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I Was Gonna Be Their Father (G/t)

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I Was Gonna Be Their Father

Prologue

The Republic of Balboway

February 2003

Donna watched as the group of cells developed in the agar dish that she had been observing. She had done it. She had finally done it. After several issues with finding funding, being ridiculed and having only one member of staff, Donna had managed to design what she hoped would be the next big breakthrough in the world of war technology. She had created a bioweapon. A form of life that could be used to take out entire armies using its cell reproduction power. However the experiment was still lacking in one key area.

“Damn it, the cell growth is still too slow, one cell per day is not going to cut it”, complained Donna as she shook the sample in the dish, “If we do not speed up the process, the weapon is useless!”

“Indeed”, mumbled a deep, yet feminine voice. It was Donna’s assistant and close friend Malaika. The dark skinned woman scrutinised another sample of the bioweapon, trying to contemplate the reason as to why the cells were not growing as fast as they were supposed to. They had both spent the night in their private lab that they had managed to build and hide in a secluded area.

“And we cannot sell this snail of a weapon to anyone”, concluded Malaika.

“What else could we do to make it faster?” asked Donna as she set her sample back in the cell safe, “I’ve tried adding different compounds, changing the controlled environment but neither of those had a decent effect.”

Malaika, who desperately wanted to complete this project, shared the same frustrations with her friend. This experiment had to be perfected. The both of them would go down in history for their work. Imagine, two female scientists developing and implementing the next wave of efficient weaponry since nuclear bombs. They would make billions from the cells by selling the weapon to governments all around the world. It would show all the sexists, racists and naysayers who had been giving them a hard time. They could have all of the fame, fortune and more. The key to their dreams was within their grasp, but this issue of slow asexual reproduction was kicking their hopes down.

Malaika almost crushed the sample in her grasp at the thought of all the exciting things that were waiting for them behind this obstacle. Now all they had to do was overcome it, but they did not know how.

“You know what?” said Donna as she took off her lab coat and let down her red hair, “I think I need to see something other than this lab right now. Wanna come with me?”

Malaika sighed and dropped her sample dish on the metal table in front of her. Seeing the trees and flowers outside their base would do her some good. She tossed her own lab coat beside Donna’s and they both headed out to get a breath of fresh air and to ponder further on the solution to their current scientific dilemma.

Unfortunately, neither of them had noticed the exposed weapon sample that Malaika had forgotten to stash in the cell safe.

Malaika and Donna’s base was in a forest area, where no one could come looking for them. The main downside of this was that they constantly had to deal with bugs and mice getting in the way of their work. Once the two ladies left, a wild mouse came out of hiding, in search of food.

The mouse scurried close to the table where the sample was left. Its sharp nose picked up the rather slimy stench and followed it. The mouse scurried up the table and soon found itself right beside the very dish that Malaika had abandoned. The blackish-green cells resembled any old gunk that the mouse could have found growing on a trashcan. The mouse had only just brushed the strange substance with its pink nose, when it instantaneously retreated and began to squeak in pain.

Meanwhile, Malaika and Donna were sprinting back to their lab to save the poorly stored sample. Donna was yelling all kinds of profanities and insults at her friend, the kindest of the lot being stupid, incompetent, careless, worthless and idiotic.

“That sample had better be in perfect condition when we get back oh so help me I will drive a knife through your neck”, screeched Donna as she pushed past the branches in her way.

“Oh will you just shut up! We still have that spare sample and it’s not like you came up with a way to make it duplicate faster so stop being such a huge b*** about it already”, retorted Malaika, tired of her friends backlash. She was aware that she had made a stupid mistake, there was no need to rub it in her face.

Malaika was the first to get back to the lab. She bust he door open and ran to the table, only to halt at what was before her eyes. Donna soon followed and came in, gasping for air from her unplanned sprint. On scanning the table, she too was taken aback.

On their table, beside their sample, lay what looked like it was once the body of a mouse. The body twitched, showing that it was alive but it was completely covered in the cells that it had encountered. They pulsated and moved across the mouse’s body, making it look like it was covered in mould.

Donna walked up beside her friend as the both stood in awe of what they had discovered.

“The cells… they need a living biological host in order to thrive and multiply at rapid speed”, whispered the red-haired woman.

“And you had the audacity to call me an idiot on our way here”, stated Malaika as she smirked in mockery of her lab partner, “Without my ‘incompetence’, we wouldn’t have found this out as soon as we did.”

“I take it all back”, screamed Donna as she violently embraced her friend. They both jumped up and down like excited schoolgirls. They had made their breakthrough.

“So now, the only way we could use this weapon is to administer it to a living being and have that living being infect others with its cells”, reasoned Malaika.

“From what I see, the mouse wasn’t able to control the cells that infested it. What we need to do is make the cells reactive to neural signals. In other words, the living being will have full control and won’t be consumed by the cells on contact or exposure”, continued Donna.

“I am going to get started on that”, declared Malaika, “The final piece of the puzzle would be to find a subject to make our patient zero. Should we use a human patient or a giant person like us?”

“We’ll use a giant”, replied Donna as she pulled out her phone, “the average human is about 5 inches tall, we could infect them and the cells could cover their body and kill them immediately like they killed the mouse. We need a nice a big fella and I know where to find one.”

Malaika got started on the cell modifications whilst Donna dialled the number of an old friend of hers.

Two weeks later…

“You have no idea how much I owe you for doing this for me”, whispered Donna as she crept through the hidden corridor at the back of the prison.

She was being directed by her friend Tony. Tony worked as a prison warden at one of the local prisons that was very poorly regulated. It was easy to get prisoners in and out for several reasons.

“Think nothing of it Donna”, assured Tony, “We are not doing anything with these convicts and most of them have no reason to get released. It will be easy for me to find a guy for you to use.”

“Woah there, I don’t want any old alcoholic druggie convict who can barely function. I want a big, strong man with at least a half-decent head on his shoulders.”

Tony frowned as he processed Donna’s statement. That had just made this job a lot more difficult. Finding someone who was sober and drug-free was rare enough already in the prison, so finding someone that was clean and somewhat “well-behaved” at the same time was highly unlikely.

“But Donna, you do not need an angel to help you do some heavy lifting, do you? Surely any old convict could handle the big boxes just fine” questioned the warden.

Donna swallowed nervously and put on her best poker face. “I know it’s a tall order but think of the cause. Do you really want me let an unstable man into my home?” pleaded Donna, not wanting her friend to back down on helping her out.

“No I don’t”, said Tony, conceding to his friends pleas, “I think I know one particular guy that could help you out actually. He and I talk quite frequently, so I think he should be okay.”

“Perfect! Thanks Tony”, said Donna as she placed a small kiss on Tony’s cheek, causing the burly warden to smirk.

“No problem. Now let’s go and find my prison buddy, Victor.”

Victor was a tall, broad, 30-year-old man with a good amount of muscle on him. His hair was brown and long enough to come down to the middle of his neck. He had been convicted for the murder of his wife. He had killed her in a fit of rage after he found out that she had been the reason why they had been denied the opportunity to adopt a child. He had been occupied on a business trip and she had attended the orphanage proprietor’s meeting drunk.

He sat quietly on the floor of his cell, humming to himself as he looked at the wall facing him. It was not a bland prison wall. For his good behaviour, Tony, as well as a few of the other wardens, had brought him different magazines, books and stationery for him to use and entertain himself.

They had started off with providing him with men’s magazines that were filled with sexy pictures, but those were not what he really wanted. He loved the magazines and papers that had pictures of happy families in them. He cut those pictures out and, over the years, had covered a section of his wall in pictures happy kids and their parents. They perfectly represented what he had wanted before he got sent to prison.

“Admiring your wall again, Vick?” asked the kind voice that Victor knew as Tony.

“Indeed I am”, he replied as he adjusted his shirt. He walked up to the bars, only to be shocked by the presence of a woman that he had never seen before. Victor exhaled in frustration. “Tony, I thought I told you that I am not going to do any crimes for anyone, no matter how much they are paying.” His cold gaze shifted to red-haired woman, who was clearly unfazed by the large man’s threats.

Donna smirked and even almost laughed at Victor’s display. Once he found out what she actually wanted from him, he wouldn’t be acting so macho.

“I’m not here to get you to do any crimes. I just need help with moving some particularly heavy things and the mover service here is too expensive. Surely you would like to help a little lady, wouldn’t you?”

Victor’s features visibly softened on hearing the woman’s request. That sounded fine to him. He could get out for a little while, exercise a bit and help this woman

“Okay then, I’ll come along”, said Victor calmly, “Is there anything I’ll need?”

“Yeah bring your shaving kit with you. You are going to be at mine for a long while.”

So it was settled. That evening, Donna and Tony snuck Victor out of the prison and she escorted him, handcuffed back to the lab. Once they arrived, she introduced him to Malaika and sat him down.

“Okay Victor. I am going to brief you on the real reason that I brought you here. Malaika and I are scientists. We have been developing something special that we want to sell to the world”, began Donna as she sat on one of their tables.

Victor’s breathing became rapid. His palms were sweaty and his eyes began to dart around in search of an escape. “So you want to experiment on me?” asked the petrified man.

“No! You can relax, we are not experimenting on you”, assured Malaika. “We have developed a biological weapon that can only be used when it is being controlled by a thinking host. We need you to be that host. You would become a hero! You would be able to redeem yourself from the crime that you committed and make the three of us rich in the process. Are you interested?”

Victor blinked twice in curiosity after receiving this information. Either these two women were deranged and were about to inject poison into his system or they were on the brink of something extraordinary.

He looked at each of the two ladies carefully. They did not look like quack doctors. He considered the power that this thing could give him. No one would be able to get in his way anymore. If they got rich, then he would have the money to get a family for himself. Finally.

“Okay. Lay it on me. You can inject me with the weapon. Worst case scenario, I die”, said Victor.

“Trust me”, confirmed Donna, twirling a syringe in her hand, “You won’t die”. Soon, the syringe was in contact with Victor’s skin and the weapon was in his bloodstream.
Surprise!!! And the next adventure begins. This is the story inspired by Resident Evil 7! Comments and Critiques are much appreciated! Let me know what you think Hug :happybounce: Heart 

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tp32's avatar
WOW !! Great start !! I like the cliffhanger !!