The land of mystery

Mad genius bad genius

The day started just like any other, the day shift clocked in. Music poured over the speakers set into the ceiling above them. David had gotten to pick the music this morning, and most of the others groaned at the metal mix he had set up. Ben himself didn't mind much, nodding along with some of the songs while puttering around with blood samples. He often enjoyed an AC/DC song or two himself.

Looking up, he smiled at his experiment, Shela he called her. She was his, quite literally, since he mixed in the different samples with some of his blood. He could just feel in his bones that this is what would save them. He would be the scientist standing on that stage with his metal, telling the world how he cured cancer. Shela, it was all down to Shela and him. He could just imagine the praise, the money, the glory it was all at his fingertips. All for him, the lives he would save with his most brilliant mind. How they would talk about him for years to come, how they would write books about his life. He would go down into the history books as one of the masters of science, his name following that of Einstein and Marie Curie.

He spent hours testing blood and skin samples while hardly looking up from the computer or notes that kept his attention. When he finally did look up, it was at the growl coming from inside the locked room, which Shela was confined within. Ben made quick work of the door, letting out a quiet shushing noise. He tried to calm her, but it did little good. Her talon-like claws were extended and growls echoed out of her chest in a constant stream of irritation before all hell broke loose.

Blinking red biohazard breached lights flickered overhead, while the scientist laid trapped underneath the crushing weight of the steel door that once held his most prized experiment. The broken Crystal-like safety glass covered the floor, ricocheting underneath the glowing red lights of his failure. The emergency siren wailed, shrieking at him in his inability to keep her contained and stable. The crying of the wounded and dying could be heard over the blaring alarm; That pounded into the scientist's eardrums over and over—the rock music filling the seconds of silence in between one beep and another in mocking reproach of his sins.

Blood was heavy in the air, so thick you could almost taste the metallic bitterness. Computers smashed to the ground, tables overturned, and samples littered the floor. Ben let out sob after sob for all of his work was ruined; his fellow scientist were bleeding out in the rooms around him. Their blood on his hands, their death was weighing on his thoroughly damned soul. If he lived through this, which he very much doubted, he would forever feel the weight of his failure. Shocking daylight filtered into the room from the torn open door that led to the outside and a populated public world.

He questioned himself, crying for the lost lives that were all his fault. For if he had listened to any of the other scientists, he would not have created this monstrosity that was now released onto the unknown public. Still, he had been far too arrogant, ignoring anyone who hadn't agreed with his judgment. For he knew best, he would be the one. He had to be the one, after all, it was his idea...

While his beast was created to help humankind, it breaking free would destroy them all. The scientist wept for he knew that not only would he die that day, but hundreds if not thousands more would die before the beast tired itself out.