Concequences and Forgiveness
Consequences...
By: Taiku M Altergrund
"The sun?" bellowed a powerful but warped voice. "It is something I had almost forgotten." Speaking again as he extended his arm into the beam of light. The extension was thicker than a tire and was riddled with horrific growths and mutations. Speaking again upon noticing the woman in staring at him with apprehension, "So have you come here to mock me? Ridicule me for my faults and crimes? Or perhaps you are here to listen to the tail of a man who was consumed by hated and lost his soul because of it?" He spoke leaning forward and showing his face. It was a horrifying mixture of animal parts fused together. Of the 'recognizable' portions were lizards, wolf, insect, and falcon. "How I miss the times when I could be in the sunlight all day, and simply bathe in the warmth along with joy it brings. But those are long gone. So, why are you here?" as he finished his little speech.
"I am here to listen to your story", said a young vixen no more than 18 years of age, "and to help you come to terms with yourself. By chance, what is your name?"
"Oh, do forgive me. I must have forgotten my manners in these 26 years I have been here. My name is Albert, Albert Mortigan. Do for give my presumptuousness, but why would you want to hear my story of shame, inner weakness, hate, and murder?"
"Because," the vixen replied, "my grandmother was one of your victims. My name is Victoria Lindgren. I am here to give you absolution for my grandmother's wrongful death all those years ago."
Albert spoke once more, but with a kind of ambivalent character in his voice, "Now why would anyone as lovely and young as yourself, seek to have any sort of forgiveness for the 'monster' that killed her grandmother?"
"Because, if no one else will forgive you then how can you forgive yourself," And with that Albert's gave a sigh and began his story.
Twenty-Eight years ago Albert was a nerdy young guy, about 5' 7" 125 lbs. A male iguana with no physical power to speak of. He loved to lay in the park reading any book he could find and eating vegetables. He was, however, bullied and tormented forever. The only peace he got was when he was at work. He was a biogenesis. His specialty was gene manipulation and treatment, and on more than one occasion, he had been asked to do splicing experiments by the government.
Now Albert was a virtuous person and being so he refused, but recently the government had been getting more and more persistent. So Albert sat down with them and told them, "Look I am never going to do spicing. The consequences, not only to the body, but also the mind are astronomical. The best-case scenario they go feral, worst case they become a walking contagion capable of wiping out all of society. Most likely case, they die." But the government officials did not bother with Albert's warming, all those wolves cared about was their Super Solider program. They told Albert that he had no choice at this point and that, by federal odder, he would begin research or have his site shut down permanently.
For the next few months, Albert worked diligently on ways to inject 'nonfurry' animals with DNA other animals, for the most part, it worked until the process would go berserk. When the genetic changes went berserk it usually entails membranes tumors and sudden burst of the circulatory system causing the victim to bleed from every opening or pore.
Aproximately nine months into the testing, however, one subject survived. It was a spider that was infused with falcon DNA. After several tests, Albert discovered that the genes that were required to survive the process. About one week later a deputy arrived. He was tall 6' 11" and around 225 pounds of hulking flesh. He was a komodo dragon, with bright red eyes, and hair as rich in color as the gold it appeared to be made of. "So where is the surviving specimen?" he asked in a commanding voice.
Albert replied, "Right this way. I was most intrigued to find that the subject was not dead It appears as though only a select few specimen of each species possess a malleable enough genetic structure to be spliced in the first place. This was one of those specimens."
"Excellent, so do you feel that if we presented you 'furry' specimens meeting these same criteria you would be able to replicate these results?"
"Not quite yet sir. I still l have to see whether or not this was a fluke. That alone is three more months of rese..." but before he could finish his sentence, the Komodo dragon interrupted him.
"Begin testing on 'furries' immediately or your lab will be shut down. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, sir. But the risks are still astronomical. I only have reference on spider malleability and calculations to translate that have yet to be written up. Any one you submit is at a 97.3% chance to die, minimum. Or if they don't die, they would become feral."
"That is a risk I am authorized to take." As those words left the dragon's lips Albert's face washed out paler than an albino's coat. They arrived at the specimen lab shortly thereafter; to find that the spider was still alive but it has grown 37% more 'muscular' over the course of the week. "This is interesting. The spider has grown physically thicker. This was not in your notes."
"Yes, I was about to tell you that the process when successful maximizes the subjects capabilities to the proportional maximum of all species present. The process, to be exact, selects the best scaling values of a particular and applies it to the subject at the highest possible level of performance."
"Begin testing I have seen all that I need to. If 1 in 1000 survives with their minds intact, it will be worth it." And with that the dragon left the premises.
Six weeks down the road, Albert has subjected 200 applicants to the program, and only 1 of them had the exact genetics to survive the process, and even then he became a wild beast. He was subsequently shot to death and incinerated. Several others were administered the program despite their incompatibility and died shortly thereafter due to the process going berserk.
Exhausted and depressed over the event, Albert began missing sleep to make the program more consistent for the applicants because he loved his lab so much. But in doing so he began to lose his sanity due to the lack of sleep. On the last day, he was a free furry, he had a vial filled with 63 different genes sets. All of which were requested by the Komodo dragon who had visited the previous day. They were to be given to his son, who had matched the compatibility test thoroughly. But before Albert was to administer the serum in to the boy, a thought crossed his mind. In each of the subjects that passed testing, different genetic codes almost identical to his were there. Three doors away, he thought about ending it because he had become that which he hated most, a military pawn. Two doors left, and he contemplated injecting himself to end his life. Because with him dead, the research died too. The final door to the chamber, the moment of truth, and with the sound of a hissing injector Albert injected himself with the serum.
The serum he had injected himself with contained ant, falcon, Komodo dragon, Black Mamba, Blood Hound, Shark, Horse, and many more samples of DNA. Albert could only feel the raw power coursing through him. It felt so right, intense, fiery, primal. He began to sweat as his body temperature rose and his blood pressure sky rocketed. His clothes began to tear as he grew tall and taller. His muscles began to develop slowly at first, but began growing faster and faster. Alber was finally tall, standing at six feet eight inches. Albert's biceps had grown to 26 inches by now. His underpants were barely containing his massive waste and unmentionables. His eyes and vision were sharpening, becoming clearer, better, and stronger. Heart racing, chest swelling, abdominals shredding. Every part of him was mutating and growing larger, stronger, more efficient, and best of all unbreakable. His scales became hard as rocks, and his back grew magnificent wings the likes of which had never been seen. The nurses rushed out when they heard the commotion only to see this monstrous change occurring. Many of them were sickened and began to vomit.
They attempted to suppress Albert, but to no avail. He had grown extremely quickly and was still growing. All Albert could think about was how much power he had. Seven feet tall, and muscles becoming denser and more defined by the second. He stormed out of the facility and into the town. By the time he reached town square, the development had finally halted. He stood a towering 8 feet 7 inches tall, and every muscle of his body was surging forward with each motion. They were so defined and shredded, it made shredded cheese look complete, and so vascular you would swear he had plumbing for veins. Albert paused briefly and flexed as hard as possible. And with each flex he felt his body become stronger and stronger, as if reacting to his lust for power. More and more he grew stronger, but his skin and face were horrifying and deformed from the effects of the other animal DNA taking precedent in intricately blended patches. Albert did not care one bit about how he looked, all he cared about was getting his revenge on those who had tormented him.
His rampage of vengeance was not as unintelligent as irrational and savage murder. It was focused, and while over a dozen people did die, only one innocent was killed. One Tilda Olivia Lindgren was killed by the falling debris. She was the last to die that day. Seeing her face horrified and sickened was enough to overcome Albert's wrath. He dropped to his kneed and surrendered but of all the officials who had seen this happen only one wanted him alive. That man was the head of the federal Super Solider
Program. "You will be detained for the rest of your unnatural life in a facility of my choosing? Death will not come to until you die of old age. We now see why this program must be scrapped. We regret that this happened to you."
"There," Albert said to victoria, his story now finished. "That is how I became this monstrosity. Your grandmother died in the debris that fell from a building that I crushed with my bare hands. Ever since that day I have wallowed in the woes of my sins, praying for forgiveness from for what I had done someone like you."
"You know the only reason you are still here is because you got sentenced to thirteen consecutive life terms in jail. The fact of the matter is, is that three years after the incident the officials who hired you were murdered by the families who lost sons and daughters to your science. At the courts ruled that you were free to go when you standard legal time was up." Victorai said. Continuing, "I forgave you when I heard the reasons behind it. But you must stay here for your safety. There are still people who seek you dead." And with that she left.
"Sun? Perhaps one day when I am 654 years old I will get to breath the fresh air again. But I guess that is a long ways way. "And with that Albert in the sliver of light that came into his cell. [And rested peacefully for the first time in 28 years. But he knew he was not yet forgiven. That in the years to come, others would come, and to ridicule him. So he waits to this day waits for the time when he will be forgiven by those who he had wronged; hoping that his repentance and mistakes would not be repeated.
THE END