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Fanfic: Eddie`s end and start of life
Chapter: Eddie`s end and start of life
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Eddie's end and start of life
Part 1- The beginning of the end
It was almost dark, the light was so dim in this narrow, long and cold corridor somewhere where one hoped that these activities in this laboratory would never be discovered and stopped.
Steps echoed erratically in the hallway. Several people were walking along it. Three men and a woman in white coats, researchers. In front of them there were about a dozen heavily armed guards and an almost two meter tall, muscular dark-skinned man in black, wide trousers and a bare chest. In his hands he held the end of a thick iron chain. And connected to this, a pale figure guaranteed to be more than two meters tall was walking. The red jacket was completely torn and the jeans legs were severed from the knees. As a result, one could see many large scars on the man's body.A reddish smeared line ran around his head, starting with the forehead and cut all the way around. A wide steel rivet was attached to the center of the forehead with two or three screws. The man had hardly any hair left, but was more than muscular. The gaze was glassy, the eyes cloudy, and the face scarred and sunken.
The whole group approached a slightly better lit room, in front of which some men in suits were waiting. In this room there was a square glass case into which hoses lead. In the middle of the box was a metal chair with ankle, arm and trunk cuffs. The people who had now left the corridor met the men in the suits. After a few quick glances from these men at the chained man, one of the guards gave a signal and he was led into the glass case in the lighted room and tied to the chair there.
"What do you have to report? The tests, measurements and experiments," asked one of the men in suits. The researcher reacted. "His immune system is built to the extreme. It even completely fended off diseases that would normally be fatal in less than a week and destroyed the pathogens. His muscles are just as impressive. No matter how much they are used, there are never strains or Cramps occurred. We don't need to talk about his almost inhuman strength. And even if he doesn't look like that, he is very intelligent, indeed ingenious. His brain waves are fully committed 24 hours a day. And his senses too Smell, taste, hearing ... everything is much higher and more complex than a normal person. "The man in the black suit sighed softly. "If everything you say is true, it's almost a shame that we have to kill him. But if he were discovered, it could mean the end of our gene lab.And a figure like this courtesy is simply impossible to hide from a committee of inquiry. " "I agree with them. That's why GXD was developed. This gas will even incapacitate his immune system. And putrefaction is also accelerated. His body is completely disintegrated as the last piece of evidence. "
Now there was only the tall, pale man in the glass case.
“Get started.” One of the researchers threw a lever and a bluish gas leaked from the hoses into the box, filling it up within minutes. You couldn't see anything through the smoke. Only when the gas cleared again could you see that the man was hanging apparently dead in the chair.
“Who will dispose of the body?” “Two of our guards will take care of it. They won't find it.”
Two hours later, a nondescript white van was driving down a country road in total darkness. In the hold: the man's wrapped corpse.The two men in the driver's compartment heard music and sang along. That was probably why they didn't notice that their passenger wasn't dead as expected. Something stirred under the cotton sheets. The man believed dead opened his eyes. Confused by the white sheets, he tore his arms apart and the sheets to shreds. And in the next moment he looked down at his body in horror with red-hot eyes. The skin had almost completely disappeared, he could only see something on the back of his right hand and on his face. His jacket was gone, as was all body hair. His fingernails had become claws. He slid his tongue over his teeth. They were now more like those of a large, wild predator. Then the figure heard the voices of the two men in the driver's compartment. She approached the partition and buried her claws in it. The tips of the claws came out on the other side, the two men did not notice. With a touch of strength, the figure was pulling its claws down the wall.They cut through the metal like butter and made no noise.
Suddenly the undead felt a sharp pain on the back of the hand and face. The remains of the skin were literally eaten up by a carpet of bubbles. A deep cry of pain echoed from his throat, which sounded like the roar of a mad monster. Only now did the drivers realize that they were driving a zombie-like creature that was anything but dead in the hold. After all, the cracks in the partition wall were big enough for an unobstructed view of some measure.
Finally the pain was over ... and the last bit of skin destroyed? Yes. Because that was what this creature could see clearly in the windshield. Due to the shock, the two men no longer paid any attention to the road, and the car skidded. Before he dumped into the nearest ditch, the creature broke through the wall of the hold and jumped onto the tallest tree it could reach.And that was about 250-300 meters away. And she did not feel that she was being pushed to her limits for a long time. From this distance she watched the car explode. The new being was free now, but what use was that. It was a monster. An undead, zombie creature with no friends, possibilities in this world, without the ability to speak, to feel good and secure ... and with no memory of the former self or the past. Angry and desperate about this inevitable fate, the creature screamed its frustration into the forest, jumped out onto the road and disappeared into a manhole. And suicide? No, that wouldn't work, she knew that, even though she hadn't tried it yet. And she didn't want that either. For fear of further disappointment and pain, and out of hatred for this world, which must have imposed this fate on it. This damn, apparently so cold world ... should get to know the hatred of their product.To show the already hated world up there what the consequences were for their actions was the only reasonably clear thought of the creature in the underground.
Eddie's end and start of life
Part 1- The beginning of the end
It was almost dark, the light was so dim in this narrow, long and cold corridor somewhere where one hoped that these activities in this laboratory would never be discovered and stopped.
Steps echoed erratically in the hallway. Several people were walking along it. Three men and a woman in white coats, researchers. In front of them there were about a dozen heavily armed guards and an almost two meter tall, muscular dark-skinned man in black, wide trousers and a bare chest. In his hands he held the end of a thick iron chain. And connected to this, a pale figure guaranteed to be more than two meters tall was walking. The red jacket was completely torn and the jeans legs were severed from the knees. As a result, one could see many large scars on the man's body.A reddish smeared line ran around his head, starting with the forehead and cut all the way around. A wide steel rivet was attached to the center of the forehead with two or three screws. The man had hardly any hair left, but was more than muscular. The gaze was glassy, the eyes cloudy, and the face scarred and sunken.
The whole group approached a slightly better lit room, in front of which some men in suits were waiting. In this room there was a square glass case into which hoses lead. In the middle of the box was a metal chair with ankle, arm and trunk cuffs. The people who had now left the corridor met the men in the suits. After a few quick glances from these men at the chained man, one of the guards gave a signal and he was led into the glass case in the lighted room and tied to the chair there.
"What do you have to report? The tests, measurements and experiments," asked one of the men in suits. The researcher reacted. "His immune system is built to the extreme. It even completely fended off diseases that would normally be fatal in less than a week and destroyed the pathogens. His muscles are just as impressive. No matter how much they are used, there are never strains or Cramps occurred. We don't need to talk about his almost inhuman strength. And even if he doesn't look like that, he is very intelligent, indeed ingenious. His brain waves are fully committed 24 hours a day. And his senses too Smell, taste, hearing ... everything is much higher and more complex than a normal person. "The man in the black suit sighed softly. "If everything you say is true, it's almost a shame that we have to kill him. But if he were discovered, it could mean the end of our gene lab.And a figure like this courtesy is simply impossible to hide from a committee of inquiry. " "I agree with them. That's why GXD was developed. This gas will even incapacitate his immune system. And putrefaction is also accelerated. His body is completely disintegrated as the last piece of evidence. "
Now there was only the tall, pale man in the glass case.
“Get started.” One of the researchers threw a lever and a bluish gas leaked from the hoses into the box, filling it up within minutes. You couldn't see anything through the smoke. Only when the gas cleared again could you see that the man was hanging apparently dead in the chair.
“Who will dispose of the body?” “Two of our guards will take care of it. They won't find it.”
Two hours later, a nondescript white van was driving down a country road in total darkness. In the hold: the man's wrapped corpse.The two men in the driver's compartment heard music and sang along. That was probably why they didn't notice that their passenger wasn't dead as expected. Something stirred under the cotton sheets. The man believed dead opened his eyes. Confused by the white sheets, he tore his arms apart and the sheets to shreds. And in the next moment he looked down at his body in horror with red-hot eyes. The skin had almost completely disappeared, he could only see something on the back of his right hand and on his face. His jacket was gone, as was all body hair. His fingernails had become claws. He slid his tongue over his teeth. They were now more like those of a large, wild predator. Then the figure heard the voices of the two men in the driver's compartment. She approached the partition and buried her claws in it. The tips of the claws came out on the other side, the two men did not notice. With a touch of strength, the figure was pulling its claws down the wall.They cut through the metal like butter and made no noise.
Suddenly the undead felt a sharp pain on the back of the hand and face. The remains of the skin were literally eaten up by a carpet of bubbles. A deep cry of pain echoed from his throat, which sounded like the roar of a mad monster. Only now did the drivers realize that they were driving a zombie-like creature that was anything but dead in the hold. After all, the cracks in the partition wall were big enough for an unobstructed view of some measure.
Finally the pain was over ... and the last bit of skin destroyed? Yes. Because that was what this creature could see clearly in the windshield. Due to the shock, the two men no longer paid any attention to the road, and the car skidded. Before he dumped into the nearest ditch, the creature broke through the wall of the hold and jumped onto the tallest tree it could reach.And that was about 250-300 meters away. And she did not feel that she was being pushed to her limits for a long time. From this distance she watched the car explode. The new being was free now, but what use was that. It was a monster. An undead, zombie creature with no friends, possibilities in this world, without the ability to speak, to feel good and secure ... and with no memory of the former self or the past. Angry and desperate about this inevitable fate, the creature screamed its frustration into the forest, jumped out onto the road and disappeared into a manhole. And suicide? No, that wouldn't work, she knew that, even though she hadn't tried it yet. And she didn't want that either. For fear of further disappointment and pain, and out of hatred for this world, which must have imposed this fate on it. This damn, apparently so cold world ... should get to know the hatred of their product.To show the already hated world up there what the consequences were for their actions was the only reasonably clear thought of the creature in the underground.