Caution: Biohazard

Caution: Biohazard

A Story by R. L. Hill
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An experiment gone wrong...

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My fingers tremble as I dial the nob left. My heart screams in frantic thrumps inside my chest as the glass door whirrs closed mere seconds before IT squeals wretched curses at me from the end of the echoing hall. Subconciously, my numbed-from-fear brain raises a silent praise to God for triple-paned glass. Secured as though by melted iron shackles, my feet refuse to move, achored through fear as IT clambers down the hall. Knarled teeth drip with flesh and tears and saliva. Disjointed limbs scramble furiously to carry its distended belly and bulging, viscus eyes toward my translucent barrier. A violent crash splashes blood in wild arches across the door. Twice, three times, four, five, seven...I count the number of headbutts the demon slams into my shield till a shivering crack fires icecicles into my blood stream. IT pauses. The crooked horns weighing down its head glisten with sweat, and the crack within my safety brings a wicked curl to the creature's lips. A vicious growl erupts from the bellows of its empty soul, and I pee my pants. The urine slides down my legs in a slow trickle. Ten, twelve...crack. A lightening-strike fissure creeps through the panes. Behind me is no escape. The facility was not built to allow for freedom. Death " an evil experimented upon by scientists such as myself " was designed to remain trapped. I had locked myself in the biohazard sector with a plan to gas the villain, and the recollection of my goal unchains my ankles. With a quivering hand, I palm the large grey valve till a satisfying click and following hiss of toxins in the hall beyond emit a pale green fog. I watch, crouched in a corner of the rectangularly boxed room, as IT writhes in agony gargling its own fluids in a moment of murderous end. IT slumps upon the concrete, a knotted horn scraping a final screech of misery along the glass as the creature is swallowed up by the subtly emerald atmosphere. I sigh because I believe the nightmare to be over, but a quiet hiss draws my attention. I crawl away from the corner in a timid display of investigative courage to discover a haze of green mist seeping through the crevice of my perceived sanctuary.


© 2016 R. L. Hill



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A very vivid piece you have written and wicked scary, good creative writing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Those bio hazard experiments can be deadly and or may cause horrific experiences. Excellent...:)............

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This would make a nightmare of exquisite depth. Feeling the hot flush of wetness BEFORE knowing you let go of it might increase the sense of horror BUT you DID bring IT - where it needed to go.

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