Humanized (trade...sorta)
#6 of stories
I feel terrible now...
Before you read, I really don't like how this ended up, and I kinda feel bad that I actually said this was writing and that this was my half of a trade...OH WELL, FUCK THE SYSTEM!
I suppose where I'm about to start is as good as any. It was a great tale, one for the books many had said. It got a bit hectic during the run of it, but in the end, I was happy. I should probably start with my name. I was once a man named John Reding. It began at a young age, I was fascinated by the thought of creatures known as Humans. They were lore, fantasy, myth, people knew they existed in history but they didn't know when or how. I lived right next to a library, not a normal library, mind you, one that specialized in lore and the such. I suppose that's what fueled my desire with the skinned things. After roughly 12 years of constant studying of humans people thought me mad. Not mad as in angry, mad as in crazy. I obsessed over them. It grew to be so much of a problem that my family pooled in a large sum of cash to ship me off to a "boarding school" which was simply another word for "mental institution". There were orderlies, doctors, nurses, daily tests. The tests were the worst. If I wasn't crazy going in, I was definitely crazy coming out. Constant surveillance can do that to a person.
After I got out (Escaped is a better word) I traveled to a city. Back then it wasn't a city of skyscrapers or cities in the sky, it was a technological city, one that had walking machines powered only by coal! It was amazing! Getting off track, now where was I? Oh yes, what I did when I got out of the hospital. I found someone of questionable mental status, but someone who shared my fascination, someone who was willing to risk everything for it. So we started working. We worked day in and out, barely sleeping, barely eating, and barely drinking. We survived without living. I think now would be a time to slow it down a bit, to how what happened over the course of a few weeks that caused my life to change forever.
"Pass the NXC17 James." I asked annoyed, he had a way of causing me to get worked up over the simplest things...maybe it was his forever-nonchalant attitude to everything. "Hold on just a second!" he yells back at me, YELLS, like he owns me, or like he expects me to instantly comply, if he thinks like that than I'll have to give him a big enough hit that he'll think twice before talking to me like that. "Pass. The. N. X. 17. James." I say once more, making sure to stress each word. After the second time I asked he finally hands over the jar of mush we created months before. It was mostly water, mixed with some lye, and with a dash of chlorine. It was deadly, we knew it, but we used it almost every single day. We were also running out, however we didn't want to make any more of it. It had...explosive characteristics. One wrong chemical or one wrong amount would be devastating. You know what he does after I'm done with the mixing of my current experiment? He asks me if I like him. "What do you mean 'like'? Do you mean love? Or do you mean as a friend?" He just looks down, blushing. I had my answer. "If its love," I say kindly, trying not to break whatever sane he had left, "Then I simply have no time for a relationship, surely you of all people understand. This project is the most important thing in all of existence!" Now when I look back, it seems delusional to think it was the biggest thing ever created. "Right...right..." he says quietly, still looking down, that's when I noticed them. Tears were dripping slowly to the ground. He truly loved me. "You know, not everything is about this stupid experiment. And frankly I can't see why you want to continue on with it, even when you know there's a huge chance that you'll die if you test it on yourself." "I know this, I've run simulations of it. I'm not an idiot." "You're far from it, I am though. For ever thinking you could love me, or anything other than the HUMANS, you're obsess-" I cut him off, with a stolen kiss. Back then it was to get him to shut up, he was completely right, I simply didn't care about anything other than the human. After he pulled from the kiss, dazed, startled, confused, I started singing softly. The song was "First kiss, by Alexander Rybak". It was a song of beauty. "Deep in your heart there's a small hidden room. And you know that I hold the key. The feeling is pure, and I felt the warmth of your lips, though the time will go on, and the seasons will change I'll always think back on our kiss." I whispered everything. I didn't love him, nor did I want to. I simply had no time for love, no time for anything connected to love. He just smiled, thinking I meant it all. Over the next few days I had almost perfected the serum. It was supposed to cause a full transformation from fur, to skin. From wolf, to human. I started my will at the moment the simulation showed 62% survival chance. "To whomever it may concern, I leave everything I own to charity, give it away, I'll have no use for any of the junk and neither will anybody else. Leave my journal to James, he deserves it after I've led him on for so long. If the serum works, give it to hospitals, give it to scientists, they can perfect it even more. I don't want any money, I don't have any need for it. Also, when I day, I want someone to sing "the parting glass", someone who sings well, not someone who sings like they smoke 9 packs a day"
After that I set down my pen and got prepared to test the serum the only way that would show if it worked. On myself. I kept a journal of everything that happened starting with the exact moment I injected it into my bloodstream.
Day One,
Injection worked, and after 3 hours have passed no major side effects have been observed...
Day Two,
I'm feeling a bit different, dizzy is a good word for it. Tonight I promised to Make Love to James. If I only have a while longer here I may as well make him feel good, and enjoy the benefets while I'm at it.
Day Three,
I'm sick. I've been throwing up all morning. The only change I've noted that may be because of the injection is loss of fur on my paws and feet.
Day Four,
I've begun hallucinating, I'm almost entirely sure of it. James isn't around much anymore. Maybe I was too rough last week...or was it only a few hours ago...it may have been last month for all I know. My sense of time and distance is all but gone. Fur is gone from my chest. It's falling out in clumps, pawfulls of it, or would it be handfuls now?
Day Five,
I've developed Hemophilia. I got a paper cut and in the last 5 hours it hasn't stopped bleeding. It may not be bleeding quickly, but if it continues eventually I will die from blood loss. Fur is almost entirely gone from my body now. I look hideous. James is the only person who still talks to me, but I think that even he realizes I went too far.
Day Six,
I'm going blind as well as deaf. Everything is blurry and muffled, even when James yells I can barely hear him. The fur is completely gone now. And it's smoothed out. My claws have disappeared and my bones are shifting. It's painful but it'll be worth it, when this all buffers out.
Day Seven,
I'm being forced to write this to inform the readers of this journal that John is no longer a fur. Or a human... I'll miss him, but I have one final task to do for him...
That entry was what finally broke me, I regretted it all and wished I could take it ALL back. But he did keep to my will and got someone to sing at my funeral which happened two days after my untimely yet entirely timely death. Ed Sheeran.
Of all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company. And all the harm that e'er I've done, Alas! it was to none but me. And all I've done for want of wit To mem'ry now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had, They are sorry for my going away, And all the sweethearts that e'er I had, They would wish me one more day to stay, But since it falls unto my lot, That I should rise and you should not, I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, Good night and joy be with you all.
A man may drink and not be drunk, A man may fight and not be slain, A man may court a pretty girl, And perhaps be welcome back again. But since it has so ought to be, By a time to rise and a time to fall, Come fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all. Good night and joy be with you all.
"I'm sorry to all those who knew John, He was an amazing friend, and even though we were only lovers for a short while. He will forever be known." Those were the final words I personally heard from James. However, a week later I was written about in every single major news and science broadcasting network, magazine, and newspaper all over the country. I also held the title of most controversial scientific discovery for about a year. Every story must end though. Including mine. It's time for me to stop observing finally, and move on to whatever it is that comes after this. I suppose you could say I'm to view the parting glass. Goodbye James. And goodbye to whomever may be reading my recap of my story, thank you for reading, you've given the story meaning.
PLEASE DON'T HATE ME NOW THAT YOU'VE READ THAT MONSTROSITY! T^T