Evil Begets Evil

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“So… umm,” the woman swallows hard, “what do we tell Mr. Stough?”

The man beside her scratches his head, causing little pieces of dandruff to fall down onto his white lab coat.

“I guess we have to tell him the truth,” he tells his partner.

He bends down and rests his left hand on the body lying on the floor. He checks the neck one final time for any sign of a pulse.

“The experiment failed,” he shakes his head with a sigh.

The woman crosses her arms with worry.

“The subject is dead,” he continues. “We never even knew his name.”

“We’re going to get fired,” the woman complains.

The man looks over the battered form of the dead man on the floor. Blood pools around the body, especially near the larger cuts in the legs and arms. Several large purple welts streak across the man’s back. The remains of the shredded clothing lay strewn across the floor of the room amongst the sprayed drops of the man’s blood.

“We murdered this man,” he says with growing horror. “I can’t believe it!”

“We’re going to get fired,” the woman repeats.

Her partner turns his head to look up at her.

“Is that all you can say?” His voice quakes in exasperation. “We just killed a man and you’re only concerned about losing your job?”

The woman gasps and covers her mouth with her right hand.

“You’re right!” She cries. “I can’t believe it! I’m going to lose my condo, too!”

The man’s horror turns to rage as he watches his partner’s reaction. His face wrinkles with fury as he pulls his left hand back to strike her.

However, he finds that he cannot throw his punch. Amazed, he turns to find his arm held back by the hand of the man on the floor. Looking down the length of the bloody arm, he locks eyes with the man who was supposed to be dead. The hand on his arm releases it grip and darts to his throat much too quickly for him to see.

He would have yelled out to his partner to trigger the restraints. However, that would have required the usage of his larynx.

The woman steps backward, unable to take her eyes off of the subject of her experiment. His eyes were so much different than before. When the man had been brought in as a test subject, he had been so drunk and addle-brained that she doubted the experiment could ever be a success. The experiments had shown him to be a poor test subject, yielding much too quickly to pain and often passing out due to being a free-bleeder. He was human garbage in her eyes, and she never felt any pity for helping to clean the streets of trash.

However, it would appear that she was wrong. Standing in front of her while holding her partner aloft in a one-handed choke hold, the test subject’s cracked lips pull apart and stretch into a menacingly bloody smile.

Before she can turn to run, the test subject swings her partner into her, knocking her to the floor. Then with both hands, he takes his first victim and swings him back and over his head, bludgeoning the woman to death with the body of her partner.