My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

Mutation

'Everyone knows I'm in over my head.' ~The Fray

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~Axel~

I know it's over as soon as the final human disappears into the drain and the grate slides shut with a dull, metallic clank. I stop writhing in Godpheus Mathew's grip. I've cheated my own death too many times, now. What else would a crazy scientist like God do to me, besides end it all?

"What's your name, human?" Godpheus asks, more to himself than directly to my face. I remain silent, but narrow my eyes as the giant rotates me around in his grip, as if studying my features. I blow my dark bangs from my eyes. I hope he can see my hatred. "Not going to speak?" The man asks in his booming voice. "Very well then."

Pinching one of my arms with his thumb and forefinger, Godpheus releases his iron grip around my waist and lets me hang limply, over one hundred human stories above ground. I wince a little as his enormous fingers dig into my wrist like a clamp but I've had worse. I allow my face to relax and stare calmly at the giant, as he reads the numbers printed across my shirt.

"38991, eh?" Godpheus whispers, his face eerily close to my own. "Born in April... nineteen years of age. See? You can't hide anything from me."

His face hardens. "It's a pity I'm going to have to kill you, you know... unless."

He brings his free hand out and secures it around my abdomen again, freeing my aching arm from his titanic grip. I don't try to escape his clutches. It's impossible anyway. He's going to kill me, and the most I can do in protest is scream.

I won't scream, though.

I won't resist his torture.

If it's the last thing I'll ever do, I won't give the manic Laquanian the satisfaction of triumph.

Instead of fighting, I watch calmly as Godpheus retrieves a gleaming needle from his belt. He taps the glass cylinder with his index finger, a thin stream of liquid spurting from the cold metal tip. The needle isn't meant for a human, and I can tell. Human needles are much thinner and smaller, their intentions not to completely impale but to sting a little on impact. No. This needle is meant for a giant. Its tip, to me, could serve as a knife.

I hope that he'll make dying quick.

"Do you know why I always carry this around with me, 38991?" He asks me, not expecting an answer. I don't give him one, but he continues despite my resistance. "I carry this needle around, because it's one of my first creations. Want to guess what it does?"

I don't move.

"This, little human, is a permanent dose of my very own Humanization Serum. The effects, well... they're quite obvious, hence the name." He explains, sounding almost bored by the conversation.

"Why don't you just kill me?" I spit, finally finding my voice. Godpheus, clearly amused at my words, gives a small shrug.