Leon Price - 1
I was desperate when I first came into Dr. Pollack’s employ, having just gotten out of jail to find that I had no job and evicted out of my apartment while Gloria, the woman I loved, had moved on. I was willing to do anything for money. This is where the Doc steps into the picture. I was at a bus shelter, trying to sleep as the rain poured down, blanketing the city streets with a layer of water. As if this wasn’t enough, two thugs were picking on someone nearby. Try as I could to ignore it, the noise just wouldn’t go away. So I decided to step in.
“Will you two just keep quiet!? I’m trying to sleep.”
“Shaddup, you mutha fuckin’ bum.” said one of the thugs. He pointed his switchblade at me, as if to scare me off. I was too irritated to be scared. “So you want to play tough? Alright. I’m good enough at that game. I’ll wipe your ass all over the playing field before you can make your first move.”
“Nuff talk. Just do it.” Luckily I had a switchblade of my own. He chuckled when he saw me pull it out.
“I think I’m gonna’ like this.” We charged at each other, blades drawn. He managed to cut my ear right before I grabbed his arm and broke it, leaving him howling in pain. Before I could finish him, the other thug pointed a gun at me.
“Say your prayers, bum.” I ducked behind a nearby car just as he fired the shot. He fired a few more in the direction of the car hoping to hit me. It became a game of cat and mouse, him with the gun, me running, ducking, using anything I could to stay alive a little longer. But eventually he had me pinned, gun pointed in my face, me with no way to dodge. It seemed the end for me. But luckily the Doc pitched in. Into the spinal cord went that thug’s partner’s switchblade, and down on me he fell. When I got up, there he was, the man who had just saved my life just as I had his.
“I am grateful for your help. As an added bonus for aiding me, I have something for you that you would be foolish to refuse.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Employment.” I took another look at the guy. He was bald, and I mean shiny clean bald, as in you could almost see yourself on that head of his. His skin had a very dark tan, and his voice had all the tenderness of a rock. From the moment I met the guy, I could tell that something had died in him. But that didn’t mean shit to me, as long as I got food, shelter, and money. And this guy was offering me all three.
“So what is it you want me to do for you in return?” I asked him
“I wish to conduct my experiments in peace. You will make sure no one disturbs them. In return you shall share my quarters, eat from my table, and receive as much pay as I see fit to give you. It is more than you are getting presently I can assure you.”
“So you want me to be your Igor, Dr. Frankenstein. Fair enough.”
“It’s Pollack. Dr. Pollack.” From that moment it was pretty straight forward. If someone got too nosy into what my boss was doing, in I came to scare them away. If they weren’t smart enough to be scared, I would have to resort to force. None of this required me to know what exactly the Doc was doing, and I didn’t exactly care. Then things got complicated.
I woke up in the middle of the night to find some sort of alarms blaring and a strange blue-skinned, white haired chick staring at me in my own room. “What are you doing here, and what is that noise?” She just smiled. Then I heard my boss shout,
“Don’t let her escape!” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I lunged at the creepy twerp, only for the kid to leap out of the way and me to crash into the wall. I picked myself up and turned to grab that kid, but she wasn’t there. I’d left the window open last night, and only now did I regret it. When the Doc saw this, he was angry as all hell.
“You must apprehend No. 211!!!. But make sure no one knows that is what you are doing - if you can manage it you incompetent boob.”
“#211’s the babe, right?”
“She’s more than that, but yes, I suppose you could call her that.”
“You’re experimenting on people!?
“Does it matter?” he said as he eyed me more angrily than ever. I just shook my head no, and proceeded out the door to nab me a smurf lady.
Edgar Book - 1
When I first met the woman I would call ———-, I had no idea what I’d be getting myself into by choosing to take care of her. All I saw was someone in need, and I was not going to turn my back. I’d done that once before – to someone I loved no less – and regretted it ever since. Damned if I made the same mistake twice. After asking a few questions like, “What are you doing out here – don’t you know it’s dangerous?” “Where are you from?” I got the following response:
“You don’t need to worry about me, nope nope nope – I can take care of myself. As for where I’m from, I was created in a laboratory, and I’d rather not go back right now.”
I spat out the soda that I’d been drinking upon hearing the bit about the laboratory. “Excuse me?” I asked, utterly bewildered upon hearing that.
“You heard me. Anyway, I’d best be moving on. Don’t want to…” It was at that moment someone else entered the picture.
“Of all the places the bitch had to run to, it had to be these backwards boondocks.
“Hide me.” She said in a whisper.” I guided her towards my apartment door, and then went to deal with whoever it was she was so afraid of. Upon looking at him, my first impression was that he was a thug, though one cloaked in the garb of authority. I did not yet know how right I was. “Hey! You seen a woman pass by here – white hair, pale blue skin, and spouting some crazy-ass shit about a laboratory?”
“No. And you are?”
“A concerned human being who wants to make sure she gets… help.
“I haven’t seen her, but if I do, I’ll give you a call. What’s your number?”
He gave me his number, and then promptly left. When I reentered my apartment, my guest had one question: “Did you tell him about me?”
“Relax.” I said. “He doesn’t know where you are. Now do you mind telling me what the heck is going on here?”
She took a deep breath and then spoke. “My name is Evelyn. My people and I were designed to be your replacements.”
“I’m being replaced!?”
“Not you as a person. You as a species – homo sapiens. We are your successors. I just wanted to find out as much as possible about the ones whom we must overcome to claim our place as keepers of this world. Call it curiosity.”
“Wow. That guy was right. You do need help.
“ “You don’t believe me?”
“I believe you are sincerely convinced that everything you said is true. I do not however believe it is true in fact. I’ll require a tad bit more convincing.”
“Fine.” She said. “You want proof. It is perfectly understandable. I’ll need to demonstrate that I’m not one of you. For this I’ll need to do something no human can do.” I decided to humor her.
‘And what would that be?” She smiled one big beaming before grabbing my neck. I had half a mind to swat the kid away and call the thug, but then what looked like barbed tendrils emerged from her wrists and burrowed their way into my spinal cord. I felt an odd numbness come over my entire body for at least thirty seconds. When feeling finally returned to my body, I was on the ground and what I had until then thought was an innocent little girl stood over me giggling. “So tell me, can you do that?”
I struggled to get up off the ground, gasping the whole while. “What the hell did you do to me?” I demanded.
“I injected a drug into your system of which my kind are the only available source and on which you now depend. If you go without it for too long, the withdrawal symptoms will kill you. Granted there was the chance that such a large dose all at once could easily have killed a less hardy specimen. I really am impressed. But aaaaaanyway, know this: you wanted proof I was something other than human. Now you have it.”
I had two more questions. The first: “So what do you want?”
“I already told you. I want to learn more about your kind, who mine will one day replace as the dominant species. I also want to avoid getting caught by that scary man you quite kindly protected me from.
The second: “And who was this man?”
“A lackey of my father, the man who made both me and the rest of my people. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll one day be in the same position you’re in. That or he’ll be dead. He was sent after me because my father does not approve of me leaving the laboratory just yet.” I sat there, processing everything she said. I’d heard of do-it-yourself biotech experiments on the news, but this was on another level entirely. To all of this there was but one response:
“Let’s get started, then.”