Re: The Vivacious Deadlock: S3G6: Round One: Genreshift
05-30-2011, 01:30 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
A bespectacled old man entered the Astrobiology room. He was your typical researcher at this particular Research Facility, with a protective lab coat, his musty yarn vest, and his denim jeans. He knew his job, to study a new creature that a team of hunters had captured out in the wild. By "in the wild," he meant "I had no idea where it came from, but hey." The stodgy researcher shuffled his way to a cage, a great slab of the wall made of strong metal. On this cage, there was a slot for a the viewer's safety and discretion. The scientist opened the slot and peered inside. He let out a whistle in surprise. "My, my, what a creature we had here," he murmured in horrid fascination.
She could care less.
The genetic abomination that is Merrifield paced around in general irritation and confusion around the white-painted walls of her confines. She attempted to digest what had happened to her in such a short amount of time. Okay, she was trying to escape from a cage. After that, bad people tried to hurt her, luckily she hurt them back. Then, there was this bright flash of light (she remembered because that hurt her eyes) and suddenly, a red-winged woman told her some stuff. She could not quite remember. Well, she could have remembered if she paid attention. Something about tomes and such, but never mind that. Now, she was stuck in this stupid cage with a creepy old guy leering at her. Merrifield placidly looked around. She glossed over the reddish stains smeared across the walls, evidence of her attempted escape. That was pretty stupid of her, ramming into the walls like some sort of mad creature. It hurted her fragile body and she learned her mistake, so better than nothing. She needed to escape. She had to escape, but how?
Merrifield discerningly eyed the hapless scientist, who was marveling at her captivating weirdness. She had that scientist's attention and attention was all she needed from that gaping fogey. Perhaps he could do a favor for her. A small favor, yes. Just a small favor. Merrifield went on all fours and quickly pitter-pattered her way to the viewing slot, the one wall that separated her from that man. The sudden approach had startled the scientist, but yet he did not leave. Was she that interesting to look at? Merrifield continued to stare with her beady, embryonic eyes, taking note of every wrinkle, every piece of hair, every detail of her captive audience.
She began to smear her hand aganist the viewport, leaving ugly streaks of red with her hemorrhaging hands. She saw the scientist jump back a bit, his pupils dilating at the gross show she put on. Merrifield took delight of the quick, instinctual retching of the scientist. At least, she still got his attention. Merrifield decided her performance was still not enough. She pressed her body aganist the separating wall and slowly, slowly pulled back. To the scientist's horror, bits of her body clung onto the wall like stubborn meat on the bone. The old man quickly shuddered at the fleshy mess she made, but he could not pull himself away. At all.
Merrifield decided it was time.
The old scientist started to see red. Was it just the ruined viewport or was it just him? He could not tell, but that did not matter. There was something else going on. He was getting hot, really hot. Was the air conditioner broken? Was he getting a fever? His eyes began to bulge out and he started to rapidly perspire. The general discomfort which he could tolerate quickly turned into full blown agony. The hapless Astrobiologist began to tear at his clothes in a futile attempt to relieve himself. Somehow, the heat just kept on welling up inside him! This was too much. He felt like he was going to explode.
Suddenly, he burst into flames.
A beautiful white, hot flame erupted from the old scientist, whose mouth screamed in silent agony. Merrifield watch in mild interest as the the visage of the man become more and more like a indescribable charred mess. His teeth began to crack, his tongue roasted like barbecue. His hair began to singe away into nothing. Most of all his flesh started to melt away from the extreme heat. This is definitely no ordinary fire. The flaming elder tossed around like a moth around the light, upsetting equipment and furniture. To Merrifield's luck, the scientist finally slammed onto the of the viewport, which immediately began to glow to a hot white. The mitochondrial heat from the scientist was enough to melt through the metal wall. Finally, the charred scientist expired at her feet, half covered in burns, half covered in molten metal. Truly a disgusting spectacle to behold.
Merrifield looked down at the scientist, the scent of flesh and metal wafting into her small nostrils. Then, she looked at the hole. Yes, she was free! With a skip to her step, Merrifield daintily hopped over the dead man and was so full of joy until she hear the cold click of a gun. She looked up. There was security. Armored, featureless men with high-powered firearms. Merrifield was not stupid. She knew what she was up aganist. She did not want to waste anymore energy. She wanted to escape.
She had to escape. But, at least she knew how.
Without a warning, the form of Merrifield melted into a puddle of fleshy goo. Then, she quickly slid her way into the exit. The security futilely tried to shoot at her, hoping to make at least one bullet make contact with her, but alas, her speed was too much for the law enforcers to keep up. She made a tango with the law enforcement's feet and at last. She was down the hallway. Where was she going? Merrifield had no clue. However, she was free and that was that.
A bespectacled old man entered the Astrobiology room. He was your typical researcher at this particular Research Facility, with a protective lab coat, his musty yarn vest, and his denim jeans. He knew his job, to study a new creature that a team of hunters had captured out in the wild. By "in the wild," he meant "I had no idea where it came from, but hey." The stodgy researcher shuffled his way to a cage, a great slab of the wall made of strong metal. On this cage, there was a slot for a the viewer's safety and discretion. The scientist opened the slot and peered inside. He let out a whistle in surprise. "My, my, what a creature we had here," he murmured in horrid fascination.
She could care less.
The genetic abomination that is Merrifield paced around in general irritation and confusion around the white-painted walls of her confines. She attempted to digest what had happened to her in such a short amount of time. Okay, she was trying to escape from a cage. After that, bad people tried to hurt her, luckily she hurt them back. Then, there was this bright flash of light (she remembered because that hurt her eyes) and suddenly, a red-winged woman told her some stuff. She could not quite remember. Well, she could have remembered if she paid attention. Something about tomes and such, but never mind that. Now, she was stuck in this stupid cage with a creepy old guy leering at her. Merrifield placidly looked around. She glossed over the reddish stains smeared across the walls, evidence of her attempted escape. That was pretty stupid of her, ramming into the walls like some sort of mad creature. It hurted her fragile body and she learned her mistake, so better than nothing. She needed to escape. She had to escape, but how?
Merrifield discerningly eyed the hapless scientist, who was marveling at her captivating weirdness. She had that scientist's attention and attention was all she needed from that gaping fogey. Perhaps he could do a favor for her. A small favor, yes. Just a small favor. Merrifield went on all fours and quickly pitter-pattered her way to the viewing slot, the one wall that separated her from that man. The sudden approach had startled the scientist, but yet he did not leave. Was she that interesting to look at? Merrifield continued to stare with her beady, embryonic eyes, taking note of every wrinkle, every piece of hair, every detail of her captive audience.
She began to smear her hand aganist the viewport, leaving ugly streaks of red with her hemorrhaging hands. She saw the scientist jump back a bit, his pupils dilating at the gross show she put on. Merrifield took delight of the quick, instinctual retching of the scientist. At least, she still got his attention. Merrifield decided her performance was still not enough. She pressed her body aganist the separating wall and slowly, slowly pulled back. To the scientist's horror, bits of her body clung onto the wall like stubborn meat on the bone. The old man quickly shuddered at the fleshy mess she made, but he could not pull himself away. At all.
Merrifield decided it was time.
The old scientist started to see red. Was it just the ruined viewport or was it just him? He could not tell, but that did not matter. There was something else going on. He was getting hot, really hot. Was the air conditioner broken? Was he getting a fever? His eyes began to bulge out and he started to rapidly perspire. The general discomfort which he could tolerate quickly turned into full blown agony. The hapless Astrobiologist began to tear at his clothes in a futile attempt to relieve himself. Somehow, the heat just kept on welling up inside him! This was too much. He felt like he was going to explode.
Suddenly, he burst into flames.
A beautiful white, hot flame erupted from the old scientist, whose mouth screamed in silent agony. Merrifield watch in mild interest as the the visage of the man become more and more like a indescribable charred mess. His teeth began to crack, his tongue roasted like barbecue. His hair began to singe away into nothing. Most of all his flesh started to melt away from the extreme heat. This is definitely no ordinary fire. The flaming elder tossed around like a moth around the light, upsetting equipment and furniture. To Merrifield's luck, the scientist finally slammed onto the of the viewport, which immediately began to glow to a hot white. The mitochondrial heat from the scientist was enough to melt through the metal wall. Finally, the charred scientist expired at her feet, half covered in burns, half covered in molten metal. Truly a disgusting spectacle to behold.
Merrifield looked down at the scientist, the scent of flesh and metal wafting into her small nostrils. Then, she looked at the hole. Yes, she was free! With a skip to her step, Merrifield daintily hopped over the dead man and was so full of joy until she hear the cold click of a gun. She looked up. There was security. Armored, featureless men with high-powered firearms. Merrifield was not stupid. She knew what she was up aganist. She did not want to waste anymore energy. She wanted to escape.
She had to escape. But, at least she knew how.
Without a warning, the form of Merrifield melted into a puddle of fleshy goo. Then, she quickly slid her way into the exit. The security futilely tried to shoot at her, hoping to make at least one bullet make contact with her, but alas, her speed was too much for the law enforcers to keep up. She made a tango with the law enforcement's feet and at last. She was down the hallway. Where was she going? Merrifield had no clue. However, she was free and that was that.