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Ouranyx. I will never forget the name of the creature that I had released on humanity. I believe I could write down a bit of my story, maybe they’ll believe it in writing instead of my incessant screaming. I was the ripe young age of 38, and I was one of the leading scientists of Gecore, a genetic science lab that was working on reversing and curing genetic illnesses. At the time, we were working on an important case, how to grow organs in different substances other than inside animals. Out of all the substances we tested for proper organ growth, a new lab-created substance caught my eye. I originally had put a few of my choice men to work on it, but after seeing some of the readings on the material, I decided to experiment with it personally. The substance was highly oxygenated, transparent black, and very gooey, perfect for growing human organs. Some of the other scientists seemed a bit skittish, but I was under the assumption that it was be­­­­­­cause they had not worked at Gecore as long as I have.

            The gooey liquid worked wonders, anything you wanted to grow out of it, would come up in hours, even minutes! I managed to grow all of the main organs in human anatomy in the substance! It was absolutely splendid, and could help millions of people! I experimented with the prototype a bit more, to see how many organs you could create within it. I mixed some jellyfish enzyme with a systemic healing chemical for regeneration, to see if I could make a self-healing organ within the substance. It would be a stretch to test, but the chemical seemed ultimately forgiving and showed many good signs. I proceeded to add a bit of human DNA of a dying patient to it, to see if I could craft an organ to match their specific needs, and it had actually worked! Gecore’s discovery was going to be more revolutionary than I thought! As I realized it was getting very late and I looked rather haggard from the length of time I was in the laboratory, I decided that I needed a bit of sleep, and I stored the prototype in a large test tube and locked up the laboratory. After I came back to the lab the next morning, some of the other scientists seemed rather agitated, and a bit squeamish, saying that I didn’t know what the substance could do, and that we should stop the operation. I disagreed quite harshly, saying “You don’t know how this substance will help humanity!” And with that I accidentally tipped over a small bottle of 0Ran/X-gal on the experiment­­, which is a highly unstable “phantom chemical” thought to cause human thought. This was certainly not my finest moment, and I probably turned a funny shade of red. If that was not enough, ­­­­­­­the 0ran/X-gal solution started moving! I was startled at first, but I grew utterly intrigued from the result of my blunder, and decided to continue my experimentation on it. I hurriedly went home to go over my notes, and to bring them to the lab the next day. When I came back in the morning, I couldn’t believe my eyes, whatever I had done, I had created life! An incredibly interesting multi-cellular organism was growing within the test tube, with black gooey skin, no bones, white veins, and all of its organs exposed. It had its knees tucked in, curled inward, and it appeared to be resting. When it seemed stable enough, we drained the liquid around it, and ran a series of tests on whatever had generated inside. Since it had been generated through the 0-ran/X-gal serum, I nicknamed the creature Ouranyx.

One of the scientists suggested that we should test its nerve sensors, since the creature had been dormant since the liquid around it had been drained. For whatever reason, I agreed with them and gave the orders to run a few sensory tests on it. One of the scientists put it in a test tube that seemed like a modern iron maiden, except with needles instead of spikes. I had mixed feelings about the experiment, yet before I could think to retort, they started stabbing into it like a living pin cushion. It made a sound that nearly made my ears bleed, and my heart wrench a bit when they repeatedly jabbed at its organs. Thinking of my work first, I prepared more tests to do to the odd creature. When I turned around to grab some paperwork, it had managed to slink out of its spiny cage, and it grabbed scalpels off the desk in its gooey malformed hands. It was attempting to get used to walking, but it still growled at the horrified scientists.

 One tried to grab a concentrated solution with a pH of 3 to try to see if the creature could be killed with acid, but Ouranyx stabbed them in the face, but after I looked closer, I realized it had stabbed him in the eye with the scalpel and the monster began twisting the scalpel around. I nearly threw up then, but he threw the scalpel down and pulled the eye out from its socket, and we heard a variety of small snapping noises as the optic nerve and roots became wedged out of the back of his skull by the creature’s white claws, pulling and pulling. A small pop noise resonated as the eye came out. Out of all the things the beast could’ve done with it, he ate it. Disgustingly, the eye snaked down the creature’s partly transparent esophagus into its stomach… it had gotten the taste of human flesh. As we all stared in shock, we realized the creature definitely had to die. As I tried to doctor the scientist with the missing eye, another scientist attempted to throw acid on Ouranyx, and Ouranyx hissed in pain. Apparently acid was the creature’s weakness after all.

Not one to back down, Ouranyx forcefully stabbed both of his two foot long clawed hands into him, and slowly pulled them apart, causing his ribcage to butterfly open with a resonating cracking sound that sent chills down my spine. If that wasn’t enough, Ouranyx started ripping the exposed organs with his teeth, pulling them from the opened up corpse, eating them slowly, savoring the iron-y flavor of blood. When Ouranyx bit the heart in half, he pulled out the small “heartstrings” and ate them as if they were a delectable dish. The bastard had torn apart my friend. The man he had so savagely ripped apart was one of my chums since the beginning of college. I wanted the creature dead at all costs. Horrified, disgusted and scared stiff, I tried to find any highly concentrated acid that was near, without taking my eyes off of the distracted monster. While I spotted a formidably large beaker, I broke it over the side of the table, but the creature was too distracted from breaking my friend’s ribs. At this point, Ouranyx had cut off my friend’s face cleanly, and was wearing it as a mask over his burnt mess of a face. More motivation to destroy him, I suppose. After earning his makeshift face, he continued to nibble at the faceless corpse’s other eye.

While he was distracted with his new meal, I managed to creep up behind him, but he looked at me, with his blood-covered face, and whatever the hell came over me, I saw it as my child. I didn’t want to feel this way, but I felt almost compelled. He slightly recognized my voice from when I watched him in the test tube yet apparently not enough to know that I was one of the creatures that hurt him, or ordered him to be hurt in that matter. I felt a pang of guilt as I started thinking about the tests I had performed on the creature. Thinking about it now, I have no idea how long I was in that state of mind, but the whole time I felt very dazed. Wh­­­­­en I came back to reality, I realized that the lights were off, and that the smell of iron was way stronger. What was wrong with me? Why was I trying to justify this creature’s corrupt lust for blood, and the murder of a close friend?

 I called out, hoping at least one scientist was left alive, as I stepped in something that felt similar to old pudding beneath my boot. As I made my way to the light switch, I could hear him almost calling to me in the background, in my subconscious. It seemed as if he wanted me to go deeper into the dark abyss. I reluctantly backed away, fighting the strange compelling urge to listen to him. I flashed on the light, and the shock of the scene presented before me hit me in waves. He was hanging from the ceiling, upside-down, with his eyes all white. There were organs practically littering the floor, along with the mutilated corpses of my comrades, exposed spines, arms barely hanging on by tendons, where were the tendons? Had he eaten those too?

He whispered in a voice that sounded melodious and unnerving at the same time. “Dylan, are you there? I destroyed the men that hurt me. I destroyed them all, all dead! He laughed almost like a child. The laugh started quietly at first, but it rose to a crescendo and nearly broke, and then he stared at me dead serious. “Dylan?” I glared at it. For clear reasons, the fear and disgust was all adding up, and a breakdown was overdue. I screamed at him, and told him to leave, with quite a few profanities littered in, and as quickly as he had entered the world, he left. He went into an air duct, and left the building. I’m not sure if it’s coming back, or who it will kill next. I simply stood in shock. What have I done? As I heard police sirens wailing, I fell on my knees, finally realizing I had a broken glass beaker in my hand, screaming. I felt a blackout coming on, and when I woke up, I was told that I had been screaming “COME BACK!” for hours. I am finally in an asylum where I belong, but I had to warn the outside world of my child’s existence somehow. Oh I do wish he would come back.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">Maximinus585 (talk) 03:53, May 14, 2015 (UTC)Maximinus585 <ac_metadata title="Ouranyx Origin (Revised and unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>