DNA Experiment gone wrong

chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I did this for a short story at school and decided to put it on here, so enjoy. :)

"Lab Report 809: Through our experiments with DNA we have created a new species of primate. The new primate looks like a chimpanzee, except with no hair. This primate appears to have the intelligence of a human, and shows signs of learning how to speak. This was as far from natural selection as it gets, we have engineered a species and it is becoming hostile with us." I report. I can not let the public know what we have done, it would create an unease. I jump as I simultaneously hear cage bars rattle, and a knock on the door. I crack the door open and to my great surprise, and horror it's a reporter. "I'm sorry but there isn't to much to report right now." I quickly say, as I try to shut the door. The reporter shoves his foot in the door right before it can close, and says, "Oh, I'm sure there is something to report." I feel my heart about to pound out of my chest, it's almost as if he knows about the horrid mutation that I caused. I frantically insist that there is nothing of interest going on in the lab, as I try to come up with some fake experiments to show him. "What is it that you have been working on?" asks the reporter. "Uh, well we are a bit in between experiments as of now. We finished one on mold just yesterday, I spent today moving all of our research elsewhere. We didn't find out anything new, Just..." my lies are cut of by the rattling of cage bars. Both the report and I freeze, my eyes go wide as I panic while the reporter smirked with triumph. In seconds the reporter is up and heading towards the sounds, I run past him and block the way. "Why don't you move." says the overly smug reporter. I can not let him past me. "How about you leave, the lab behind me is a restricted area and you are not authorized personel!" I counter. The reporter's face falls as he storms out of the lab without knowing what had rattled those bars. I slump against the door, as I realize that what is in that cage is not going to have a good life. It's strange mutations would make it an outcast and it would be smart enough to know it was an outcast. This creature that I have helped create Would not be able to adapt to this new world. I walk to the cabinet full of chemicals and create a poison. With resolve I dip a syringe into the toxic green liquid. I force myself to walk through the door that I had just defended. My poor creation sees the syringe and starts crying, it shocks me that this poor primate knows what I'm about to do and even more so that it wants to live. I plunge the syringe of poison into my experiments neck, with tears running down my face. As much as I hated to kill the poor thing, I could not condemn it to a life of living in a cage and being experimented on.