The Gringe

==WARNING!!!==
This story is government property, trespassers will be shot. It is made for Caramel's writing contest. This may contain gore and bloodshed and LOTS AND LOTS of gruesome deaths, without much detail, so if you are sensitive to ANY of those things, do not read on.
==A note from the author==
This story may be very disturbing to some readers, so I just want to assure you that I am not a bloodthirsty creep, I am perfectly normal, and not insane in any way. The genre was science fiction, so I mixed it with a little horror, and voila, there you have it. Read on, IF YOU DARE.
==Prologue==
"General Sanders, go check on project no.45. The results we have got out of it is impressive, it may be a 'yes'"
"Yes sir, on it sir." Sanders said.
General Bartholomew Sanders was part of the Experiments Unit of the Terrarian Task Force. After it was discovered that aliens did exist, and that they had bad intentions, this Task Force was set up by the UN in 3008. Now, forty years later, Sanders had led the Experimentation Unit to various successes, by creating bio and chemical weapons that were very effective against the aliens.
Sanders, whom his friends called Bart, walked into a pure white building. At the entrance, he waved his hand, and the door opened, after scanning his handprint, and checking his DNA.
He hurried down the hallways, acknowledging several 'Good evening sir' s on the way. He mentally made a note to tell them off for saying that, as there was a storm brewing outside.
He made his way through a maze of corridors, passing doors labelled with numbers. Out of a door labelled 'Experiment no.405, CAUTION, Experienced personnel only' a black sort of gas was leaking out.
Holding his nose, Bart opened the door and hollered, "Rendon! Could you keep that beast under PROPER CONTROL!"
"I'm trying, it's getting stronger. We might have to trash it." came the reply.
"If it looks like we have to trash it." said Sanders, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Use the Whip."
"But s-" Rendon stopped mid-sentence. "Sir, yes sir!" he said.
Satisfied, the General resumed walking. He passed doors, on which the warnings were getting scarier and scarier, until he reached a door labelled with a picture of a man dying a gruesome death.
He passed this one, and crossed over to another door, which simply said, 'Go in here, and we are not responsible for what happens to you.'
Sanders opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
The room was fully lit up, and hunched in a corner was a human, but with streaks of black covering its skin, like tentacles wrapped around its body. Its eyes were blood red, and its hands ended in claws.
Seeing Sanders enter, the human-like creature walked over to him. Suddenly, it changed. His body started enlarging, and his features twisted. Seconds later, there stood a giant creature that looked like a T-rex, but with black goo dumped over it. It threw itself towards Bart. It didn't hit, as there was an invisible barrier between the two, but it was terrifying nonetheless. If there was anybody other than Sanders in that room at that time, they would have ran out screaming "MOMMY!" 
Instead, the General calmly said, "Hello, 45, I see that you have gotten stronger."
"Yes." said 45. It's voice was a mix between an eerie whisper and a rasp. "And soon," it rasped, "I will be strong enough to break free of this cage, and then thou shalt meet thine end."
"Not again." groaned Bart, "Why, Why did we have to put Larry, of all people have to fall into you?"
Experiment no.45 had been created by accident, when a lab worker called Larry had fallen into a tub of Glief, a burning black goo which had been given a primitive brain in order to make it more lethal. At the beginning, everyone assumed that Larry was dead, but one day, he emerged looking like he did now. The thing, labelled 45, had Larry's habit of switching into the Shakespearean dialect at random times, and also had the Glief's killer instinct, making it a pain to handle.
45 laughed, it was clear that it enjoyed irritating them. Sanders, however, paid no attention.
"Snap out of your dream, 45." said the General, "You could never break out of there, and you know it."
"Or could I?" 45 rasped, lowering its voice.
"No." Bart said, sounding sure of himself.
He pressed a button on a wall, and a handle came into view. Sanders took hold of it, and lifted it up. The handle was connected to a rope, but it was made of light.
He raised the whip, and brought it down with a crack on 45's back. As the whip neared the creature's body, it hardened.
The impact left a deep cut on the creatures body. 45 howled in pain, and shrunk back to his original form. It's eyes were now that of a bloodthirsty monster.
"You hurt me." it said, "And now I hurt you."
The creature started to shrink, until it became a puddle of black goo. It dashed towards the barrier, and passed straight through it. It started to grow, changing back to the T-rex like form.
The General's expression changed from neutral to surprised to absolutely terrified. 45 grinned, it was enjoying this.
It lifted Bart up easily, and carried him out of the room. Bart himself was unable to move, he was petrified with fear. 45 crashed through the wall of the building, setting of many alarms.
Outside, night had fallen. It was a full moon night, so the moon illuminated the peaceful water of the canal that flowed beside the building. Tiny waves lapped at the bank of the canal. 45 headed towards the canal.
"You will be pleased to know." rasped 45, "That I have already planned what I will do with you. I will first take you into the canal, and then give you the most gruesome death I can think of in which you don't lose consciousness."
This brought the General back to his senses. He kicked and screamed, but it was no use anymore. 45 jumped into the canal, growing gills as he went inside. He took Sanders with him.
That night, the water of the canal was stained deep red.
==Chapter One==
Jamie was having a perfect day, until the monster arrived.
Jamie Brooks was a 16 year old boy, with blue dyed hair and blue eyes. He was 5'4", with a very thin body. He wasn't particularly good looking, nor was he spectacular at any sport, or at his studies. Just your average American teenager, on an average day,
At six in the morning, Jamie's mother had shaken him awake.
"Wake up Jamie." she whispered, "Have you forgotten the surprise we have planned."
Jamie awoke with a jolt. For a few seconds, he remained befuddled. Then he remembered. Today was his little sister's birthday! He and his mother had stayed up late planning a surprise party for his sister, Tina Brooks. They had invited all her friends, and had thought out a plan to distract her during the preparations for the party.
Groggily, Jamie sat up,. He blinked, trying to act like he wasn't actually sleepy at all.
"Yes, yes, I remember." he said, "But I thought you said it was after school, in the evening."
"Yes, dummy." Jamie's mother said, affectionately, "But you have to take Tina to school, remember?"
"Ohhhh, right." Jamie said, "You go on and wake Tina, I'll get ready."
As his mother walked away, Jamie quickly ran down the corridor outside his room, that led to the first bathroom. He took a quick shower, and then skipped downstairs to the kitchen. Humming along to a tune, he assembled five sandwiches, one for each of his family members, and two for him.
"Hello brother." Tina said.
Tina was a pretty third grader, with blonde hair and brown eyes. She was a stellar performer at academics, and studied at one grade higher than her age.
  
    
Category:Literature
Category:Fiction
Category:Original Stories