the cage

waves of mutilation..

He grew more impossibly alone with each day fading into the grey of forgotten life, crumbling, crinkling with desoltate parts � creating misshaped lumps festering with death and disease taking place of what possibly could have been a limb, a head, a brain. Mindlessly raped of what dignity it barely mustered from abuse withstood, begging only to die for humanities sake. Crying ruby blood and bleeding acid rain, screaming begging, swearing that it will die in vain.
        The maimed mangled plastic shattered into flesh, photosynthesizing in the eyes of the gardener. Mechanically inclined to gear the robot movements it is only created for. The flesh melting to a substance not even recognized, swirling with only black death.
When passing into a dream like state, only the chaos of the minds most hidden faces, screaming out, begging to be shown, appear. All is beautiful, intensified to a point beyond structural outlines that make sense, to, large and flowing, for the mind to hold. Delirium is ecstasy that is when this state is reached.
Sitting alone in the bed far to large for just one, the emptiness of not comprehending is let out. Alone Crying. With nowhere to go but up, up, up he needs to reach. With no ways or means of transportation, chasing nothing in this state of misery he will lay, lie to himself that nothing is wrong.
        Beat broken and destroyed, insanity seeping out making him an empty shell.
How can this pretending continue?
        Forcing his eyes shut he began to get, just one minute of peace- of something else taking over. Not quiet sure what he felt besides the empty hopelessness, nothing could get through.
It will be over just as soon as he closed his eyes, just as soon as he closed his eyes.
Shivering with relentlessness his breathe came out in tried huffs of hazy exhaust.
Fake light snaking through the blinds
Getting up to freeze it away- shutting himself in with a secure yank; nothing more was able to get into the room so dearly hidden with caution. His eyes adjusted to the nothing encompassing him in.
Empty pages of meaningless words screamed at him, jeered at his failed attempts. Yet another thing beating against him, breaking him down into a bigger pile of useless remedies.
Why was everything so final and death like staring back at him with a grim smile of evil intentions.
Sitting back down, he hugged himself with numb anesthesia. A breeze of staleness blew through, coming from nowhere, going to no place- slightly lingering in the layers of his curtains, disrupting his previous effort of trying to place things where they fit in the puzzle. If only he had a place to fit, cast away with soggy catharsis only rejection was completely known to him.
Yet again, mindlessly making his way to the soul eyed window to the world of the unknown, he closed to reopen the magnifying glass that tempted to peer in on him.
Eyes of drugged velocity peered in at him from every direction. Blink-less and starring with the keenest attention, he screamed and stumbled back, hitting his head and falling away dizzy with apprehension, to a state of unconsciousness��.
�Knowledge is light. Seeing is truth. Changing for the better is moral. It may take a few mess up on the way, but it is all it the name of a good cause. It is ethical, for the fact that in the end we shall be the one saving life, not destroying it more.� He droned these words on mechicnalally, the fourth time he had said them in the matter of only 2 hours. Bringing bribing, interns in, was not the hard part. It was keeping them after they have seen what really goes on, is what got them. � In the name of science we will prosper. We will have to control of modifying the unborn individuals traits it has when being born.� He yawned.
�Is that almost like playing God?� Asked a bright-eyed individual, clad in a white robe and safety goggles, making him undisghiusable from any of the other students standing in the rows of two besides him. He looked around, bored at how many times he was asked this very question. � Certainly not-� he said with onimnsenient authority. �God gave us the ability to think and inventing. To create and make things better. By the technology that we have obtained that we had been gifted with from God, he gives us his consent to better able things he has poorly placed on this earth. Therefore it would be a sin to not help, for the welfare of all other humans, to not modify something and make it better. Potential is always there, morality is indeed a question, but of to whom it is missing from, and that would be that of the people who are against DNA modification and engineering.� His eyes scanned the workers all diligently moving together, an assembly line of progression towards this brighter future. He smiled, showing his perfectly false white teeth, chiseled to perfection, ready to cue a smile when needed. He hit his hands lightly against his legs, ringing like a metal bell, and got even happier thinking about what he was to do later. As soon as these questions were done being answered, he would be doing what he had looked forward to all morning. He was going to start testing again.
The lab screamed out to him, like a lost lover looking for warmth begging for attention and his hands itched to caress the cold metal skin, molded perfectly to his large scaly hands. He couldn�t take the need anymore. He signaled over his assistant to take over and briskly contrivance like away.
The cold bite into his skin and he sighed with pleasure, loving the feeling that this happened. Sparking him into shock he finally felt calm as he could control.
He had the life of an almost born something spread before, living only to see the plastic world around it, cold and molded by the choices of others. Next to it, sat a beaker of bleak soggy substance, teeth cutting through, making an abrasive strike. Limbs stuck out of other bins, careless strewn here and there. Pieces missing from pieces missing from pieces, barely making up anything at all whereas other pieces had yet more pieces placed on top of pieces creating havoc and beauty in his black eyes. Pulsating with need, he turned around and looked at the crystal bobbles almost floating in a farouche manner, trying to escape from the darkness engulfing it. Many eyes, filled with colourless gloom, tuning the shades of
He heated up an early embryo as so it could be complete in reproducing. Using a recombinant substance to speed up the aging process, the form began to rapidly grow green and large. The Gundam seed born child next to it screamed out as mutilation of the growing thing next to it began sprouting limbs from the belly, punching through the skin of the legs to create yet more legs. Skin shredding moist paper, dropping into the container in which it sat. A tornado of orange dripping acid from the green mutilation. Throat bulging and begging for a drink, Dr Hassen smiled and positioned himself to watch the theater production before him. �Norrrrrr� it mumbled, pleading for mercy. The Dr. added a chemical that filled the stale air with a metical smell. Rolling from the container thick and hot it cried out again �plizzz!!!� �Well now that you are diseased, I must try to fix you� he thought with inclination. The substance caused the thing to scream out louder so he flipped a switch and a cage of confinement crashed down around this bubbling mess.
�Sing for me now birdie.� Hassen said.
The little creature next to it, still yelping out in terror shuddered away and was quite, hearing the malicious in the Drs voice. Its cherub figure shook with apprehension. He placed himself back up against the counter of the lab, as the cadged was immobile and fingers of one of many limbs scrapped for air. �Need some water?� He asked softly. It croaked out and he filled a cup with vitamin-enhanced liquid and squirted into the dark slits of the cage. It screeched out, and Hassen stopped, laughing, knowing that the vitamins would melt through the film like wrap that enclosed him together. �Guess I�ll have to fix that also.�
Smoking swirled around him as he opened his eyes, realizing the brutality in which he had played with, limbs weakened he stumbled back into darkness wishing only for water to quench his thirst�
So what if they weren�t diseased, he was sure that in the near future many of these so-called bodies of people would be ruined and infectious. He was just helping out. Those innocent eyes, watery and orange watched him as he circled the lab wondering how to advance what he had begun the previous day. He had made much progress from a month ago. He figured out how to protect the body from having any torn skin lacerations, but the side effect being that capillaries due to capillaries hepaica would occur, but these organism would formulate on the outside inside, pulling with it the certain organ on which it inhabited. His experiment had growing lumps inside out, making it impossible for it to move and scarcely able to breath.
� Don�t worry little guy.� Hassen looked down at the bumpy lump placed before him, the only movement visible was the large heart that was shoved right over its ribs. The skin translucent and showing ever beat it took, scared that any beat could be its last, for its audience was seemingly far from kind.
        �Your parents didn�t want you anyways and the world population is far to high as to be healthy for anyone. So in your favor, I am actually helping you. This world is messed up � He was in a conundrum for the fact that he could not cut any of these capillaries off due to the advancement of the laceration resistant so called skin, but he could not work with the skin with these lumps. So he walked away from the meek heart body looking back only for an instant. It was only going to die, but did he really do anything to benefit anyone. Of course he instantaneously thought, he just advanced to cut less skin. He just made infallible skin. With a transcendental out look, he figured he was helping out in the long run.
The heart pulsed slowed, alone in the dark, beating for help in its impotent exposed state. The clocks� tick seemed to speed up to slowing time down�
        He woke up again, wondering what in his right mind he was thinking. He did not even remember what had got him into science, but all he could think about was his love for science. These occurrences, this job that he had worked at years ago seemed to flutter through his brain everyday. He though constantly about all the lives he could have saved with his genetic engineering, all the modifying he had accomplished. He had thought he had done something good, but he still yet had it in the back of his head that something was wrong.
It seemed to haunt him, every step, breath, feeling or lack of therefore he had, was shadowed by those glowing eyeless mumps of flesh only he could distinguishable as a face. Limbs seemed to pop out around ever corner, crack and space, threatening to grab out at him. Shredding him to pieces, if he got to close. He stood in the kitchen corner, the walls dripping with violence. The smell of raw bloody meat surrounded him and he looked down to see his lower body chopped off, dying his floor an iridescent red. Two legs turning to three to four to seven. He screamed and blinked and his legs were back on him. His light began to flicker and he looked up and saw his ceiling moving up, as if someone large was above him, pulling it off as one would a shoebox. In place of his regular ceiling light, a pulsating light shone in, stinging his eyes with a vesicant taste. The light got closer and began burning his irises away, he tried shutting them, but they seemed to be forced open with an unseen hand gluing them open. Sizzling was heard and the smell of delicious cinnamon buns filled the air. Screaming in pain as knifes began to hit the back of his skull he tried cover his eyes with his hands but failed at that also. An invisible weight held him in place. Instantly in a chair, pinned with cold metal in a position of lying down, the light now burned his skin turning him red then black then green. His throat closed as bulging lumps swelled off of him. He itched, as bugs seemed to cover his body, eating slowly away at him, the sound of chewing filling his head. He started bubbling and melting, he screamed as he arms fell to the ground, and swirled away on his black and white perfectly scrubs floor. His legs fell away from him and melted, running Paran� along the cracks and squares of the design. He was out of the chair and being pulled up towards the light. Now he was cold and shivering with cold number than death. Tweezers twice his size came down at him from the abyss above him, ending with the sharpened tip angled at his neck. The quickly cut and popped his head off, he watched as his body trickled down into the puddle below him. Still flesh coloured and mixing in. The liquid that was once his body, began to slowly swish beneath him, in a slow circle, getting faster and faster. A gapping hole opened in the middle of the floor sucking all the contents into the drain. His head was dropped and he fell completely in. Landing in the darkness below he was full again. He heard un- bearable ear piercing moaning echoing from the emptiness around him. Forms and shapes appeared around him, messed and bloody, aching and swelling. A cage fell around him, momentarily protecting him from the advance beings that looked familiar. They were the people he had worked on; they were the ones he had modified.
� Yes modified us.� One spoke with rusty bark reading Hassen's mind. The lips fell from the face but continued talking
�Modified us to what though. Death, disease, the epitome of pain-�� In the name of science, I was helping out the common good-� Hassen cried
�Birdie, dear, its not your turn to talk. Common good you say. Well you were not helping anything out. Mortality, where is your heart. It is gone like ash in the wind. And since you do not seem to have one, I believe we shall just literally remove the one that seems to occupy you.�
Hassen screamed and threw his hand over himself, trying to cover his body from being seen. � Don�t think just cause you cover yourself, that we can not see you.� He looked down at his body and realized that it had turned opaque. � We see everything. We saw everything. As you were shameless testing, or rather killing, we watched with cautious eyes. We begged for mercy for our fellow coterie, but did you listen?� The being walked closer. �No, you did not listen at all, you laugh at us pleading even. Now who is the one laughing? Sing for us birdie, fly away.� Hassen struggled as the bars around him got tighter and tighter packing, making him function like clock gears spinning around. Tighter and tighter it squeezed the breath harshly from his ash throat, crumbling with every gasping breath he took. His eyes seemed as they were going to pop from his head. He couldn�t breath. The beings got closer to him placing their misshapen limbs upon him, spreading infectious, deadly disease he had ceased to conquer upon him. He took his last breath which gave him an inhale of dark. He fell into dark and landed on a familiar surface.
His bed beneath, he looked around in shock, unsure of what had just occurred. He yelped out and felt for his limps, satisfied to see that he was not hurt so he flew up, stirring the stale air around him. Floating ghost like to the window he threw open the shades and starred out at all those lost faces just begging to be remembered. His fingers slid down the glass, leaving a tear like streak on the perspiring surface.
He looked out the window one last time and picked something up and ran to the lab that he had not visited for years. The gleaming sign that loomed over the science center buzzed like an alarm, quiet and only noticeable if you stood and listened. He ears rung, as the pitch seemed to get louder, screaming anxiety. �Proud to be the base of DNA Research� a sign ostensive read.
Hassen stepped back looking for an ideal place, and stepped back in towards the building. He let the copious amount of white pills fall from his sweaty hands, leaving traces of the toxic powder stuck to his skin. Removing his lighter from his pocket. He flicked it. The echo of the spark, and clang of metal rolling for miles around. All silent but the hiss of his breathe. He bent down, time slowing, taking an hour to reach the position of crouching. Leaning in, he set the hot orange to the vivid white. A blast of blue erupted
Time sped up and he jumped up and ran quickly from the building as it instantly began to melt. The smell of chemicals moaned out into the night air the belled around the dying building. The shock of the blast made its way inside, hitting the chemical of nitrogen, creating a wave of destruction. Hassen was blown off his feet floating like dust in the wind. He landed like a bomb in the cold on 53rd and 3rd. The ash of the burnt lab floated down around him like snow. Covering everything in the purest white.
Melody, drifting, around him. The ticking of machinery that once pulsated through him, began to slow, he breathed in deeply, feeling sorry for what he had done, for all he had ruined, all that he had created which just lead to end and lost. He lost his sense of hope and realized it was just hiding with the monsters under his bed, which were feeding of his misery. He looked up and a strange yellow ball, floating like a balloon, happily among all, protecting all whispered into his heart. Whispering yellow secrets of locked away remorse. Moaning madly at the examination it was penetrating into him. Seeking something more than just practiced blank eyes, and dull dead hair, the icicles used as fingers, portraying only transparent frozenness.
Instantaneously he appeared to float back to a wooden bed, ghost like he did fall, waiting for the occurrence of haunting wind, he fell beneath layers and layers. Hitting bottom, with nowhere to go but up, the brightness leaving everything darker than before. He opened his mouth and tasted the sweetest rain fill him up. A bird flew in the orange sky above him. � Sing now little bird.� He smiled and the ticking stopped.