Fur one and fur all! (Part 8)
Story by pizzaplatinum on SoFurry
Almost got the indent issue fixed. Now it's on the top instead of the bottom. :P
I thought the storyline seemed too placid, and it needed some drama.
But then, they showed them. It was terrible. Half-human abominations, with bloody feathers and fur pushing their way up from the skin of these children. My eyes watered as I had to watch the pained screams of these newborn infants, as they struggled to breathe. I watched them perish right in front of my eyes. And the scientists, those bastards, watched them. Just watched them, with those haunting stone-cold expressions. “The first trial didn’t work so well. So more experiments were done to correct this.”
Shots of embryos, of the pained animals, getting needles injected into them, to pull out just a little more of that precious genetic material. It was all so horrible. I could barely watch. I knew if I tried not to watch, the guard would make me, as he was doing right now, clamping my arms down on the cold, metal armrests. “This happened many times. It was on the 9th batch that we finally stabilized the genes so they were more animal than human with feathers coming out of them.” “Ninth batch?”, I say to myself. “Wait, that would mean…” I look over at the window showing the inside of the projecting room. “You’re not my father, are you?”
The man just smiled at me. My blood started to boil. “Dr. Franklin Potter, revolutionary scientist, father of Test Subject 556b2f, also known as “Alex”, was the leading figure in the development of anthropomorphs. At the sake of his family and his mind, he helped make, debatably, the best contribution to military since the atom bomb.” I start to see red. 1, 2, 3, 4… “ YOU MONSTER!” I lash out at the guard, biting his arm, feeling the snap of bone underneath my teeth. As he falls to the floor, blood leaking, and him screaming, I pound on the window, fueled by bitter rage towards my father.
I shout, “ YOU’VE RUINED THOUSANDS, AND FOR WHAT? A SMALL ADVANTAGE ON THE FIELD?!” “YOU ASSHOLE! ” I hit the glass, hearing the shattering, as I feel the splintering under my furry fingers, a representation of the abominations that have been brought forth upon this earth. The scientist just slurps from his coffee mug, and walks out the door. “ARRRGH!”, I shout, as I’m stabbed with a sharp needle, probably some tranquilizer. I slump down, crying, my blood-stained fingers sliding down the wall. “Why? Why must this happen?” I say, weakly. The last thing I remember before passing out is, “It’s for the good of the people.”