Subject 342 (Outdated)

August 26, 1953 - The Chase

The massive massive 9ft tall snaketile (His body is upright, in a humanoid stance, 24ft total) Is staring at me with absolute disbelief. I can't possibly imagine how he must feel about what he went through. I begin stepping away. He crosses his arms, and begins to speak in a high pitched hissing voice, almost a whisper.

"Professsssor, how could you do thissss to me?" he hisses

"I've told you over and over, I don't know!" I shout.

"There'sss an explanation for this ssand I know you're behind it, liar. Thissss new body. It'ssss not an accccident...."

"There's all a big misunderstanding-"

"Oh, yesssss there issss, sssomeone here is going to die tonight, and it'ss not me."

He began swiping his claws towards my face. But then he stops and looks me in the eyes.

"Do you have a mirror? I mussst sssse my facccce!"

Turn around, I say, pointing to the mirror in the containment chamber. Using this opprtunity, I push the emergency alarm button.

"My facccce..... You've turned me into a sssssnake, you fool. You ssshhould of known better than to tessst on me. I'd rather die of cancccer than listen to your lies,"

He notices the alarm going off, and turns and lashes out at me. I feel his claws sink into my leg. "Go ahead and kill yourself then," I say.

"Thesse insssstincts. There're sssso ssssstrong. I'd like to thank you, but my inssstincctss tell me that it would be more fun to kill you, you delicioussss fool!" He is absolutely made at this point, as his human reasoning is replaced with instincts.

I wait for death, but death doesn't come. Dr. Potato opens the door and a medical team pulls me out.

"He's infected!" I hear one of them shout. "We need to get him to a containment chamber!"

I don't have time to think.

"NO!" I scream, instantly tearing my vocal cords to shreds. I push one of the doctors to the ground and run as fast as I can, as Subject 342 rips the cast iron door right off its hinges.

I keep wanting to look back, but looking back means I'll get caught, and not knowing what is behind me is pretty dangerous at the same time. He could very well be behind me. Running sideways is out of the question.

***

I've been chased around the facility for five minutes now, and it's about time to loose him. I must've travelled a mile at this point, while being chased in circles. There's already a stir in the hallway. People are running, screaming, I think he's tearing some people apart with his claws and biting others with his fangs, dripping with venom. I run around a support beam, which confuses him. That gives me enough time to hide. I punch in a code and the pressure door leading to the maintenance duct opens up, I dart inside and close the wall before Subject 342 can pass by.

I peek out through a broken panel, and punch in a few buttons. The door slams him in the face, knocking him out. That gives me enough time to escape to my office.