The Undercave [Incomplete]

Prologue

His footsteps echoed throughout the caverns, each breath getting heavier and heavier. Every step, taking a glimpse over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. He was almost there: at the laboratory at the centre of the Undercave. He came to a sudden halt, keeping his ears pricked up like a hound, hunting in the woods. It was safe. As he hovered a hand over the pad on the wall, a quake erupted from a door nearby, separating stalactites from their roots and sending them to their doom. He stepped over to the doorway and entered, making sure not to make too much sound.

The lab was quite a large space for somewhere so low. The ceiling, as well as the widths and lengths, we about the same as that of a warehouse. He built it all by himself, with no accomplice to help on his task. He walked over to the centre of the room where a dimmed lamp illuminated his name badge. On it read 'Brian Lois'. He was known as the number beneath it, however. Nobody called him by his birth name except from himself. He slammed the bag which hung over his shoulder onto the table and unzipped it viciously. His wandering hands scrambled through it, searching for his experiment which he had been working on for the past 10 years. Finally, his rattling fingers managed to grasp hold of what he had been looking for. He held a vial, strong in his grip, full of duplicating cells, swimming around the mysterious fluid it presented. Placing it down on the table, his trembling hands attempted to loosen the lid. The other hand disappeared back inside the bag and came out with a petri dish filled with a jelly-like substance. He then carefully descended it onto the surface. With the tweezers hooked onto the pocket of his coat, he warily took a cell from the glass bottle and placed it into the dish, then waited.

After a few seconds, an embryo emerged from the plate, stretching in all different directions. It knocked every single object off of the table and spilled the rest of the contents of the vial, which were absorbed into the developing blood red mess that had swept him off of his feet, as well as the metal surface that it was sat on originally. It loomed over him, still growing, its shadow engulfing his body. He tried getting back up onto his feet, but failed, so instead he started to cowardly crawl backwards away from it. When it had finally stopped expanding, it began to take on a humanoid form. The walls of the giant cell melted into the nucleus, creating skin. A screech cried out from the monster which stood before him. A final transformation caused muscles to bulge from its limbs and torso, before forming its facial features. When its cries had finally stopped, it collapsed onto the ground. Brian sat a few metres away from it, staring in awe at the creature he had just created. He sat there for a minute, waiting for it to regulate its breathing. Slowly, he stood up. Creeping towards the being, he noticed that it had all of the features of a human. It had a bald potato shaped head with a shard of iron from the table on one side, and a face that resembled a meal, with cauliflower ears, dark olive eyes, thin bean lips and a tomato nose. Its skin resembled the colour of cranberry sauce and it had a firm, muscular build with bodybuilder carved muscles. When he was only half a metre away from it, he kneeled down beside its body, bending over its chest. It had no pulse, but it still had the ability to respire. Without a warning, the beast clasped his head between its beefy hands and squeezed until his skull had crushed like a walnut. His crimson blood splattered over the floor, the same shade as the critter's skin. An eerie silence filled the atmosphere as it stood up, looking over the corpse that it had just decapitated.