The familiar chime of the news station rang on Jane Bunn's screen as she folded the clothes in her small living room, "Marielle Franco's trial results are now being revealed as-."
"Hey ma," a baritone voice called from the kitchen, "want any-"
"Lower you voice John," Jane retorted, gesturing at the TV as he popped his head around the door. Her 'you' which should have been a 'your' sounded much like a 'yau'.
"Ma, you should stop watching that. You already stressed enough. You don't need a guilty convict's crimes on your mind."
"You think you know what's best for me boy?" Jane asked, speaking faster than a gunshot. John shook his head, leaning towards the kitchen as she shoed him away. She tsked thrice and returned her gaze to the TV, deaf to her son ranting to himself in the kitchen.
The judge stared down on her from his seat, apparently indifferent to her pleas and the crowds damning curses towards her alike. His face a mask of superiority and certainty, it's hidden cracks only visible to an expert, showing no hint of what lay beneath.
"- guilty of all charges."
The judge's ruling was final. Marielle Franco was guilty of murdering her childhood friend and a bystander. Her 'pleas of insanity' went unheard.
"She wasn't human!" Franco yelled as she slammed her hands on her table, startling her lawyer and terrifying the crowd behind her, "I swear, she had yellow eyes like a demon and cut that poor man with her bare hands!"
Jane tsked. Marielle deserved to go to jail for speaking such lies.
However as the guards started pinning Franco down, she paused mid-rant. Her body went limp and her eyes widened. As the camera zoomed in, Franco's skin appeared to be a pale blue. Her eyes turned a sickly yellow where hidden capillaries should've been.
A guttural growl clawed out of her dry lips, like a rusty gate opening for the first time in 80 years as her nails clawed at the wooden table and her shoulders rocked back and forth, violently trying to shake off her guards.
Her body convulsed as she let out an almighty roar. Marielle Franco was gone. In her place was a ghoulish monster shrieking and growling as it shook off its captors like they were sand in its shoe.
The body shook as an officer jabbed a stun gun in her back. Her shrieking stopped and her body was still. The guard breathed a sigh of relief too soon. The monster snapped it's head 180° to glare at the guard. It picked up the table as if it were a purse whose only contents were a phone with a credit card inside it's case, slamming it into him.
As chaos broke out, the screen turned to grey fuzz and a sign occured on Jane's screen saying "we are experiencing connection issues. We apologize for any inconvenience".
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The Final Gamble
Ficção Científica"Look at that thing," Silas jabbed his weapon at its burning, writing corpse, "look at it closely." "Is that thing human?" Alex got her first good look at it. Its haunting yellow eyes. Its pale face, blue like a corpse. Its limbs moved around, clu...
