Today was Maxen’s day to perform routine checks on the experiments.
She was absently writing as she observed the stasis tubes until he came to the last one. She clenched her pen a bit harder and grumbled as she forced herself to look into his eyes.
It was almost startling to see nothing but black goop instead, but a bit relieving. This relief was then met with worry, how was she to dispose of the failure? She was so lost in thought that she only barely noticed the small high pitched sound of glass cracking.
She looked down and saw a small leak in the tube. She groaned and pulled out the key to the tube’s control panel, but as she began to punch in the code to open the tube and terminate the failure, another sound filled her ears. The discordant sound of someone rubbing against glass.
She looked over and saw a hand against the glass of the stasis tube, it left a mark behind its trail as it moved across the surface. She watched for a second, before the hand began to hit against the glass. The crack began to grow faster and faster, and Maxen’s heart stopped for a moment, before she dashed away.
She grabbed the announcement microphone and quickly yelled out, “AN EXPERIMENT HAS BROKEN OUT OF ITS CONTAINMENT, HEAD TO THE BUNKER OF YOU ASSIGNED SECTOR AND STAY CALM!” Her shaking voice did not ease the nerves too well.
Maxen heard a large bang, followed by glass hitting the floor behind her, and the black liquid seeping onto her shoes from the room next to her. She grabbed the emergency shotgun, and began to run towards her shelter, but the liquid on her shoes made it difficult to run, almost glueing her to the floor.
As Maxen made it to the final hallways between her and the bunker, she heard something else. A low, scratchy, voice behind her. “D… doctor?” She froze in her spot, her blood going cold as she gripped the gun tighter. The voice stayed where it was, as if it was mimicking her. “What’s w- wrong with me?” It chuckled to itself, as if telling a joke and approching the punchline. “Didn’t you want a- a god?” It stifled back a laugh, sounding like it was going to burst open if it didn’t.
Maxen stiffened her back, cocking the shotgun and forcing out a few words. “You are not… God.” The voice behind her started chuckling again, it was small at first, before growing louder, sounding as if they were choking. The sputtering and coughing began to fill the whole room as the sound of ripping and tearing started to ring out from behind her.
The shadow on the wall began to grow larger, and larger, as the choking gave way to a booming, deep, growling cacuaphany of laughter. Maxen couldn’t take it any longer, and forced her head to turn, fighting every intinct that tried to hold her gaze to the wall. She turned around and saw him.
It finally stopped laughing the moment her gaze fell on him.
“I can show you what god is.”
it lurched forward, its movements just barely resembled a human’s. It took its hand, easily being half of Maxen’s height by itself, and tried to grab her arm.
Maxen gasped and shot at its chest, taking off a large chunk, and exposing a glowing white eye in its now shattered, split open ribs. The beast screamed and grabbed its chest. It screamed out,
“THIS IS MY FLESH. IT IS YOUR BREAD.”
It used its twisting fingers to pull itself together. The once deep moving voice was now a choir of screaming voices of every pitch.
“THIS IS MY BLOOD. IT IS YOUR WINE.”
It stretched out its arms, spaning wall to wall.
Maxen cocked the gun again, shooting the beast in the eyes. It yelled out as it leaned to the wall to find its way. She ran into the bunker, but the noise of the door slamming open alerted it to her location. It dived towards her, and she barely ducked out of the way as it hit the wall, and fell into the bunker itself.
She looked in, and saw the beast unconscious. She figured the bunker as a solid cage for it, and locked it inside before it could wake up.
She leaned against the wall, bathing her breath. Her head was pounding as she thought of what the hell to do next.
She couldn’t kill it, it was the closest thing they had to a success in years… and… she had promised him that he would be an asset to the experiment.