Back Again!

Well, after nine months, I'm finally back. There are a ton of excuses I could state; I just wasn't into it, I got too busy, I couldn't think of anything- but really it just comes down to one thing: I got lazy. So, to get my self back into writing, I've decided to edit one of my very first short stories. It's gone through so many drafts, so many incarnations, I've lost count. But, this one has been- and probably will be- my favourite.

The Creature's eyes snapped open. It was laying in a room, smooth metal shone on the walls, reflecting the Creature's broken image. A wall opposite the Creature opened, revealing a hidden door. Two beasts, perhaps demons of some sort emerged from the doorway. They were orange, like fire, with slick, rubbery skin that sagged loosely on there tall, lean bodies. Their faces were but smooth glass, black as night on a cylindrical head. They stuck the Creature with needles and tubes, taking samples of it blood. Still silent, the beats retreated back through the portal, closing it with a faint hiss.

“What the hell is that thing?” The first of the doctors asked while removing her bio-suit.

“Like I'm supposed to know,” the second replied, peeling his away from his skin as well. “All I know is that it was found in a crater or something.”

“Hmm... How strange.”

“Hmm? That sounds promising. What is it?”

“Look at these DNA scans. They're so...so—”

“Alien?” The doctor looked nervously at the other.

"Yes, I suppose you could say- wait. You don't mean to think that that thing is an... extraterrestrial, do you?"

"Well, no. I suppose not," he quickly replied, wary of the scorn in her voice. In all the years they had worked together, the female doctor had always been vehemetly against any notion of other beings. Even ridicule from other scientists in thier field had not detered her notions.

"Well then, shall we get on with this then? The government's ordered a vivisection. They want to see how this animal survived in such an inhospitable place as Siberia. Not to mention the impact that made that crater."

The two beasts came back into the room with the Creature, this time bringing a tray of equipment with them. Their blank, glossy faces shone brightly in the florescent light, like an erie candle in fog. "Scapel" the smaller one whispered to the other. A blade appeared in it's hand a moment later, slowly approaching the Creature's bare chest. The tip of the knife slid cleanly into flesh, then the pain came crashing down. The Creature shrieked as the blade drove deeper into the skin, then muscle, before slipping slowly upward, flaying open it's chest like a window frame. Blood poured from the wound as the thin edge sliced through artieries and tendons. The Creature's pain subsided for the moment, dulled by the trauma and shock. Frantically, it swiped at the beasts, at the table, the walls, anything nearby.

"Fascinating" the smaller one spoke again. "It's internal organs are arranged in an entirely different pattern. Nothing like the bipeds I've seen thus far."

"Maybe," the other said, "it's because it's different from anything else on Earth. Maybe I was right after all."

A quick glance from his compainion silenced him, even through the thick plastic shielding of thier face masks.

"Just be quiet, and let me work. It seems like the thing is dying, we'll have to move to the brain quickly, so we can preserve it while it's fresh."

The Creature howled in fear as the scapel retracted from it's chest and made it's way towards it's skull. In a flurry of panic, the Creature lunged forward, only to be jerked back by heavy restrants about it's abdomen. Blood splattered on the beasts as the Creature slapped down onto the metallic table. Swearing, the two moved to a sink on the far end of the room to wash the thick ooze from their opaque faces. When they turned back, the Creature lay dead on the table, chest laying open and exposed. Blood dripped from the flaps of flesh hanging loosely by it's sides. It's hand was extended towards the wall. The doctors glanced up, following the forearm up, then jumped back.

"Is- is that writing?" the larger stuttered over the other's shoulder, before falling to the ground with a dull thud.

The other doctor stood, staring at the bloodied wall. It's metal surface dripped with the Creature's thick blood. A single word was scrawled hap-hazardly across it's smooth surface:

STOP