JuniorMan say “Fuck man, what is that? It run right passed me and scared the shit outta me.”
I tell him “Crazy huh?”
“Yeah crazy fo sure, looks kinda like a rabbit, but really what is it? I’m scared as fuck right now.”
“I know. It scared the shit outta me when I was sittin here havin a beer and it jumps up in my shit and kicks me right here. See this big ass bruise it gimme. and I’m like…….. Damn man! What dah fuck is going on?” I tell JuniorMan.
JuniorMan say to me “What? And you wadn’t fraid? I’da shot that Mutha Fucka… Bam! like that I’da popped that shit quick Richie I ain’t playin.”
I tell Juniorman “No, man I ain’t scared it’s part of me. After it kicked me I froze and sat here cause it did it again.”
“Again and you didn’t pop it’s ass? Whoaa, you bout a crazy Mutha Fucka too. Watch out Bru I’ll shoot it.” Juniorman says as he whips out his 40 and pulls the slide back, then it slams forward putting one in the chamber. “NO! Hold it Juniorman! Don’t do shit. I’m tellin you it’s part of me.”
Faster than I could think this “thing” jumps up and kicks Juniorman square in the face. Then as Juniorman is falling to the floor this thing goes Bam, bam, bam. All up in Juniorman’s face. I see Juniorman’s eye popping out one side of his head as he squeezes off a round wildly. BAM, barely missin me. Then my “Thing” cause I don’t really know what it is yet, jambs Juniorman’s nose, face and throat in a series of fast combination shots puttin Juniorman’s lights out. Then I’m feelin like all satisfied cause I know I did it. I was somehow controlling this “Thing”. It moved at my will. It moved like a strongass, wild beast, but it was me makin it move. I’m still all jacked up and got adrienalin pumpin in me like a mutha fucka.
Juniorman is dead. He ain’t just out cold. He out for good. My “Thing” is movin toward me now and like it’s tryna calm down too. I say “It’s coo man, don’t do shit. Jus cool it and stay calm” It knows we’re one now and jumps up in to my lap. I’m still kinda fraid of it, but I know it won’t do shit to me cause we’re one now. But what the fuck I got here?
That was last night when Juniorman stopped by to see why I hadn’t shown for a game of pool at our neighborhood dive down the street. Right now the “Thing” is nestled up in a cavity of sorts in my abdomen. I had to drag Juniorman’s body out to the alley since I’ve got no way to dispose of it. I heard the garbage truck come through and evidently they didn’t notice anything and loaded up all the garbage and hauled it off. I’d always hated Juniorman anyway. The thing must have known this through the connection we share. Damn!
I’m afraid to leave the apartment with this Tasmanian Devil about to erupt at any minute, but I need to get some chow in me. I’ve used this heavy duty, Duct tape, wrapped around my abdomen in a effort to contain the bastard until I can get over to Leo’s office. He’ll know what to do. He’s not only a vetanarian, but he’s also Research Scientist and one of my closest friends. I’ve been his assistant in some of the experiments with DNA and stem cells. I just usually watch Leo and I think he asked me to assist him partly because it gives us an excuse to hang out together and secondly Leo knows I can keep a secret. So you can see why I thought Leo could help, since I think it was through him I think I aquired my new companion.
Knock, knock. “Door’s open come in.”
I walk in. “Hey Leo wud up?” I says.
“The sky, but I hear it’s even falling” Leo tells me.
“What da hell you talkin about?” I say
“Way over your head eh Collage Dropout? He says
“Damn it Leo, I need to talk to you about something on the serious.” I tell Leo
“Well just fuck everything else and tell me what’s so fucking serious that you can’t see the humor in what I’m trying to impart to your little pea size brain.” He admonishes me.
“Damn you ain’t gonna believe this shit, but here goes. I got a demon inside me.” I tell Leo
“We all got demons and dragons tp sleigh Richie. Why do you think you’d be different?” Leo says
“Cause mine is different……. It’s a real demon. Not some phylisophical bullshit. I’m talkin rip your fuckin face off your face real. I’m talkin smashin your nose, puttin your eyes out real. So don’t play that funny shit right now. I’m so fuckin fraid of this Mutha Fucka I’m bout to lose it man.” I’m telling Leo as I’m standing there feeling my guts churning and feel the Thing biting through the duct tape.
“Okay calm down and grab us a beer out of the fridge and come in my office we’ll talk about our demons.”
I go over to the fridge reach inside for our beers and I notice an opened “Mickey’s” sittin where I left it the other day. I was full of beer that day and put what was left of my “Mickey’s” in his fridge. “Hey I see you didn’t touch my Mickey’s beer that I left the other day.” I said
“What Mickey’s beer are you talking about?” Doc yells back from his office.
“This fuckin Mickey’s in the bottle here.” I had to yell back
“That’s not beer. I just needed a glass container for the DNA stem cell concoction I brewed up last week. You better dump that one, it’s dangerous leaving that in an unmarked bottle like that anyway. Someone could drink it by mistake” Doc tells me.
“Whoaaa shit, are you fuckin with me?” I yell down the hallway toward Leo’s office.
I’m running down the hall with the bottle that I know I’d taken a sip from on Friday and thinking it tasted yucky, but I was all buzZed up and full anyway and figured I’d just put it back where I found it and someone else could finish it.
“Damn it Doc, this is the shit I took a sip of Friday night when we were done playin with your chemistry set. What could this shit do to a person?” I tell Leo with a look of horror in my eyes.
“Who the fuck knows? Richie that was just the garbage end of all that DNA and stem cell mixing we did earlier that day. You’ll probaly be fine. Don’t worry about it. You lasted the week-end with no effects, right? Right? Richie, I said right? What is it? What’s wrong. Richie, what’s wrong?”
I didn’t have a chance to answer Leo because the “Thing” inside me had burst through the tape job and was flying through the office on a trajectory that didn’t look all that good if you were Leo.
Leo is a large man, but still has the quicker reflex of most smaller atheletic types. He was able to give a left fake move and then move with greased lightening speed to the right, faking out the monster. It did hit the window behind where Leo was just standing. It broke the glass, the screen and the bars that protected Leo’s office from intruders. The fall from the second floor probably didn’t kill it, but it didn’t help it either.
“What was that Richie?”
“That’s what I been tryna tell you. You fuckin asshole, you tell me what it was”
“Well it probably was the results of the last experiments we were working on Friday night. I thought we had engineered a mutated satellite muscle that could do remote manuvers for a person, but that “Thing” was a monster, not anything like what we were hoping to acheive by manipulating the dna from your fat cells.” Leo said.
“I think I was controlling it for a while, but I had nothing to do with what just happened.” I told Leo. “It did that on it’s own.” I said. “This is some freaky shit Leo. Let’s go see if we can catch up with it before it hurts someone”
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