still beating... properly and his breathing was normal.
The nurse went about wiping away the bullets of sweat from the surgeons forehead with a cotton wipe, removing any possible contaminations to the body. The surgeon removed his gloves and went about asking for the test serum, marked Secron 00X1. The man next to the nurse walked over to the wall, the very liquid paper white wall, and pressed softly against one small area, a panel pushed backwards and slid to the side, revealing a small dial pad. The man typed in a few of the strange symbols and a larger panel to the right side slid away, revealing to all in the room a single vial with a red fluid inside.
The man reached in and pulled forth the vial as the larger and smaller panels both recovered their contents. He approached the surgeon and held out the vial, the red liquid inside slaushing around within the confinements. The surgeon took in hand the small vial and proceeded to place it within the injection gun, a pistol converted into a more efficient, more mechanical version of a hypodermic needle.
He pressed it against the child's arm, pulling the trigger as the liquid inside slowly disappeared, only to begin its journey inside the boys veins. The effects quickly took into affect, the heart began to race as its colour began to become a dark soft glowing crimson. The rib spreader was then removed to further see if the mutation was stable. The ribs began to return to their original spot as the skin that had recently been surgically cut, slowly reformed and healed, leaving no scar or mark of any kind.
The nurse pressed her finger against the boys neck to catch a pulse, but to no avail, to them they had lost yet another subject, but in the reality of the situation the mutation had mimicked death and finalized its growth. Just as the personal were about to leave the room, the boy shot up from the gurney, breaking all of the straps with quite easy. The nurse screamed as she tried to open the door as six rotting purply greenish tentacles came ripping out of the boys chest; they ripped open the freshly healed skin, as blood began to pour out of the chest cavity and onto the gurney.
"D-Dear lord... but how in the-GAH!!!" The doctor stopped in midst of his sentence as two of the six rotting purply greenish tentacles that shot out from the boys chest jabbed through his chest and tore the man in half. The boys eyes shot open in a flash, revealing that the eye colour had become a dark crimson. The boy went about tearing apart every living soul with in confines of the room, splattering blood across the pure white walls and floor. Coating all of the equipment with the blood of the now lifeless bodies of the personal.
Four out of the six tentacles found their way into the spinal column of each victim, connecting to their nervous system and controlling them like puppets. The boy slowly stood up from the gurney and softly jumped to the floor with a soft clap of his bare feet hitting the floor.
The child was no longer in alive, and was also not dead, he lingered in between the state of life and death. The boy made his way stumbling a lot due to the complete lack of full control of his motor skills. As he stood before the mighty unbreakable metal door, a soft smirk came across his face revealing his now completely triangular yellowy teeth, with a very soft hint of rotting.
The child pulled back his arm the best he could and threw it towards the center of the door, crumbling and buckling it in the center before the immense power sent it shooting down the hall. As the boy stumbled aimlessly towards the security doors, the tentacles sprouting from his chest brought with him the four dead bodies of his very fist victims. Soft moaning coming from their mouth as both his mind and soul had been networked through their four bodies.
Upon making his way to the door, the two idle tentacle shot forth and sent all of the security doors flying, smacking into a engineer that was unlucky enough to be in their direct path. The engineers watched as the monster that used to be a harmless boy began reeking havoc within the large construction site atop the towering building structure.
All of the engineers began running for their lives towards the safety of the staircase. Only a few other engineers did not make it due to the fact of being crushed by flying objects being tossed around by the child. The man that had given the order in the first place, came out of the control box sitting atop the other side of the room.
"My my, look at what my little boy has become. You have just received the best gift of all, the gift of a purpose." The man said aloud in his raspy old voice.
The boy turned around taking with him the tentacles the shot out from his chest. Though he could not speak at the moment with his own mouth he could use his puppeteered personal as speakers.
"Thank.. you.. father.. for.. you.. have.. given.. me.. a... true.... Life!" Though he could speak using the dead bodies of his victims, the speech was not perfect and therefore very widely spaced between each word.
"Slumber my child. From this day forwards you are no longer Nero Xander, you are Kinata Heguta!" The man spoke proudly, as he walked towards his glorious creation.
"Thank.. you.. oh.. gracious.. father..." The boy spoke as the tentacle begin to wriggle from within the spinal column of his victims. They began feeding off the bodies of the personal as the boy began to grow and grow into a young man that looked to be around the age of twenty four. The bodies became shriveled and grey, all of the nutrients within the bodies had been sucked out and been used for rapid growth. Suddenly the tentacles shot back inside of the Kinata's chest, the skin around the hole sealing back up, and perfectly healed over, yet again not a single scar or mark to be seen. Kinata collapsed upon the floor, his eyes closing and returning to their original shade of blue.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep my child. Soon you will live out my ambitions and gain limitless power for your own doing."
End of Creation