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Written
by: “Gale
Kepler”
Distributed by “Irene Naridza”
IA PIC MADE BY: CHAT-GPT: https://chatgpt.com/
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A guard ran through the dark hallways of a facility
somewhere unknown. He was responding to a call on his radio; any available
personnel were to assist as backup in Room S517, where a hostile was causing
destruction.
The guard moved quickly, holding his standard-issue weapon
in his hands; a submachine gun. His finger hovered near the trigger, waiting
for the right moment, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
He finally reached the room. Slowing down, he approached the
entrance. The door lay on the floor, bent and scratched. Keeping calm under
pressure, he stepped forward and aimed his weapon inside, examining the scene
from a distance where he had a clear view.
Inside, dozens of his colleagues lay on the ground. Most of
them were scattered in pieces. Limbs like arms and legs were everywhere, some
even stuck to the walls. Others had large wounds in their chests or heads, as
if something had pierced straight through them. The most unfortunate were those
whose intestines spilled out, either from deep cuts or because their bodies had
been split in half.
The guard even recognized the poor guy embedded in the
ceiling with his insides hanging down; it was the new recruit, someone who had
seemed nice. Blood was everywhere. It wasn’t the gruesome scene that caught his
attention but the figure sitting with her back turned, perched atop a pile of
what remained of his comrades.
“Hey! Hands where I can see them!” he ordered firmly, finger
on the trigger, ready to fire. The figure turned. It was a girl. She had long
violet hair, brown eyes, and crimson-red lips. Her mouth was completely stained
with blood. Still seated, she turned toward the guard and stared at him.
“PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” he repeated. She kept looking at him for a moment… and then suddenly started laughing. The guard didn’t flinch. He had dealt with lunatics before but never in situations like this. Still, he remembered his training: stay calm, think clearly.
“HANDS UP!” he shouted again. She kept laughing. “You seem
very brave with that gun. They were too…” she said, before laughing again. “You
know…” she continued, “being locked up in those cells… It's pretty
uncomfortable. And lonely…” The guard remained still.
He studied her clothing. It wasn’t anything he had seen
staff or those they worked with wear. It looked like common clothes. She wore a
sleeveless pink sweater, a black skirt with pink dots, black tights, and red
sneakers. It could’ve been a cute outfit… if it weren’t for the tears and holes
all over it.
Looking closer, he noticed she had a black eye, several cuts
on her face and… a nail polish brush in her right hand. “PUT YOUR HANDS UP OR
I’LL SHOOT!” the guard threatened.
“Oh, cut it out! You’ll ruin my favorite outfit even more.” she complained.“It was hard to find it in this huge lab.” She sighed lightly before continuing. “It might sound silly, but I wasn’t going to escape wearing that ugly light-blue gown.” The guard became more alert upon hearing that.
The experiments conducted there were none of his concern.
His job was to keep intruders out and ‘them’ inside. “Ruined clothes will be
the least of your problems. Hands up. NOW!” he warned. “It was the least of
their problems too.” she said, pointing at the corpses.
“Oh, by the way…” she looked at her left hand. “While your
friends were trying to stop me, one of them threw a grenade at me. I felt the
explosion. I hit the ceiling and fell. I thought I was fine, but when I tried
to get up… I couldn’t feel my arm.” She raised her left arm. It had a paler
tone than the rest of her body.
“It was gone. I guess the explosion tore it off… or… I don’t
know, I’m not really sure how grenades work.” She tapped her chin and looked up
at the ceiling for a second, recalling something. “I was so hungry that, out of
revenge, after killing them all, I looked for that bastard grenadier’s body…
and I ate him.” She giggled. “He tasted delicious. His meat was tender… and his
blood, thick, but sweet.” She smiled.
“With every bite, my arm started regenerating… so I kept
eating until it grew back.” She waved her left arm excitedly. “I could move it
perfectly. My elbow, my fingers, everything is working. It is as good as new.” She
kept explaining, completely ignoring her situation.
“It was perfect… except for one small detail.” She showed
her right hand. “It didn’t have polish.” The guard couldn’t believe what he was
hearing, but he didn’t lower his weapon.
“I looked for my light-blue nail polish, but at some point…
maybe when they attacked me with a knife. It was broken.” She pointed to a torn
pocket on her skirt stained with light blue. “It all spilled out.” She looked
regretful. Then she glanced at the pile beneath her.
“I had to improvise. It’d be weird to have only one hand
painted, don’t you think?” She looked back at the guard. His distant gaze
revealed he was thinking about a thousand things at once instead of staying
focused. “So, I used their blood. Yeah… a bit weird and honestly, gross. But I
tried.” She raised her left hand showing her nails painted in crimson red. “It
didn’t turn out too bad.” She smiled.
“Oh, and about my clothes…” She ran her hands over her
outfit. “Believe it or not, they weren’t pink, they were white. By the time I
noticed, they already looked like this. I guess I got splashed during the
fight.” She looked down briefly… then back at him. “Do you think I look cute?”
she asked shyly as staring straight into his eyes.
The guard stayed silent for several long seconds. The girl
turned slightly, unsure if he was looking at her or something behind her. “Um…
hello?” she tried again. “…Yeah, I guess…” he finally replied. “You look cute.”
He straightened his gaze and tightened his grip on the weapon. “Really?” she
said, excited. “Thank you.” She blushed.
The girl stood up. “Just for that compliment, I won’t kill
you.” The guard tightened his grip, finger firm on the trigger. She suddenly
jumped backward, landing on the wall. Her hand transformed; her fingers changed
color, grew longer and larger. Their tips became large, metallic-looking claws,
strong enough to let her cling to the wall. With her free hand, she tore off
the vent cover.
“Goodbye, Mr. Guard.” She smiled and slipped into the ventilation
shaft, disappearing quickly. The sound of metal being struck echoed as she
moved through the ducts, fading into the distance. In less than a second,
silence filled the room, an uncomfortable silence.
The guard’s radio crackled before a transmission came
through. “015, why didn’t you neutralize Subject 211814926? You coward!” a
female voice snapped. “Maybe it’s not obvious from behind the cameras, ma’am…
but here in the field, I could see she had multiple holes. Our weapons are
useless.” He justified.
“You’re an idiot… but… yes… you’re right.” The woman seemed
to reconsider. “To conserve resources, it’s better to let her reach the
surface. Government hitmen can deal with her.” She paused. “Check for
survivors. If there are any, finish them. No witnesses. No injuries.” She
dictated. “Yes, ma’am.”
THE END
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