Last time: Vicky, Leila and Mort all mutated.... Leila has "super sight," Vicky can recall any memory, and Mort can understand all mechanics. They all go to the lab for a while and Dr. Watt is acting ridiculously strange, none of them can figure out why. Lana and Chase go back to the house. They find out that Owen passed out and hasn't woken up while they were gone. Chase is panicked by this and he goes up to his room to listen to Hallelujah for a while. Quinn, Hunter and Sam come bursting in. Sam steals his CD and breaks it, afterwards getting some well deserved punches to the face. Sam goes on about how Lana secretly hates Chase and how everyone thinks he's a waste. After he says this, Chase can't help but feel obliged to leave the house with the guitar, maybe never to come back.
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King Creature
My claws scratch at the toothpick of a pencil in my hand as I scribble the last of the formula down on the graph paper.
This is the fourth new formula; they're not easy to create. Ideas and thoughts have to be written down just as I think of them or they are forgotten. My intelligence fails me at moments of great need, and I can't do it much longer. I know one of these formulas will work. They have to.
I push the paper aside and snatch another one from the ever-shrinking pile on the corner of my lab table. The graphite meets the paper, but my pencil doesn't start moving, just stays stationary like it is forbidden to move. I furrow my brow line as the rage inside me threatens to billow up and spill over the sides.
Just as I am about to let my rage get the best of me, the messenger comes into the lab.
"My King," She slithers.
"Yes?" I growl with gritted teeth.
"The humans have arrived." She scampers away after she tells me. Oh how I hope they won't disappoint me.
The humans stand beneath me, my children surrounding them like wolves. I scowl menacingly and speak...
"What news have you brought me?" I ask in my spine chilling voice. The humans visibly gulp and the man talks first.
"I re-created two of your formulas, my King," He speaks dryly. Rage starts to churn in my belly.
"Two?"
"Y-yes, my King."
I am silent for a moment to try and suppress my anger. "You haven't done enough." I bark. "You are not to leave your testing facility, only for physical needs," The man shrinks like a snake. I turn to the female. "And what about you, girl?"
"... I tested one, my King," She squeaks.
"And?"
"He got sick," she answers. A pit boils in my stomach and rage threatens to boil over.
"You," I growl, "haven't done enough. You haven't done nearly enough! From now on you are to test every formula you are given!"
"But-"
"But WHAT?"
"... None of them are ready..."
My rage finally bubbles over and burns at my chest. I laugh a quiet laugh. "None of them are ready." I laugh again. "So you're saying you want my apocalypse to die out in flames because your tiny human brains are too pathetic to make more than one at a time. Ha! None of them are ready."
The humans shift their weight uncomfortably. I clench the four formulas in my fist and throw them at the cowering humans. "OUT! YOU WILL FOLLOW MY ORDERS OR YOU WILL DIE!!"
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