Become a Fan
By Austen Brauker
Friday, October 06, 2006
Not rated by the Author.
A mutant monster made from the genes of a single male donor uses his ability to unlock DNA and fuse different species together.
The homunculus was a genetic mutant, being formed only from the information of a single male donor. Its strange interlocking of dominant genes made unique attributes appear that were not normally human traits. One such anomaly was the ability to emit the secretion that unlocked strands of D.N.A. and fused different species together.
Christo first noticed the characteristic while the creature devoured as much as it could from a plate of cow tongues and chicken heads. The homunculus stood backward in front of the unfinished portion and squatted. Christo thought it might be shitting but instead, it shot a snot-like ooze from small openings in back of its feet. They looked like vaginas, directly on the back of its heels, secreting the strange, gelatinous substance. It completely coated the pile and then smiled with a sharp toothed grin, licking itself clean afterward.
Dr. Christo went back to his work, but in a few hours, he noticed movement in the pile of food. The heads and tongues were completely fused together. They were wiggling around. The ooze had broken down their individual D.N.A. and melted them into one mixed creature. The homunculus had somehow brought momentary life back to the dead severed tissue.
Christo began experimenting with the substance, combining different fresh cut samples of flesh together in cocktails. He tried different species and found them all to be susceptible to the metamorphosis. The more complex, the better it worked. It was amazing. He collected the ooze and made many strange fusions, first using severed pieces and then finally entire living organisms. It was nothing short of miraculous. With this discovery could come tremendous good or equally destructive evil, but Christo preferred the latter.
He envisioned an army of winged snake-rats marching at his command.
“Yes father!” they chanted in Christo’s mind.
They were flicking their tongues in and out, thousands of scale coated vermin, carrying huge spiked clubs. They were deadly venomous. Christo watched them march through the Indian reservation, destroying his horrible prison of a clinic first, and then mowing down the government housing units to their foundation. The giant rats swallowed the smaller kids whole, unhinging their mammalian jaws after biting them once to paralyze them. They snarled away through full rat snouts, filled with rows of hollow snake teeth, dripping in venom. They flew high in the air with spread bat wings and dropped the children to the ground.
Indians ran in all directions like a bad Godzilla movie, yelling and pointing, the sound coming out in Odawa, but the lips mouthing the same words in English. The snake-rats bowed down before Christo and laid their bloody clubs at his feet. Their captain held the severed head of a four-year-old girl by its long braids and roared out a humanoid mimic of speech. The rest joined in reverence.
“Father!” they chanted, slow and deep like a Buddhist AUM.
Christo knew right away, when Snag told him the girl was missing, that the homunculus was probably the one responsible. It had been happily following Snag, at the Doctor’s request, glad to be of use in tailing him regularly. The creature was getting good at following tasks, and getting rewards of raw meat for doing so. They were bonding.
Christo walked through the backyard and looked around. He heard the feet of the monster sneaking away, hiding at the sound of the doctor’s footsteps. It was off in the shrubbery listening. Christo wondered how much it could actually understand. It was obviously smarter than he thought.
He found the dismembered girl in his coy pond, floundering on her belly while the orange and white sucker mouths of the Japanese goldfish cleaned the flecks of skin and scab that floated around her in the water like it was fish food. The treachery of the homunculus amazed him, which was a feat in itself.
Christo could hardly tell what the horrible thing was. He took a closer look at what was at one time a pretty little young girl named Jessica. The gruesome atrocity Christo now witnessed made him revere the monster as being close to true evil. A demon had risen from Christo’s own seed, with such wonderfully horrendous abilities. He had created the Turtle-girl.
The initial wounds caused by the turtles had left her without lips and cheeks. Sections of her skull bones as big as pancakes were exposed. If Nugent had been much longer on his call, the snappers would have done her in completely. As it was, she looked like the product pile of a meat grinder. Her nose hung by a flap of skin. Her toes and a good amount of her feet had been consumed.
Nugent had pulled her out of the tub before they could finish engorging themselves. He put the turtles back into the cage and grated a stick along the bars, making one snap at the steel wire mesh. He drove to the meth shack and dropped Jessica off with Snag, who boxed her up and chained her to the back wall of his cabin.
The homunculus liberated her in the middle of the night, just as Christo had predicted, leaving the boxes behind after a few savage bites severed her elbows and knees at the joints. They tore apart easily, like cooked chicken. He removed the boards that made the box around her head by prying them apart with his nails.
Jessica was relieved at first, thinking she was being rescued or set free. Her sight adjusted to the moonlight. She looked the homunculus directly in the eye and immediately shit herself, vomiting bile and stomach acid at the same time. It burned the remaining nerves on her skeletal face. The creature stared back at her and licked its lips.
She had bled in great pumping blasts with each separation of her appendages, but the homunculus came prepared. For bandages, he held the skins of three dead snapping turtles that he had stolen from the back of the D.N.R. truck. They were the same ones who had feasted on her before, having become dinner themselves in the mean time. The empty bags of dermis that were once arms, legs, tails and heads hung in his hand, moving about with a life of their own.
The monster ejaculated from his heels onto her gushing wounds, pulling the ooze coated turtle feet over her bleeding nubs like little gloves. The skin between girl and reptile grafted together and the blood flow ceased. Instantly, she became part turtle. The green, slime covered pieces became one with her skin. They strangely eased her wounds and gave her an unknown sense of strength. She was a human gelatin hardening in a new mold.
As the Doctor observed her now, she had almost fully fused with the stretched green skin. Her shortened arms and legs flailed and scratched at the pool bottom. She was nearly reptile. The turtle flesh was in place, forming clawed hands that were growing from her knees. It continued, nearly up to her hips. On her top half it ran from her elbows to the curve of her shoulders.
She saw Christo and tried to make a sound. A puff of water and air shot through her sinuses. The bottom half of her face was covered with the bumpy reptilian mask and her neck extended in and out. Her back felt funny. She wanted to dig in the mud but it was cement and there were no places to hide.
The homunculus, failing to make a proper mouth, had removed her teeth by popping them out one by one, with a single sharp claw. The rest he attempted surgically, in imitation of Dr. Christo. It mimicked its father’s experiments in its own demented terms. The monster rudely wired razor blades into her gums, in the shape of a snapping beak. He pulled the remaining nose forward, into a sharp downward pointing snout, and fastened it in place. He blew an ankle wad all over her face.
It jutted out from her human jaw and looked very realistic. The ooze held it all together like a magic glue. She was beginning to feel some of the turtle becoming part of her human psyche, a melding of species. The chemicals from the excretion, as well as the turtle cells themselves were seeping into her system.
Jessica was thinking less and less like a spoiled rich girl. There was a sudden pang within her abdomen. She was starving. There was a pile of fish guts at the far end of the water, almost ten feet away, courtesy of the homunculus, who had watched her fairly rapid transformation from the pool edge. She put her face forward in the water and smelled the bloody chum. A tugging pulled an awkward instinct up from the base of her medulla. The hunger in her belly grew.
She crawled slowly to the stinking chum stack and bit in with her razor mouth beak. It tasted incredible. The day old rot was perfect in her throat. She had no gag reflex, just like before. The human part of her cried as she devoured the salmon innards. The turtle part rejoiced, as her hunger was satiated. The razor face did its job well, dicing through the backbone and scales to find the soft tasty filling.
Christo watched in a frozen stare as Jessica ate. He drifted away in a daydream.
The snake rats were marching in his mind again, except this time they had human arms with opposing thumbs that could manipulate weapons. They swung swords and picked locks. The homunculus pattered up across the cement walk and purred at Christo’s leg. He patted its bald head.
“You are both so beautiful!” He said to monster and pet.
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