The initial terror that led to me fainting hadn’t passed yet, but the journalist in me was rearing up its ugly head and urging me to gather information and do something about my predicament. The only reason I am still alive is probably due to my fainting spell, which must have been misinterpreted for death because I have now been placed amongst the dead in the corner. They were all outfitted with Hazmat suits, like the types worn in laboratories that handle dangerous viruses in movies. Whatever they were doing to the other victims must have been horrible because their screams can be heard a mile away and when the bodies are
returned, none came back alive or complete. My guess is that it’s an advanced secret government laboratory where illegal human experiments are performed and we the captive’s are the test subjects or worse guinea pigs. As more screams rent the room and the other caged captives whimpered and pleaded I frantically looked around the room in the hope of finding an escape. The last I remember was going back home from jack’s place after the usual nightly “no strings attached” sex, and the next is of waking up on gurney surrounded by people holding syringe, stethoscope, scissors, scalpels and other instruments that I didn’t recognize, that picture reminded me of my first ever surgery that developed for me my childish terror for hospitals. I had an appendectomy at a tender age of twelve and a nephrectomy two years later after I was involved in a fatal accident. That first experience with excruciating pain coupled with the injections, the forever present choking smell of drugs and the ever lingering hospital odor that reminds one of death caused me to develop a phobia for hospitals and thus led to my fainting when I woke to and thought I was in a hospital surrounded by doctors. My escape and survival is the topmost on my mind, how I would come back here later for a reconnoiter and investigation if I succeed, then write a book about it to expose the government’s evil actions for all to see and eventually every journalist dream, win the prestigious Pulitzer award. I was still weaving a portion of my unformulated plan when six men in protective suits walked in and started carrying away the dead bodies which were in different stages and level of mutilation, some had their skulls sawed open and brains removed, others had their eyes removed, one man’s body had a gaping hole in his chest region where the heart was supposed to be, another woman was disemboweled and so on. When it got to my turn i was lifted up and carried passed a doorway where I caught a glimpse of a lady lying down on a bed with a what looked like a life support machine connected to her, and my heart almost stopped beating because I thought the face looked like…….. But before I could take a closer look I was carried away through a network of corridors till we found our way outside. It was dark and I was dumped in the back of a big odd military looking vehicle, when they left I looked around hoping to find any means of escape but discovered to my disappointment that the vehicle was guarded. Twenty minutes later after more bodies had been loaded up, the automobile started up and another identical vehicle rolled up behind us and followed as we began our ascent up a rocky terrain, it was thirty minutes of the worst ride in my life because the road was steeply and I kept on getting tossed around with the dead.
We arrived at the edge of a big rocky cave and the men in the two vehicles alighted, some took defensive stances around our perimeter with weapons raised and guarded as the others began to lift our body from the vehicle to the cold rocky ground. When the bodies had been deposited they all entered the vehicles and drove away, but before they left my imagination played yet another tricks on me again but I brushed it aside and concluded that it must be the side effect of the drugs administered to me when I was abducted. First, for a moment back at the lab I thought the girl I saw lying on the bed was me and now I though the face of one of my captors that I had briefly glimpsed was that of Sean Carter. I was still pondering this when I heard a growl from inside the cave, then I heard another from behind me, then another and another till the growling was coming from all around me and it began to sound like the screaming of a banshee. I was scared shitless that I could not move and when a scream threatened to escape my mouth I stifled it quickly when i heard a lot of struggles, cries, snapping, bone crunching and flesh tearing. I was by now in panic and ready to bolt when I looked up. Right in front of me and out of nowhere stood a monstrosity of unimaginable dimension. It defied the very laws of nature and it stank of rotten flesh and sweat. It was about 6ft 4, it had a broad shoulder and it had this uncanny resemblance with man but with a slightly hunched back and a mighty head that had a bloody snout with fangs. It was also scarred and naked with an impossibly large manhood that drooped in between its legs. When I looked around me and discovered that there were many more like it feeding on the dead I let out a heart wrenching scream that reverberated all over the mountain and forced the sleeping birds around to take flight.
The leader of the troop that dumped the bodies was deep in troubled thoughts when he was interrupted by her screams. He let out a little chuckle, shook his head and wondered how the human girl could think she had fooled them into believing she was dead, considering her fate at the hands of their mutated brothers she would have been better off dead. They were the genetic anomaly of their race; They could never live normal lives and therefore lived in caves on the mountains. The mutation has been unexplained for a millennial and till this day they still dedicate a large amount of resources to the research. Their cannibalistic relative were a very vicious sort who hated their guts because they are a constant reminder of what they should have been. So to prevent attacks from them they are appeased with raw flesh and the occasional human women to satisfy their insatiable carnal desires, the woman would then be passed around and raped repeatedly for days to no end by the whole pack then eaten after she dies. Half a century ago we made a scientific serendipitous breakthrough that bridged a lot of gaps in our medical field. We discovered that we were not alone, another plane almost identical to ours existed and it was called earth by its inhabitant, they were ignorant of our existence and we all had a double in this opposite plane although with slight differences. The happiest news was that their internal organs were a perfect fit for our anatomy. So a harvest committee was set up to deal with the discreet abduction of humans and sales of an organ whenever their double on our own plane needed a transplant. It’s unfortunate that the girl screaming already had a simple nephrectomy where all of one of her kidney was surgically removed years ago and the remaining part is now cancerous, so her double who happened to be the Secretary General of the federation’s only daughter can’t get a replacement for her kidney that was completely damaged in a ghastly accident yesterday.


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