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Modified (SciFi challenge)

A/N: This is a SciFi competition challenge about an eyewitness account of a genetically modified mutant species.

Through you story, you must convey what creature has mutated and how.

Show us through you descriptions rather than just stating what it is.

For this challenge, the mutant cannot be a human. No x-men please.

PS-Can you guess which creature I'm writing about?

It was supposed to be a huge achievement, a breakthrough, like scientific experiments usually are. Except it wasn't. This time, something went wrong, something huge and it ended in a bloodbath. A bloodbath that killed off most of the world's population.

It started off small with just increased sightings of these creatures. A little more observation showed that they seemed to walk more on land and fly a lot less, they seemed less afraid of us (humans) and shooing them away simply didn't work anymore. Most people didn't give it a second thought, thinking that the newspapers and news channels had run out of any actual news to provide them with.

We (the scientists) on the other hand, shook our heads calling it the end of the world and telling people that this was worse than any natural or man-made disaster they had seen in their lifetimes. Everyone ignored us and called us crazy. They didn't believe us so it made sense that they were the first ones to die.

A few months later they began to communicate with us (humans) in disastrous ways. A peck on the head, a scratch with their sharp claws, being attacked by their wings became a usual occurrence. People started to cover all of their skin; not leaving any of it uncovered or exposed when they ventured outside their houses, and carried weapons of their choice, mostly stones, for defence.

Everything seemed to be going fine until an old man somewhere in Australia stated that stones or any other weapons of that sort didn't affect them anymore. A week later a woman in her early twenties, living in Canada added than none of the weapons seemed to do them any harm.

Bullets didn't seem to scratch them, and hitting them with baseball bats only managed to put them down for mere seconds and made them angry. Nobody could figure out why this was happening. The attacks increased.

We (the scientists) began to search for ways to make a cure, to turn them back into the way that they had been before they had mutated. People didn't get out of their houses anymore because dying due to starvation was a better alternative for them than getting their eyes pecked out by those horrifying creatures.

It turns out that they didn't have to get out of their houses because these creatures started to come inside their houses. They broke through the windows and their sharp beaks pecked the doors and even the walls of the houses very easily.

Nobody was safe anymore. Every minute of every day was spent in fear of the fact that those creatures could enter people's houses and attack them and there was nothing that anybody could do about it. The number of patients in hospitals increased rapidly as the number of attacks by the creatures increased day by day.

There was absolutely no hope until, alas! We (the scientists) had a sudden breakthrough with finding the cure. The cure was globally exported and sold to every country that possibly existed. Every drug store and pharmaceutical company, every street, every household had the cure.

We (the scientists) swore that it wasn't our fault. Something had to have gone wrong during the distribution and selling of the cure because it didn't seem to work like it was supposed to. It didn't weaken them or make them more vulnerable; it seemed to make them stronger. Now they were immune, completely immortal creatures.

People started to die and the ones that were alive went crazy. They swore that when they slept at night they could see those black eyes glinting in the light and feel those sharp claws digging into their chests.

The ones that didn't go crazy started to kill themselves, saying that they'd rather go out by a bullet than spend another moment dreading the inevitable.

Finally it was only we (the scientists) who remained. The fierce, black-feathered, mutated species had destroyed every other living organism on the planet. But we weren't scared in the least about the threat that had wiped out almost the entire planet. We were extremely confident about their chances of survival.

After all, why would the creation kill its creator?