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  08:05:11  15 December 2010
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Mr. Mutant
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Bad Dream

Stillness wakes me in my near death state. My ears are bleeding and my body is numb. I can't seem to grasp hold of reality. Bright flashes and a strange, distorted face zips through my mind bringing antagonizing pain and relentless fear. Why me? Why have I survived and been tortured for what seems like an eternity? Why am I still breathing? The face keeps flashing. Flaring green eyes of this thing stare right through my skin and send tremors of fear through my bones. The coldness is unbearable. The smell of death undeniable. Is this hell? No. Simply too cold. Maybe in between heaven and hell? Yes, quite possibly. Although this mutated being frying me from the inside with fear is not quite an angel or daemon. I shake uncontrollably. Frost covers my scruffy beard and eyebrows and my feet and hands are senseless. Nothing in this cruel place can be real.

Its pitch black now. The thing in my head is still pounding at my skull. Now its talking. Get up! I obey without realizing it. Finally my brain begins to function correctly. I am in some type of underground. The walls are iced and the bone chilling temperatures are going to drive me mad. Thank god I'm used to Russian winters. I need light to navigate. Ah the lighter in my pocket! A couple flicks and i have a comforting light and can finally tell where I am. A lab of some sort. Old computers and surgical tools scattered everywhere. Shit man there's blood everywhere. The blood is gleaming and dripping off the metal tables. It's fresh.

Panic sets in. I start to fumble over my feet as I turn to run and a terrible screech from the darkness rises. I think it said my name in a bloody howl. It sounds familiar. I can't risk my life to see, I just sprint through the hall to then next room. A clear green container lights the room in an eerie glow. I move forward to see what the green fluid contains. My heart is pounding so fast I can barely hear myself think. As i reach the container my lighter flickers out of fuel. The room gets dark but the green glow is still there. As I get closer I notice somethings in there. Its resembles a shriveled man with, with that face! The face in my head its him!

I press my hands up to the container and it startles. The thing is alive and giving me a death stare with those flaring green and red eyes. Tubes attached to the creatures skull are flowing with liquid. It opens its mouth to scream but its barely audible. A switch next to the container says something in Russian. I flip it. The room beings to shake and the container opens. The creature flies out and latches onto my face. I try to tear it off but I know its too late to try.

The next thing that I can remember is waking in the bar with several duty members staring me down. They say, "what the hells wrong with you?" I'm sweating and scared. But I manage a shaky reply, "just a bad dream." A hushed voice whispers in my ear. Kill them
  19:31:13  15 December 2010
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octopolish
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Thankyou.

I would ask for more, but I like this as it is, in a way.
  06:44:13  16 December 2010
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Derranged
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It's a pretty good story in my opinion. The story gets you thinking, how did he get there in the first place and what did the creature do to him. Inject some sort of chemical which allowed the creature to talk to him? dunno, but the story was good. Can't wait to read the second one (If there is to be a second one).
  07:24:29  16 December 2010
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Mr. Mutant
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Its more like hes been zombified I may continue it a bit later but tonight and tomorrow I will be studying for tests
  07:51:16  16 December 2010
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Ok, but how would be be a zombie and not be making and like noticable changes in his behaviour... otherwise the duty people are just stupid...
  07:57:27  16 December 2010
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Mr. Mutant
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haha your right. Ill figure it out later. Well he woke up in a lab with fresh blood everywhere and surgical tools lying around so something experimental was going on but why was it empty? And what did they do to his brain? And who are they?
  08:05:56  16 December 2010
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Yeah, maybe your story could lead to him having to discover how he had gotten into that lab and stop the disease which has came from the creature which is slow killing him..
  12:16:43  20 December 2010
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PART II: THE EPIPHANY

"Don't do it." My last rational thought. But it was too late. The poison slams against my stomach. The feeling of vomiting. A burning sensation in the back of my throat. Retain the vomit, retain the my pride but its too late. I went one shot over board and chunks came flying out like a god damn fire hydrant. There goes my stale bread and blind dog soup along with the four beers and the twelve shots of cheap vodka. "Pussy!" Someone yelled. The crowd roars in laughter as I spew out every last bit that was left.

Blacking out is not so fun. Especially not in the zone. The next thing you know, your all tied up to the top of a mill when a blowout hits. Bastards. Never trust those freedom idiots. All they ever do is get cross faded and blabber on about love and how we are so controlled...

But the parties are crazy and that is probably why I always find myself back there. Anyways, I wake up soiled in my own puke and wrenching of booze. I got the worst headache on top of that. Not the usual pain in my head though. Its more of a quick, flashing pain. Shit, where am I?

Must be the back hospital room of freedom. No windows and the only light coming in is from a bright office light dangling from the ceiling. The room is dead empty except for this steel chair im sitting in and a steel table directly in front.

Not a spec of dust. Unusual for the zone. Just about as clean as my mother's house. Spotless, checkered floor and polished walls. The metal door is locked and most likely reinforced. Now I'm getting freaked out. This is nothing like anything i have ever witnessed in all my experience in the zone.

Slave runners. It must be. It has to be. As soon as they find out who I am, they will let me free for sure. Three loud bangs on the metal door followed by an authoritative voice. "We are coming in! No cause for alarm my dear friend. Just stay calm." The locks decompress and three men in yellow hazard suits walk in. The air lock closes sharply behind them with a buzz and a green light flashes above the door.

They look like police or riot control. Armed with taser pistols and clubs and serious expression. "Son, do you know why we have taken these precautions?" The man on my right asks as he steps closer. "No?" He says after I fail to respond. I try to stand up but my arms are clamped in. "Because we are testing a new experiment." He pulls a long needle out from a plastic case. Its marked with a bio hazard sticker on the side. My life just got one hundred times worse.

"Oh don't worry this will be over quickly." He turns to a security camera behind him and begins to give details. "Subject number 87 ready for injection of experiment NBM-7 or Neuro Body Mutator version 7, under supervision of the State Committee for State Security. Date is January 11, 1990. Location: Chernobyl laboratory number X6" He takes the plastic covering of the needle and begins to place it on my arm and punctures a vein.

Pain shoots up my arm as a glowing black fluid starts to spread through my veins. Numbers and voices echo through my head and the pain begins flashing. Memories of my childhood and past life start to flicker. My body shakes violently and my muscles tense up like their being surged with electricity. A black foam starts at my mouth and begins pouring down my chin. The three men begin to exit frantically and the locks slam shut behind them. The green light turns to a flashing red and an emergency buzzer starts. "Experiment room 4 under lock down. All personal get to emergency stations. Lock all entrances and exits. I repeat lock all entrances and exits!" He began to nervously shout orders while trying to remain calm.

Can you hear me? a voice in my head says. My bloodshot eyes go berserk, my body feels like its burning and all I feel is hate and infinite rage for no reason. I tear through the locks on the chair, rip myself free and scream like an animal. My veins are black and bulging. My eyes are dilated and begin to turn black. I can feel my pupil change color and my vision is blood red.

Chemical gas begins to pour in the room but it has no effect on me. I'm out of control. It feels like my brain is melting. I ram the door repeatedly with the steel chair and it breaks open. I feel immune to pain and death. I feel like a fucking animal with a thirst for blood. I can feel my teeth and nails sharpening. My hair begins to fall off. Rational thought has escaped my mental capacity, nothing but instinct is left to rule my frenzied body. My skin feels thick and oily. My legs and arms feel tenacious with energy. My flesh burns for destruction. I am ready for a hunt. I'm ready for blood

The rare voice again repeats, Can you hear me? I scream out loud but in an animal-like language, "Yes blood leader I hear you" 'Blood leader' is his name. He is my master. I obey my master without hesitation. The pack must form

The hall is empty and silent except for the emergency alarm. I race to the end take a right, a left, up stairs, down another hall and find no one to release my rage on. I bash though the exit door and look up to see several helicopters flying away. They have succeeded. The KGB has made the perfect protector of the zone.

The agency was tasked with protecting and controlling the the zone from the outside world but with low funds and a nearing due date they had to rush. They created an experiment, a last ditch effort. They took a dangerous chance. They tested it on subject 187 and they created something controllable.. well so they thought.
  12:25:48  20 December 2010
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Mr. Mutant
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PART I: BAD DREAM(i kinda want to rename this one.)

PART II: THE EPIPHANY

PART III: BLOOD LUST

PART IV: NO CONTROL

PART V: POPULATION BOOM

PART VI: POPULATION CONTROL

PART VII: THE EDGE OF SANITY

PARTY VIII: MY EXTINCTION
  12:36:12  20 December 2010
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