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quarta-feira, 10 de agosto de 2011

HELL FORMULA

Another short story to /x/...
HELL FORMULA
I have conducted several genetic experiments seeking ways to unleash human’s true power. My quest begun almost two decades ago, in India, where I saw and put to test the inexplicable capability of sages, capable to perform inexplicable feats. Sadly, my search on their chromosomes revealed very little, just a possible, slight, chance of develop it thru genetic engineering. I was stuck in a dead end, but it was only until a friend told me about a young little girl who happen to be… possessed.

Demonic possession, a taboo to church, a myth to science, but still interesting. Curious to see if the girl could perform any kind of super-human act, like the ones usually described in possession reports, I followed him to meet the girl’s family.

Was a very unsettling visit, but also very productive:

The family was a poor ignorant folk, all praying and crying with their crucifixes in hand, a pathetic display of fear and stupidity:

-Mister J., this is doctor Victor, a medic, friend of mine. I asked him to attend here to look at your daughter’s health.

They babbled something about god and priests as I wandered through the room looking at framed photos: A simply family, three girls, very religious.

They were inclined to send me off, once they were convinced on the supernatural nature of the problem. I, unimpressed, was about to talk to my friend and leave, when a thundering cry resonated through the wooden walls, a deafen sound of something heavy getting hammered on the floor above our heads, followed by dozens of laughs and indecent voices. Suddenly as it started, it ended. To me was like a gang where upstairs tearing a room apart, I looked around and I saw the family collapsing. Few minutes later, a group of priests went down the stairs, looking concerned:

-This case is real, unfortunately, I will inform Vatican. I believe we can start the rites tomorrow…

-until them is safer to keep her tied and under surveillance…

They looked at me and my friend and become silent. My friend presented me again, and as I politely greeted them, a short debate started. In the end the priests agreed with me checking the girl’s health.

I was still unconvinced of the supernatural aspect of this case, but my curiosity drove me into the dark room where the child were handled. She was tied to the bed with thick ropes and leather strips, an exaggeration, I tough at first. The smell of excrement and vomit was unbelievable, even if none where at sight. She was breathing very fast and very heavily, and I start to wonder if I shouldn’t call authorities… But I saw little signs that caught my attention:

First, the wooden floor was marked, almost like a strange force had lifted the heavy bed and slammed it on the ground time and time again. Doors, walls and even the ceiling were covered with claw marks, which I quickly identified like hers, once her finger nails, on both feet and hands, were bloody, dark, and with a bestial appearance. If I was to examine only the finger nails of that girl, I would believe it to belong to some kind of wild animal, not to a human being.

Silently I approached her, the priests were about to warn me, when she opened her eyes and screamed at me, calling me names. Her breath was nauseous, and her blood injected eyes, unnaturally yellow. The most disturbing part was the voice, or voices, that come out when she opened her mouth to speak, like if more than one person where talking through her at the same time.

It looked at me for a couple minutes, then she smiled and become silent.

-Impressive, David, I will try to get a blood sample…
-Be careful Victor.

The girl looked at me with wicked eyes. Her face was deformed, like a Halloween mask. She moved her hips from side to side, like a belly dancer, but it was utterly disturbing, once it exposed he legs, blue and veiny, were pus would drip from deep scratches made close to her pubic area. Could be a rotting corpse leg’s and I become concerned it could be some kind of disease like ebola.

My concerns about it attacking during the procedure were unfounded, as I touch her she felt sleep, or pretend to do so, breathing heavily like before. I took six ampoules of her blood, I was decided to not return there in the future for more blood samples, them I move away. I close the door, a storm of disturbing laughers sounded, like if a pack of demented clowns were locked there, with the girl.

I was nervous, and also satisfied. I had the feeling the blood samples would present some data similar to the information I got from fakirs and sages on India.

As soon I got to the lab, I initiate experimenting: standard blood tests, genetic tests, cultures, everything I could do. All of them would take forever to give me new information, but I didn’t worried about it, I was sure I would finally find a break through. That girl who had the delusion of be under control of demons had the key to improve human’s constitution, and I would finally grasp it.

Days later, the first tests came back. The blood tests were almost normal, but the genetic ones showed some kind of “extra chromosome”. Was unusual, but not unexpected, a genetic condition that explained the “demonic possession”. Excited with the finding, I start working on it immediately.

One year later I finally had successfully isolated the extra chromosome, and decided to start experimenting on guinea pigs. My in vitro tests were successful, and I had high expectations on the first real trials on living organisms. At that time I did much of my work at home, once eco-terrorists had threatened to attack the lab were I conducted my experiments. Was quite convenient, that way I could spent more undisturbed time with my experiment.

To use in my tests, I had four mice, three bunnies, two dogs and one baboon, a nasty creature.

My first impulse was to shot my formula with the chromosome protein on the baboon, once I didn’t care much about that horrible monkey dying, but I had to be objective, so at first I picked one small rat, which I inoculate with a small dose. For the next day and a half, the rat had violent spasms, vomit and rage attacks, but it become twice bigger and much more stronger. To test it’s social abilities,  I put a normal rat in the same cage with him. The newcomer panicked, but the test rat just stood there, looking at me. I decided finally to grab and vivisect the test rat.

It was incredible hard, it almost bite off my fingers and I finished snapping it’s neck. I didn’t want to risk contamination with my own guinea pig. Its internal organs were decaying too fast, even in a refrigerated environment, and the smell were the same I felt that day on the girls’ room. His muscles and bones were all dark, but very developed. Happy with the progress, I decided to test injecting a far smaller dose directly on ones’ mouse brain. Was… interesting. It become very aggressive, and less physically developed, but almost escaped the cage. Later I tested it’s intelligence, and it was far above his previous results. I froze and sliced the brain so I could study it better.

The trials proceed for months, until I got the chance to test on the filthy baboon, oh, I admit, I was excited not only for have advanced so much in my research, but also because I would finally get rid of that nasty creature. I doped it, and locked him on a steel cage designed to polar bears. I injected a new composite, wish I refined through my several tests.

Less than a minute later, it started: The creature woke up, screaming in agony, as I could see his muscles inflating and his vein become more evident. His eyes, blood injected, become yellow like the girl’s eyes, and it’s body started to grow.

I had successfully corrected the formula, so his skin weren’t ripped of by his growing muscles, nor did his eyes exploded gushing a torrent of blood. All his hair, unfortunately, felt immediately, like it did with the bunnies. Well, cant be right always.

Then the most unusual and unexpected alterations begun:

Huge, thick black horns growth in its forehead and in matter of hour’s whey were at least 40 centimeters long, the skin become dark and red, as its teeth become dreadful fangs. His foot suffered a methamorphosis, all its fingers, except two on each feet, felt off like dead skin, and the fingers left soon become like…goat hoofs.

A long thin tail with a spike on its end appeared at the dawn of the next day.

I was happy I had put the creature on such strong cage, strongly tied to a steel table inside it. It was horrible and scary, and for the first time ever I doubt myself. I had the feeling I went too far. I didn’t hesitate, I tied an extra chain to its cage and was going upstairs when someone hit me with a baseball bat. A bunch of eco-terrorists crashed my home, dragged me back to the lab and beat me for “crimes against nature”. I screamed at them and told them I had to kill the monkey, it was a monster! But when we all turned to the cage, only a tiny baby chimpanzee was inside it.
 I couldn’t believe my eyes… Then it hit me. If it was really a demon… Oh god!

The kicked me but I didn’t gave off the keys. They literally had to broke my hand to save the “poor baby” from its suffering. A girl, who had beated me several times with a baseball bat and that stomped my hand until she crushed it open entered and freed the ape from the steel table and hug it. No one saw it change, not even the girl. It was simply like if we all blinked at the same time, and the giant baboon traded places with the small “baby”. It literally tore her head of with his teeth. Then it rushed to the cage door.
They were paralyzed, but I wasn’t. They stood there, while the monster killed and raped them, while I rushed upstairs after my dart gun. I could hear the agony in their screams as it loaded and absurd neurotoxin dose into a dart. Enough to kill a small town.

As I went down, I saw the ravaged laboratory. They all were dead, and the baboon in nowhere to be found. I held the dart gun with my only good hand and stumbled downstairs. The sound of broke machinery and running water was the only thing I could hear.

-Where is you…?

-I am here.

It was on the ceiling, like a spider attached to the walls. He felt over me. He could had crushed my body immediately, but he had other plans. He disarmed me and drag my beaten body to the steel table, were it tied me.

-Dear doctor… I knew since that day you went to visit me on the little girl’s house, that you would develop something interesting.

He crushed the refrigerator open and carefully took all ampoules with all the variations of the drug.

-Doctor, relax. It wont hurt…

He laughed as it injected me, ampoule after ampoule. God help me I am in hell, no… I AM hell!

Fin.

sábado, 16 de julho de 2011

REWARD

As we get old we realize we are fragile, and we will eventually die, no matter how good you were, or how much suffering you experienced, good or wicked, fuck it all, everyone will end dead, so all the preaching in the church, all those heroic ideals from the comic books and the constitutional rights are just a bunch of crap someone shoved down your throat, when you were to young to realize that there is no such thing as reward in the afterlife.

It was more than I could handle, after a life of good actions, religious devotion and exemplary behavior, I would simply get old and die like anyone else.

All the things I wanted to do, but I didn’t because they were “wrong” or “evil”, all the pleasures I denied myself in order to honor god’s words, every simple desire or impulse smothered under the calm obedience to the letter of law, nothing would save me from death, or even guarantee me a reward in the next life.

That’s why I decided to search for the alternative, the dark power that were forbidden to the good men, with rituals not only immoral but also illegal, filled with rape, death and gore, and that rewarded evil deeds with gold and power, yes, it would save me from death!

Took me many years and all my money, but I finally had the infamous Dark Book in my hands, the fiendish Necronomicon, the book in which are kept secrets and powers capable to destroy the sanity of the reckless.

The original is forever lost, beyond the reach of mortals, but several copies were made, but also many falsifications also were produced. To find this copy of the Dark Book is a sign of the ancient gods that my immortality is imminent!

I study it daily, night and day, and I discover spells capable to ruin body and soul of saints, and I read descriptions of demons and evil gods so realistic that they would make the innocent cry with tears of foul blood.

The rituals are complex and always have a price, but such price is expected to be paid with the blood of the innocent.

I finally find it, the spell to grant me immortality!

The price, the life of children: Ten years of youth, health and immortality to each child murdered in a dark altar in honor of The Most Evil. My first ritual grant me only then years, but in the second I manage to extend my beautiful existence in forty more years.

I live as I watch those around me die, there is no better feeling in the world than outlive the ones around me. Questions are made, but as long I have the Dark Book with me, no one can stop me.


I just finished my greatest ritual, granting me five hundred years of life and I celebrate it in a feast in my honor; those fools adore me as the god I truly am. They beg for my favors and tremble before my powers, are amusing to see how pathetic they can be.

As I finish my meal, I feel sleepy. My throat is dry. I ask for wine, and I receive a large calice of sweet wine. Now I’m drowsy… I try to speak, but my tongue is numb.

They are around me, fools!!! You will pay for this! Don’t you know that I am the immortal god?! Many of those idiots reach for pistols, knives and even axes and hammers. Pathetic, I cannot die! If I could speak, I would turn their bodies into rotten meat.

They attack me! OH GOD! The pain! It never ends! Please god, make it stop! As soon as they finish, my body repair itself in a blink of an eye. From my wounds, only the agonizing pain remains, and frustrated, my aggressors attack me again and again and again!!! IT NEVER ENDS!

My body is filled with drugs and poisons, and the paralysis and agony only become worst. They torture me, they cut me, burn me, brake my body in any possible way! It go on and on for years! I literally suffer every single moment possible; they take turns and never let me recover. My tongue is ripped of, as my nails. A red hot iron spear impales me, as my genitals are grinded every morning, before the true torture begins! The creativity and hatred are endless; they never grow tired of my agony.  

Generation After generation I am abused, tortured and humiliated. I barely kept my sanity, thanks to one single hope of salvation. My contract will kept me alive for 500 years, and no more… Then, I shall be free!

Oh, how glorious death can be! To imagine my body finally dying is pure bliss, it gives me strength to continue!

The world have changed radically, I know, even locked here, in this chamber of horrors. I carefully counted the days and hours and minutes and even the seconds, and now I am sure that the time of liberation will soon come to release me from this hellish existence.

I feel it, the life finally leaving my body with the blood that pours of the wounds that won’t heal themselves anymore. The cracked and splintered bones remain broken and my burned flesh stays dark and scorched.

Finally free I die! I close my eyes and wait for my freedom! At least!!! Freedom!!

But then I open my eyes.

And what I see make me scream like I never did before, even after five hundred years of agony!!!!!

I’m still there, in the torture room! It can’t be!

I notice the silence, and I remember how was to be alone again. I look around me, and something is not right, His symbols, the symbols of The Most Evil are every where. The room itself is different, is like a mirror image of the torture room were I spent my last days!

No, I am still dead. I should know.
As I see the door opening and hundreds of demoniac child-like demons, my sacrifices to HIM, coming down with instruments of uncanny horror I finally realize:

Indeed, there is such thing as… Reward.