The world moves ever forward changing as it goes, the Earth is used to change. So if the life that lives on it, however man is the only creature to use the forward movement of time to his advantage. Of course it is never good for the to believe that have complete control over where progress is going.
There were glittering silver buildings, hovering cars, and the idea of a perfect like just like in the movies. Society was advanced, there were no poor, no hungry, no homeless and as the high civil council said the world was perfect. There was just one small problem, sickness. For many years it has been kept under wraps, but the further the doctors went with cures the more aggressive the diseases became. People would disappear, so it was said, and a clone was put in place to make sure the majority remained unaware.
But even this easy fix was starting to fail, more people were getting sick and even worse more people were taking notice. So it was because of this that scientists along with doctors were hired by the civil council to figure out every part of these mutated diseases. Months into the project and things were not looking up, keeping the disease cells in a deep freeze as was usually done was not good for research. They were so complex that the scientists knew they had to see them in action to know what was going on.
So they were built.
Those odd mere husks of people, empty shells used to simulate human life and allow the research team a look into how to stop them. However, things took a turn the scientists did not intend. With no true brain to send out signals the diseases began to mutant and grow. Soon the one husks only meant to house the diseases became true embodiments of the diseases, controlled by a mutation caused by man's own curiosity.
My name is DI – 83, I am one of these creatures. I am a mutation of the disease that once destroyed nearly thirty-three percent of the european population. A disease that became so easy to treat but is now smart enough to create a species of it's own. The scientists now keep us strapped down to cold metal tables, to ensure our own safety. That is what they tell us in the slowest of tones, but I see the squirm in their eyes. Every time my own yellow orbs shift lazily inside their sockets it sends a shiver through them. My husk of a body may have looked human once, but besides basic forms I don't look much like a human anymore.
Weather from the multiple tests or just the disease deciding to spite humanity even more I have really no idea. The disease may have been smart enough to actually form life in me, but I am left to learn things on my own. So I have, for the years I have been in here watching the march of evolution go forward. They have machines now, supposed miracle machines. They cure the sick with one treatment, but I know better.
There is something lying dormant within those now healthy people, but for now it just waits and so do I. Waiting for a chance to be let out of this prison that has held me. Away from the people who think they now have complete control. Man has never had complete control, and even when they think they do somewhere there is death because of it.
My name is DI - 83, a product of human control. A product of unnatural evolution in this world. I gaze up from my from my cold prison to see the faces looking down at me, eyes enlarged by the goggles they were and crisp white clothes pulled over their mouths. The cool steel of a needle goes into my stomach but I hardly feel it, or the cool sting of the cotton swab that comes after. All I can see are those masked faces.
They mock me at night when I can't sleep, and during the day the sound of their droning voices makes my new feeling of hatred rise. I will show them what can happen if you pretend to have control. I am growing stronger.
The sun sank low over the hills causing the sun's rays to slowly dip into the grass and float their last golden rays across a pond. The water splashed and scattered away as a horse entered the pond and dipped his head down to drink, the rider heaved a sigh before sliding from the horse. He looked around tipping his hat up before looking at the young girl who was riding behind him on a white stallion. “I think this is as far as we can go tonight ma'am.” he said holding out a hand to help her down. She looked around flattening out her dress “Well I suppose it will have to do won't it...”
The man's brow was soon glistening with sweat as if he was the one to have set up the tents and set up the fire that now crackled cooking a freshly skinned rabbit. The skin cracked, red juices slid from the body and dripped into the fire, the man waved off the servants who were only too glad to leave their master to his meal. The young woman sat in her tent as she wrote the events of the day down in her journal, this was going to be a long trip.
The man sat outside still by the fire an ink pen held in his heavy hand, the man continued his account of the several people reported missing from his town, and the couple who had been found but been deemed insane. The small down was not used to such a thing, that didn't just happen but no one seemed to have the answers, all that they seemed to know was the people kept blabbering on about yellow eyes until they were sent into hysterics.
However, it was enough to cause his employer to want his daughter in town with some of her relatives where it was safer. The girl was stubborn, spoiled, and loud just what he needed on a long trip.
The man looked up as his horse suddenly began to paw the ground and rear nervously pulling at his tether frantically. The horse was old and it wasn't like her to act so skittish, she moved around the spot where she was tied up prancing a light step her ears flat against her head. Rubbing his eyes the old man sighed and shook his head “Whole world is going insane.” he grumbled as he tore off a chunk of the rabbit that was now cooked enough to ebb away fear of infection. The horse was in the shadow of the fire so the old man could not see as the horse suddenly stopped it's movement and then stood perfectly still, the old man merely thought it a blessing from God that he no longer had to hear that racket.
“Hard to find kill when it gets this dark...you must be a fine hunter.” The sudden voice caused the man to reach for his gun and look to his left where at the edge of the fire stood a man, he looked to be in his late twenties.
The younger man held up his hands “I didn't mean to startle you, I don't know this land and I got lost in the dark...I saw your fire...” Giving another hog like snort the older man put his gun down “Visitors ain't got any business coming this far out...” he traced his eyes over the mans clothing noticing no wear meaning he was either wealthily or from the city “You're more likely to get yourself killed out here boy.” He waved his meaty hand at the other side of the fire motioning for the young man to sit. His eyes narrowed a bit but he sat as the older man instructed as if contemplating the proper response to the man's motions.
“All you city folk come down here and don't know a thing about what ya'll are doing and get lost, we have to come and find you.” the man grunted spitting a small bone to the ground “Of course you are right sir.” said the young man with a slight nod his eyes following him closely as he watched the old mans cheek chows flopping as he continued to badger the young man without letting him speak for a long while.
“Your...town must think you very wise.” said the young man with a small smile as he looked at the older man with more interest “You must know a lot about this land...” The old man looked at him before laughing “Boy you really ain't from around here are you? Course I know this land ain't nobody who lives out here who doesn't even the servants.” he laughed slapping his leg as he wiped his hands off on a handkerchief far too delicate for his meaty figure. The young man let a chuckle out, though if it was forced the elder man didn't comment, the younger rubbed his chin slightly “Well I meant, the land as in the way it works the resources it has...I am sorry I have no knowledge of the farmer...I am from the city and unknowledge as you said...”
The old man paused cocking an eyebrow, the expression made even greater by the dark shadows the fire cast on his skin “There are plants and water, what more do you need to know? You act as if you were just born yesterday.” he gave a repetitive snort the kind that any person would note as a very annoying trait of a very lofty individual.
The younger man however smiled and leaned closer “You are intriguing and I must wonder, what are you doing out here...” his eyes cast over the sleeping servants “You don't seem the type to be homeless and trying to make your way.” Lifting his hat the wipe his head the man formed a reply behind his handkerchief as he wiped the sweat from his upper lip “Some strange things have been goin' on in my town and I have a mind to report it to a man I know up in the city, he has connections to the government you see and he will be able to straighten this out. They may not know anything about the backwoods but they know about the strange things, can't have anymore people going crazy.” Nodding the young man looked up a bit “Yes that would be a shame to loose more lives.”
The guest winced as the older man's laugh came out in a burst as he shook his head “Those people they will be replaced, but this looks bad on me if I don't even know what is going on in my own town.” he shook his head “Women, don't have the brains not to go out and get themselves killed. Home that is where they belong.” The younger man let out a slow chuckle that did not sound quiet right and caused the elder man to look up “They were quiet helpful to my collection of knowledge...” said the younger man. Eyes narrowing the old man reached for his fire arm again, it is said that even the most narrowed minded of humans can tell when someone is not right “What did you say your name was boy?” The older man said his hand slowly moving to where his gun was. The younger man chuckled as he got closer “I didn't but if you are going to be so stubborn I can find out just as easily as I found out with those...what did you call them....women...” The elder man gasped fumbling for his gun as his guest's eyes suddenly began to widen turning yellow as his mouth widened stretching the skin with the sickening sound of tearing skin.
Th commotion woke the two servants and the young woman from their sleep, they stared bug-eyed as the creature latched onto the old man's head. The two servants turned and ran their cries ringing out into the dark. The old man screamed at a pitch so high his veins began to pop out as the blood began draining from his skull. The creature shook the old man, but for all his girth the old man managed to break free and grab his shot gun. The young woman suddenly ran forward and grabbed a piece of wood half sticking out of the fire and struck the creature with it. The creature hissed and stopped in his pursuit of the old man “You make a grave mistake girl!” he spat the thick saliva hanging off of his teeth as he did. The young woman gasped and pulled back quickly but not before the creatures claw like fingers latched into her. He cry was cut short and the brittle snap of her neck ended her life and sent her to the ground.
Three shots rang through the dark before all that remained was silence. The old man had been right the open land was dangerous to those ignorant to what was out there. It would take a day for the officers from the city to find his two servants both shot, and another for them to find the old man wandering the open land raving about his words being sucked straight from his head. They were pointed in the right direction by a young man in fine attire who said he had come out to learn more of the land when he found the older man in hysterics, and pointing a gun at his head.
“Such a shame,” the young man had commented “I'm sure he was a fine man...”