Black Monster

It was unsuprisingly drizzling again when Emma emerged from a small green door in the side of a hospital. The tunnel network The Arcetect had set up was fantastic, he maintained he had worked with what was there but others had told her they had seen his mark carved into the stone work at the deepest levels. She wondered how old he was. She knew he’d lived centuries – surely that was enough for anyone?

The Masters were the stuff of legend, she wished they had stayed there. And now she was face with the fact that she had to continue with a treatment that would slow her age and he didn’t even know by how much! He’d said that humans had been artificially capped anyway and that lifespans should have been a magnitude longer. She gathered he ment hundreds of years rather than tens. She was suspiscous though and somehow thought it unlikely that to save her he would have to do this particular treatment.

When she had asked why the national health service didn’t have such treatments he had chuckled sadly. ‘I ruuun as many groups as I can too get treatmentsss tooo peeeeople but there are those working against or counter to me.’

She wondered why he cared so for humans, most people would have run from him on sight and others would have tried to kill him or take him off for experiments. She snorted at that thought and then checked herself, there were girls dying becuase one of his sort was out there feeding their blood to something. All sorts of things had occured to her, genetically engineered monsters belonging to cheaply dubbed films put on in the middle of the night but none of it jelled. There had to be a reason to make a monster and a blood sucking monster didn’t strick her as very bio-weapony if it had to be fed the victims.

Something to grow more Masters? That was a possibility she had heard the Arcetet talking to one of the scientists, he’d asked how the cloning was going, maybe it was that? Or maybe that was just the stem cells to treat belinda.

She’d been out of it for a good 18 hrs with the treatment and the uncouncousnous had been anything but refreshing but she didn’t feel as tired as she had been. He’d asked her if she’d started shaking when tired, she had nodded, she had assumed everyone did that when they got past 26 – the age you were supposed to start healing slower.

Her phone started to trill with messages from various places, she didn’t get it out the drizzle was getting heavier, she stopped at a bus stop to re-orientate herself and set off once more. Food would be good, a hunger gnawed at her and he’d warned her her metabolism would be increased and need more food for a while.

She slunk into an Echo Pizza, it was moderately busy and was warm though the chairs were badly designed metal tubbing that numbed your bum. She ordered and sat down. She could have eaten with them lot at the lab but it tended to be heavy on the sea food and she wasn’t in the mood. The first message was from her sister about her mothers birthday, she ignored it, the second one was from Super informing her that her wishes had been carried out, then one from some telesales robot which was annoying, then there was the kids asking if she had any news, then Pete saying that the drugs people were perplexed by her sample and were demanding to know where it came from before they would release the results as it was causing a few problems on the streets with people having manias, then it was the Super again demanding to know where she was and then to her suprise there was the old professor asking her to meet up with him, lastly there was a confirmation that the girl had been in the alley and that her boyfriend had identified an earring. There was something about him having to go to hospital but she couldn’t quiet follow what had happened.

Her pizza arrive, warm and crisp and soggy with molten cheese, she breathed in the aroma of the basil and tomato and then began to eat it, savouring it. The shit would hit the fan soon she was sure of it.

Her mind mulled it all over, what had they been stealing from the labs and factories? Stuff to build their monster but why? Why build a monster? Had they gone religous? Was she infact dealing with some nutty cult of weird aquatic aliens? The goose bumps rose on her arms.

She jumped when the Pizza guy asked if she wanted pepper, she waved him away irratably and then paused in her mastication, they wouldn’t ask that when you were already half way through eating would they. She resumed chewing so as not to draw attention and then scoped the place out trying only to use her periferial vision, it made her head quake slightly in rememberance of the headache.

There was a guy behind her who was not reading his news paper, she could see his reflection in the soft drinks cabinate and another guy dressed in the same colours as the staff but not actually in their uniform, it had been he who’d offered the pepper. She pretended to put her phone away but sent an alert by touch alone and felt the reasurring vibration of the phone confirming it had sent it. She finished her pizza, saw the blues and twos car go past blasting the streets with its sound but just a short blast. That was her ride. She stood and tried not to repsond to the fact that they two men tensed and readied themselves.

She calmly walked out of the resturant pass them, and into the wet miserable street. They thought her on her own so the followed just slightly lagging behind, she waited until she was out of the shop window view and then rain for the waiting police car. A shot rang in the city streets, the officer holding open the door for her swore and pandamonium broke out.

Posted: Saturday, November 24th, 2012 @ 10:19 pm
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