I've had this idea for a fic for a while. C:
This is a short fic i'm writing. I don't think it'll be any more than 30-35 chapters, but I don't know.
I'll continue it if people like it.
Enjoy~
- Moosh Da Outlaw proudly presents -
a tale of epidemic proportions
When all hell breaks loose, who can they trust?
The craft was mighty, regal, an unbearably sterile. It glided effortlessly over the forest below, casting a dynamic shadow that followed its every move. It was twice the size of the Vykker's Labs and shaped like an imposing, perfectly curved wedding cake. It had twelve floors plus a basement, a lookout tower, and a winding sewer system.
A vykker was working in a dark, round room lined with various knives and equiptment. Dangling from the ceiling high above his head was a flamboyant cherry-red lazer that could cut through flesh as though it were butter. It was his favorite tool. Sighing, he flipped open his notebook to a random page and read over it quickly;
....day six, test three. The fuzzle subjects treated with the Cylonite have shown signs of revolt. Well, they're definately pissed off. They even attacked an intern bringing their food and gnawed the skin off his bones, it was pretty funny to watch, actually. No, its wonderful! Its amazing! Its exactly what I needed. It just proves my theory; Cylonite is a steroid, a disease. Its like the new-age version of rabies. We placed the fuzzles in a special quarrantine pen, where the disease won't spread.
...day eleven, test three. Half the fuzzles have died, the other half had been eaten by their cagemates. Where did we go wrong? What is their modivation to kill and attack?
"Bah." He threw it across the room with a flick of his wrist. An intern standing by bent down and picked it up obediantly, trying not to upset his boss; he had a habit of going crazy at times.
"Nedd, go get me more fuzzles." The vykker ordered as he mixed a jar containing a black chemical together. Nedd muttered something under his breath and left. He returned a minute later with a cart piled high with fuzzle cages. The fuzzles inside snarled and shrank away as the vykker grabbed a cage at random, threw it at the desk, and pulled a pair of goggles over his head. He turned on a tape recorder and said:
"Day one, text four. For odd's sake, Nedd, put your damn goggles on!"
The intern known as Nedd bobbed his head as he listened to the heavy metal blasting from his headphones, completely obvilious. The vykker snatched the headphones, tore a handful of wires out of its battery holder, and shoved them back in Nedd's hands. Nedd stared down at them in sheer horror.
"Put your goggles on!" The vykker snarled.
"Mmmmm mmm?" Nedd hummed weakly, trying to sound helpful. He pointed towards a medicine cabnet across the room.
"No I don't want to take my happy pills!" The vykker snarled, slapping a pair of goggles over the intern's head. "What is wrong with you?"
Nedd didn't answer. He rummaged around in a drawer and gently removed a hypodermic needle. The vykker took it, tilted it back, and carefully began filling it with the thin, coal-black liquid in the jar. It was vital that they take their time; if they made a single mistake, they could both be infected.
The syringe was eventually filled. Satisfied, the vykker said;
"Get the fuzzle."
Nedd hated this part the most.
He put on a pair of thick gardening gloves, his eyes dull, and thrust his hand in the open cage. It was like sticking his hand into a paper shredder. He cried out as the fuzzle cut easily through the gloves and latched onto his fingers, gnawing with merciless precision. Nedd grabbed it with a hand and slammed it against the desk, knocking over a beaker filled with a bubbling liquid in the process. It crashed against the floor. The fuzzle's eyes rolled wildly, and it wimpered loudly- it was temporarily stunned. The vykker plunged the needle into the fuzzle's chest and injected the liquid. Nedd roughly shoved the creature into a safety-glass box from a thick rubber hose. Fuzzles could go in, but they couldn't get out. It rammed its head against the glass with a feral snarl, but quickly gave up. Escape was impossible.
Nedd was still panting heavily from the struggle, holding his hand by the wrist, which was shredded to a pulp. The vykker grinned.
"One down. Now lets get the rest!"
Nedd groaned loudly.
<~{.epidemic.}~>
Night had come. A lone fuzzle sat in a quarrantine cage surrounded by tufts of bloodied fur. Its eyes were dark red, and its pupils were like pinpricks. Its breathing became labored and entire patches of fur fell from its sides. Its flesh, revealed from the mangy spots missing, was a sickly, blotched cream color. It was the winner; it had eaten through its cagemates, which had once been loyal allies, just to survive. It was no longer a fuzzle. It was a monster.
It spat out a mouthful of blood and hopped over to the cage's lock, hissing to itself. It closed its mouth over the contraption, sank in his teeth, and got to work. It would only be a matter of hours before it would be free to infect whoever it pleased...