NAIL POLISH

 

 

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Written by: “Gale Kepler”

 

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----- Nail Polish -----

-- Written by Gale Kepler

A guard was running through the dark corridors of a facility in some unknown location. He was responding to a call on his radio, all possible personnel were to assist as reinforcements to room S517, as a hostile situation was out of control.

The guard ran at a fast pace, in his hands he carried his routine weapon, a submachine gun, his finger near the trigger, waiting for the right moment to activate his weapon, his gaze fixed on his path. Finally, he led where the room was. He slowed down and approached the entrance, the door was lying on the ground, bent and scratched.

Keeping his cool under the pressure, he stepped forward and aimed his gun into the room, peering at it from the outside, where he had more than enough range to assess the situation. Inside there, dozens of his companions lay on the floor, most of them scattered in pieces, limbs such as arms and legs were numerous, some of these were even attached to the walls.

The rest of the companions had large wounds on their chests or heads, something had gone through them. The most unfortunate were those who had their intestines sticking out of their bodies, either by being cut or split in half. The guard was even able to recognize the poor guy who was embedded in the ceiling with his entrails hanging out, he was the new one, a guy who seemed nice. The blood was omnipresent.

Despite the gruesome scene was not what caught his attention, but that figure with his back seated, on a pile with the remains of several of his companions. "Hey, your hands where I can see them." He ordered firmly, putting his finger on the trigger, ready to fire if necessary.

The figure turned around, it was a teen girl, her hair was long and violet, her eyes were brown and her lips crimson red. Not just her lips, her entire mouth was stained with blood. Said girl, without getting up, turned to where the guard was and looked at him carefully. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP" he repeated to the girl.

She continued to stare at him for a moment, until she suddenly began to laugh. The guard didn't flinch, he had dealt with madmen before, but never in situations like these. However, he remembered his training. Always stay calm and think with a cool head. "HANDS UP" he ordered again.

The girl kept laughing "You seem very brave with your gun. They were brave too..." she said before starting laughing again. "You know..." she spoke again. "Being locked up in those cells... is quite uncomfortable and lonely" The guard continued without flinching, he noticed her attire, it wasn’t any that the staff or "those" wear, it was more usual clothing.

The girl wore a pink sleeveless sweater, a black skirt with pink dots, black tights and pink sneakers. An outfit that could be cute, except it had rips and holes everywhere. He looked more carefully, the girl seemed to have a black eye and several cuts on her face. She also had a nail polish brush in her right hand.

"Put your hands up or I'll shoot." Threatened the guard. “Oh, are you going to start too? You will ruin my favorite clothes even more.” the girl protested. “It was difficult to find them in this huge laboratory.” She said annoyed and paused to sigh. “It'll sound silly, but I wasn't going to try to escape in that ugly blue robe." The guard became more alert with that news.

It was none of his business what experiments the doctors down there performed, his job was to make sure to keep intruders out or "those" in. “Ripped clothes will be the least of your problems, put your hands up. NOW." Warned the guard. “It was the least of their problems, too.” The girl replied pointing to the corpses.

"By the way..." the girl looked at her left hand. “While your friends were trying to stop me, one threw a grenade at me. I felt the explosion, I crashed into the corridor’s roof and fell. I thought I was okay, but when I tried to get up, I didn't feel my arm.” She raised her left arm. It was more pallid that the rest of her body. "It was gone, it seems the explosion ripped it off or I don't know, I'm not sure how grenades work."

The girl touched her chin and looked at the ceiling for a second, remembering something. "I was so hungry. In revenge, after killing everyone, I searched for that wretch's body and devoured it" the girl giggled. "It tasted delicious, his meat was tender and blood, thick but sweet" the girl was smiling.

“With each bite, my arm regenerated, so I kept eating until it was back.” She moved her left arm, showing it with emotion. "I can move it without difficulty, my elbow and my fingers, everything moved smoothly, it’s like new." the girl continued to explain, ignoring her situation.

"It was perfect, except for one small detail" the girl showed her right hand. "It lacked its varnish." The guard didn't believe what he was hearing, but he didn't let his guard down. "I looked for my light blue nail polish, but at some point, I think it was when one attacked me with a knife, he broke it.”

The girl pointed to a pocket in her skirt that was torn and with light blue stains. "All the varnish spilled out, but I had to improvise. It would be weird to only use varnish on one hand." The girl looked at the sink where she was sitting. "I used their blood, yes a little weird and even gross, but I tried." the girl showed her left hand, showing off her crimson painted nails.

"It was not bad." The girl said, smiling. “Oh, by the way, my clothes…” the girl ran her hands over her outfit. "Believe it or not, my clothes weren't pink, they were white, when I realized it, they were already like that, I think it was because I got splashed while dealing with your friends. But…” The girl looked down at the ground for a moment before looking up at the guard.

"Do you think I look pretty?" She asked him in a shy tone. The guard was silent for a second. "I think so" He replied without taking his eyes off her or letting go of his weapon. “Really? Thank You." The girl answered blushing.

The girl stood up. "Just for that, I won't kill you." The guard gripped his gun tightly, his finger firmly on the trigger, ready to fire. The girl jumped back, clumps on the wall, her hand morphed, her fingers grew longer and thicker. The fingernails grew into sharp points that covered even the fingertips.

They were solid enough to allow the girl to cling to the wall, her free hand ripping off the heating grate. "Goodbye, Mr. Guard.” She said with a smile before getting into the ducts and quickly disappearing.

The guard's radio made a noise, but he didn't startle. “015, why didn't you neutralize subject 211814926? You are a coward." Demanded a feminine voice. "It may not be noticeable from the camera, ma’am. But here from the combat zone, I could see that she had several holes, our weapons are useless." He justified himself.

“You're an idiot…but…yes…you're right...” The woman on the radio seems to rethink the situation. “To save resources, it's better to let her reach the surface and let the government thugs deal with her." The woman had laid out her strategy. “Check if anyone survived, if so, finish them off. No witnesses or injuries." She ordered. "Received. Yes ma’am."

 

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