The Outcome: The Weekend Freewrite -4/18/2020
Later, she would read that this was the central quality of a monster, his unwavering pattern of needing to be right, his soul-crushing speeches that demolished a person like a cat catching a bird out of flight with its claws.
She followed him into the lab. The lab was empty. Everyone was sent home for the weekend. He needed time alone, time with her and his work. There could be no interruptions.
"Over there," he said stretching out his arm, his blue veins had turned as black as the deepest depths of the ocean when he was dying from cancer just months ago.
Knowing what he was pointing at, the lab assistant did as she was commanded. The tile floor beneath her feet, usually a bright color that reflected a person's image, was as dull as a pencil after long hours of use. Her shoes didn't squeak like normal.
She picked up the vile containing the liquid held inside, a greenish-tan color that stuck to the walls of the vile. As the lab assistant was bringing it over to him, she was tripped up by one of her untied shoelaces. She fell to the ground along with the metal table she tried to use to keep herself from falling and its contents held on it scattered across the floor. She fell on her shoulder hard.
"Be careful, you mindless animal." He strode over to where she laid and searched for the vile, not in the least concerned for her well-being. He found it clutched in her hand safe from harm. "Give it to me."
She let him have it, ignoring the blood that streamed down her cheek. "I'm sorry," she said with her eyes looking at his feet.
He snatched the vile out of her hand.
"You will never be pretty if this goes to waste," he said with a scolding tone of voice. Then, his face lit up; he lifted his arms to the heavens and let out a long whoop, unexpected in a man of such sobriety. "Tonight is the night, bitch."
He picked up a syringe from up off the ground and plunged it into the vile, extracting its contents. When he had sucked out every drop, he held up the syringe and tapped it to remove the air bubbles. Then, without warning, stuck the syringe's needle into her thigh and pressed down on the plunger. When the barrel was empty, he pulled it out and took a couple of steps back. From his lab coat, he pulled out a camera and pressed record.
"This is the day," he began, "that we see if what I've created will turn this bitch, this ungodly woman, into something that is desirable."
She moaned with agony as the liquid coursed through her veins. She let out a light scream as she felt her body parts begin to shrink from the joints. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the liquid made its way into her brain.
He stood in awe, jaw dropped with a little bit of drool streaming down the corner of his mouth. It was happening as he had predicted, as he had imagined all these years. The ugly whore was turning into a being as beautiful as an enchanting princess who wants for nothing due to her looks.
He had created his love. She was going to be his, the last few moments of her transformation confirmed this for him.
The puppy yelped.
The lab supervisor lowered his camera. He flung his arms open expecting that she would jump into them.
She did not. She quietly stood on all fours, gently swaying back and forth as she was getting used to her new form. She cocked her head when she caught sight of her beastly form staring back at her from the back of the metal plate she'd knocked over and onto the ground earlier.
"Come here," he demanded.
She gazed at him like a wolf hiding behind a log getting ready to pounce on its prey.
His breath started to get shallow. "No. No. No. Something isn't right." He took two steps back as she took two steps forward. Taking five more steps back as she followed, his back hit the wall.
Her eyes were magnetizing and he couldn't take his eyes off of hers.
"No. Stop. You're mine. I own you. I created you." His words lacked the confidence he once had. It was like listening to a two-year-old trying to talk his way out of getting into trouble for the candy he stole.
She showed her teeth, drool dripped down the long canines. Her hair stood up on all ends. Her tail was straight as an arrow, aligning with her spine. Her claws, one at a time, clicked and clacked against the floor.
"No. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me."
She stopped her progress forward without taking her eyes off of him. He could see the wheels turning inside that brain of hers. She had plans. He would have to go along with them - this was not the outcome he had imagined or wished for.
The End
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