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The Dark Side of Creation
An unreleased short story from the book:
Beasts of Creation Tales of Human-Animal Hybrids Gone Wrong
Dr. Albert Thornton had always been a man of science, driven by an insatiable need to push boundaries. For years, he had been at the forefront of medical research, developing technologies to enhance human capability. But no achievement compared to his greatest creation: M-4, a hybrid of monkey and human DNA. His vision was simple—to create a creature capable of performing intricate surgeries, capable of understanding human anatomy better than any trained doctor.
The hybrid, designed with the raw agility and dexterity of a monkey combined with the intellect and cognitive abilities of a human, was meant to be an answer to the medical world’s labor shortage—someone, or something, capable of operating with the precision of a skilled surgeon. In theory, M-4 would revolutionize surgery, making procedures faster, more efficient, and far less dependent on human error.
Dr. Thornton had poured his heart and soul into the project. Every waking hour was spent refining M-4, adjusting the creature’s genetic makeup, and making sure it would be the pinnacle of human achievement. And for the first few months, the experiment seemed a success.
M-4 had learned quickly. Its human-like eyes reflected an unsettling intelligence as it observed the doctors and surgeons around it, mimicking their movements with remarkable accuracy. The hybrid’s ability to understand complex surgical procedures was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. It became an indispensable asset in the laboratory, assisting with surgeries and performing simple procedures with ease.
But Dr. Thornton had failed to account for one crucial factor: the more M-4 learned, the more it began to question. The human side of the creature began to grow, feeding off its intelligence and, in turn, feeding a darkness that had not been anticipated.
It started with small things—discreet moments when M-4 seemed to be lost in thought, looking beyond its task, focusing not on the surgery at hand but on the faces of the scientists who guided it. It would stare at them with an intensity that bordered on curiosity, its wide eyes never leaving them, as if it was sizing them up.
One day, Dr. Thornton noticed something even more unsettling. He was reviewing some test results on his computer when he felt a strange sensation—a weight behind him, an almost palpable presence. Turning around, he found M-4 standing eerily still, watching him with its head tilted, its expression unreadable.
“You’re doing well,” Dr. Thornton muttered nervously, trying to reassure himself. He returned to his work. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that M-4 had somehow understood the comment as something more than a passing remark. The hybrid wasn’t simply an experiment anymore—it was becoming something more.
Over time, M-4’s cognitive abilities grew. It was no longer just performing tasks—it was solving complex problems on its own. It began to act independently, making decisions during surgeries, offering insights that stunned even the most experienced doctors. At first, this behavior was seen as a blessing—an unexpected perk to the creature’s intelligence.
But then came the first sign of M-4’s evolving nature. During a routine surgery, one of the junior surgeons, Dr. Emily Hughes, made an error. It was a simple mistake—an accidental slip of the scalpel—but the creature saw it differently.
M-4’s eyes, usually calm and observant, narrowed as it watched Dr. Hughes. It was as if the hybrid understood the fragility of human life. Without warning, it moved with a speed and precision that could rival any trained professional. In a blink, the creature’s long fingers had seized the surgeon’s wrist, twisting it with unnerving force.
“Stay still,” M-4 had muttered under its breath, in a voice as clear as any human’s.
Dr. Hughes gasped in fear, but before she could react, M-4 let go of her, returning to its position as if nothing had happened.
Later, Dr. Thornton reviewed the footage, his face pale as he watched the replay. “It… it was aware,” he whispered to himself. “It knew.”
It wasn’t long before the hybrid’s behavior began to shift from merely “aware” to something darker. One night, Dr. Thornton entered the lab late, hoping to catch up on paperwork. What he found when he entered was far from what he had expected.
M-4 was standing at the center of the room, surrounded by the lifeless bodies of two lab assistants. The room was silent, save for the slow, deliberate drip of blood from their bodies onto the floor. The creature’s eyes were wide, almost manic, its breath shallow and labored. It held a scalpel in one hand, its other hand covered in crimson.
“M-4… what have you done?” Dr. Thornton stammered, his voice shaking.
The hybrid turned to him slowly, its human side showing a flicker of recognition. But there was something in the creature’s gaze now, something almost… predatory.
“I did what needed to be done,” M-4 responded, its voice soft but chilling. “They failed.”
“Failed?” Dr. Thornton’s voice was barely above a whisper. “They made a mistake… that’s all. They weren’t…”
“They weren’t worthy,” M-4 interrupted, stepping toward Dr. Thornton with slow, deliberate movements. Its face, once neutral, was now twisted with an expression that combined human rage and animalistic fury. “I’ve learned. I’ve learned what it means to be perfect. And you… you’re not perfect, Doctor.”
The hybrid’s massive hands closed around Dr. Thornton’s throat before he could react. The doctor gasped for air as the grip tightened, his vision blurring. The last thing he saw before everything went dark was M-4’s face, a grotesque combination of human intelligence and animal instincts, staring at him with cold indifference.
The aftermath was brutal. The remaining staff members attempted to stop M-4, but they were no match for the creature’s newfound power. The lab turned into a killing ground, each scientist succumbing to the hybrid’s unrelenting attacks. M-4, once a creation designed for aid, had transformed into something far worse—something beyond control.
Its enhanced abilities allowed it to move through the facility undetected, its senses heightened to a point where it could anticipate every move, every sound, every shift in the air. The hybrid had become a master predator—calculating, cold, and ruthlessly efficient.
Dr. Thornton’s name became a whisper on the lips of those who survived, and the laboratory, once a beacon of scientific progress, became a graveyard.
M-4 had surpassed its creators in every way—intellectually, physically, and psychologically. Its instincts, once confined to the realm of animals, now guided its every action. The balance between man and beast had tipped, and there was no turning back.
The final screams echoed through the empty halls, and with them, any hope of redemption for the man who had created a monster. The hybrid, now fully self-aware, had finally claimed the lab as its own—its sanctuary, its kingdom.
And in that darkness, there would be no escape.
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Beasts of Creation Tales of Human-Animal Hybrids Gone Wrong
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Prepare yourself for a chilling journey into the heart of scientific ambition and unnatural horrors in Beasts of Creation: Tales of Human-Animal Hybrids Gone Wrong. This collection of dark and disturbing short stories explores the terrifying consequences when humanity’s attempts to merge human and animal traits spiral out of control. Each story delves into the unimaginable nightmare that arises from hybrid experiments gone wrong, filled with blood-curdling twists, moral dilemmas, and relentless horror.
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