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The Devouring Menace - 006
🕑 Added 2023-08-27 16:20:37 +0000 UTCWolves like most predators are known for their excellent night vision. Well, even though they can hunt during daylight, the night brings out the best of any hunting experience. It was good for camouflage and all.
I, for one, preferred hunting at night or when there was insufficient light from the sky, for example, on days with dark clouds. I hated being soaked so I normally avoided the rainy days.
What I am trying to say is that I could perfectly make out the huge black corporate name on the canister even though it was barely legible due to the effects of friction during re-entry.
ENERGYNE.
Yes, ENERGYNE.
It's not like the name had any lasting impact on me but whatever the company had made carried the overall progression of the whole storyline of the movie "Rampage".
And what currently lay in front of me was their investment and if they ever managed to pick any one of these guys, then they would have a lot of profits heading into their already fat pockets.
But that didn't happen in the movie
It seemed everything was going according to the manipulation of an invisible hand controlling the events currently happening.
Was it a coincidence that I was facing what could be considered a life-changing(Gene-changing) opportunity?
What I am doing is all out of my own volition, right?
It was my OWN decision and nobody could control that.
I wasn't going to ignore the sweet, sweet calling of the golden opportunity. The canister.
I, Soobin, who had never found true love suddenly felt as if I had found 'her' as I cast an impatient, hopeful, and feverish gaze at the bloated canister.
I felt weird personifying a mere canister but I have never been a normal guy to begin with.
Wait… If this one has landed here then that croc and albino monkey are supposed to be getting their 'shipments' right now! (Amazon from space, pfft)
Talk about convenience.
So fate and the Old Primordial douche have decided to make me the cannon fodder of the show. It didn't take a genius to have some guesses about my identity. I, of course, did have the idea of being just another random wolf.
I became the pre-crisis, Ralph, well, since I have yet to inhale the genetic editing fumes - some weaponized shit.
I wasn't a graduate and hadn't specialized in any medical field but I had at least a little real-life knowledge about the gene-editing technique incorporated in the creation of the 'Rampage' pathogens.
Specialists often refer to it as CRISPR (Clustered Regularly Interspaced Short Palindromic Repeats), a revolutionary technology that enables precise modifications to the DNA of various organisms. Think of it as a biological equivalent to cutting and pasting a file within a folder. In a similar fashion, scientists possess the ability to surgically edit or replace specific sections of a DNA sequence. This process, known as genetic modification, grants scientists the power to engineer genetic traits with unprecedented accuracy and potential implications.
But those researchers, more like the direct slaves of Claire Wyden, at ENERGYNE did something that could be considered unethical in the world of genes and whatnot.
They used CRISPR to come up with something that could potentially destabilize the status quo among the powerhouses of the world.
I was on American soil and if the CEO of ENERGYNE sold the weaponized DNA to America, then America would immediately come on top in the matters of warfare. Biological weapons were that overpowered.
But knowing Claire Wyden to be one with a huge ass corporate mentality, she would probably go the 'merchant of death' route to earn billions from different buyers irrespective of their countries.
That was just an imaginary scenario playing in my mind and it wasn't going to happen since there were hardly any dogs in existence that could refuse a bone being tossed to them.
I was not a dog, I was a wolf. A wolf that was about to experience genetic mutations. Fuck, it doesn't change the fact that I belong to the same taxonomic family.
Time to take a risk. The weaponized pathogen had unpredictable effects on its host but it also had unknown growth potential.
The movie world ceases to exist after the said movie starts to end, right?
There were just many variables and unknowns.
If I took the pathogen, I wouldn't be the same. I didn't know if my consciousness would be overridden by aggressive impulses caused by the Rampage pathogen or not.
I was uncharacteristically worried for the pack, specifically, Bob's eventual fate if things took a turn for the worse.
I didn't know where my limits would be. I bet growing into the average size of most kaijus in Hollow Earth or Skull Island won't be an impossibility.
Hmm, I remembered that Dr. Caldwell said something about the pathogen having the indeterminate growth factor of a shark's DNA but real-life biology directly opposed my thoughts about growing bigger like the MonsterVerse's Kaijus.
Well, it was ridiculous bringing logic into science fantasy but It was good to be hopeful.
Now how do I go about consuming this thing?
I couldn't effortlessly gobble it up like Lizzie but create a hole through the canister.
'I think I can handle the smoke and heat. It's time to become Ralph.'
And I moved in but…
A hole was unexpectedly pressurized open from the belly of the canister.
Bang!
Luckily, I was quick enough in my reaction as I effectively jumped back from being injured by the fragments of the little container.
Without dilly-dallying, I placed my mouth on the hot canister(shit was as hot as hell) and covered the hole so that everything went directly into my body system.
I was courting death, I know.
Call me a daredevil but I couldn't pass up the chance of reaching a size like Lizzie's. The girl ate the whole package with his reptilian mouth.
As the pathogenic contents of the canister made their way down my throat, I felt as if lava was directly being poured into my mouth.
I just hoped the pathogen was still active and resistant to high temperatures.
There was no doubt that it was designed by a group of bright genetic engineers to be more resilient than many bacteria and viruses.
My whole body was being shredded from the inside as Pathogen-R simultaneously spread to the rest of my body parts.
The pain was unbearable and I wasn't the type to have infinite willpower or some bullshit to endure high levels of torture. (I had no Essence of Whatnot)
It was simply indescribable and I couldn't help but wanna cry, only for pitiful whines to escape my canines.
As agony consumed me, an involuntary instinct led me to roll on the unforgiving ground, a desperate attempt to quell the pain. The sharp edges of gravel and stones pressed into my body, indifferent to my suffering.
Rock and rolling to a tuneless tune.
Then, I don't remember the details of the events that followed next.
I DIED.
I ate more than I could chew.
But honestly, before I died(blacked out), I think I heard the Evil Supreme douche or was it just merely a trick of my mind?
"Kekeke, and so it begins!"
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