From ocelot@gte.net Fri Mar 7 13:16:49 1997 Date: Fri, 07 Mar 1997 02:30:14 -0500 From: "Jason A. Williams" To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Lab Rat1: The nightmare begins... [The following text is in the "iso-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] Lab Rat Jason A. Williams AKA Abacus Jura¤ This story is the rightful property of Jason A. Williams, and may be used for Tsa-talk posting. all right reserved 1997 Ocelot Studios¤ * The day started cold, wet, almost like the days one dreams of in a nightmare or badly, cliched movie. Unfortunately, this was no movie, and it sure as hell wasn't make believe. He tried to move. From what little his senses could reveal to him, the cell was dark and musty. It's only light being the ventilation housing about ten feet above him. He tried to move again, summoning what little strength remained in his arms. He couldn't see, but imagined his arms were bound by some sort of restraining bar, He felt cold and wet; and could felt barren, as if he was naked. ^à * áhThe door slid open quietly with a woosh. Two tall lanky men walked in slowly, almost in militartistic unison. He couldn't see. One of the men ripped the duct tape from his eyes with a painful yank. His eyes fought to adjust to the new found light as one of the men, dressed in a green lab coat put a dog collar and chain around his neck, pulling him up hard like some disobedient labrador retreiver. * "Get up Mr. Cain..." the other man ordered sharply. The man stood, weak from hunger and exhaustion. the other man withdrew a small syringe and jabbed it into the man's arm "Jeesh!!what th'..." Cain started. The other man struck him in the kidneys^à * "No-don't damage him you sonofafbitch!! He's important. if Hauser finds out you're beating the subjects, he'll kill us both!" the other barked. é * "The man was lead out of the room and down a stainless steel hallway, he had difficulty remembering any of this....¤ * Ryan Cain was a brilliant reporter and investigator, arguably the best in his class. it was of no surprise of course that he should land his first assignment to investigate PARTHON INDUSTRIES. He as a matter of fact had difficulty even accepting the assignment and responsibility of blowing the lid off the ultra modern research facility and his best friend and mentor, Raymond Hauser. Hauser and he had gone back as far as high school. They were inseparable as friends, and fierce competitors. The one thing that eventually drove a stake between their friendship wasn't love, or women, or money as one would expect. It was revenge * * * Copyright 1997: "Jason A. Williams" . If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask the author for permission first. Thank you ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- Archives: WWW: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk FTP: ftp://ftp.t0.or.at/pub/tsa/talk-archive/ for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at to get human help: thomash@t0.or.at From ocelot@gte.net Fri Mar 7 13:16:53 1997 Date: Fri, 07 Mar 1997 02:35:23 -0500 From: "Jason A. Williams" To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Lab Rat 2: the nightmare continues [The following text is in the "iso-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] and petty hatred; fostered after Hauser lost his research and petty hatred; fostered after Hauser lost his research grant, and almost his freedom, after Cain had linked him to a bribery and embezzlement scam. Hauser beat the rap and avoided jail time, but was severely reprimanded and reduced in stature by the scientific community. word was he'd packed up and moved out of the country. î * áhRyan could never get over the fact he'd contributed to his best friend's demise. Friends were supposed to be supporting, loyal, and turn a blind eye when the time came. Cain had put loyal to others above his friend, and it had cost him. Ryan had spent the last five years in San Diego, mostly doing reporting for Scripps Institute. He never found love, but he did find a companion.+ * áh Her name was Tuffy, and she was a lab rat he'd taken home after it had lost it's tail in a fan blade. He'd cared for the rat for the last three years and it provided almost everything important in a normal companionship. There was a certain love, and Tuffy was the only creature who really seemed to understand him, his stress, and his job. Outside of that, it she was the only pet suitable to keep in an apartment that didn't allow pets. ¤ *h áÑ * áhCain, still naked, was led into what appeared to be some sort of operating room, and had all the refinements of the old research unit back at Scripps. He quickly scanned the room , looking for any chance for escape route or weapon he could get to. The two lanky men who handled him resembled twins. Both wore identical clothing, had identical hair styles, and identical eyes. The one thing that served to differentiate the two was their height, as well as the fact one was sprouting what could only be described as a pink, furry tail, which hung like a knotted rope from his lower spine. One of the twin's hands also seemed to be a little wiry, and claw like. + * áhRyan's hands were unclasped and transferred to the examination chair in which he was now seated. This chair reminded him of a nightmarish trip to the dentist, it's sharp probes and tools hanging like torture implements in front of him. One of the twins clamped his legs into the chair, the other secured his head, chest, and waist with tight leather straps. if he was going to die, let it be now, "Enough of this horseshit !!" He thought.F * áhOne of the twins, the taller one with the claw hands approached him with a black bag, the other drew an I.V. and connected it a strange machine Cain had never seem before. blood departed his arm through one serpentine tube as a milky white fluid entered through another. Ryan immediately began to feel nautious.^ * áhOne of the twins approached him with some rolled up something or other tucked under his arm. He stood in front of Cain defiantly and slowly unrolled the bundle. Cain saw it was some sort of halloween mask. The twin pulled the mask over Cain's head with a hard yank and pulled the zipper down in back, catching his hair in the process. + * áh"You wait for doctor..." He said, almost hissing. The twins departed the room like obedient robots, as quietly as they had entered. The lights went dim; Cain fought to make sense of the theatrics.: * áhA familiar voice boomed out almost godlike-f * * * Copyright 1997: "Jason A. Williams" . If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask the author for permission first. Thank you ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- Archives: WWW: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk FTP: ftp://ftp.t0.or.at/pub/tsa/talk-archive/ for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at to get human help: thomash@t0.or.at From ocelot@gte.net Fri Mar 7 13:16:56 1997 Date: Fri, 07 Mar 1997 02:37:06 -0500 From: "Jason A. Williams" To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Lab Rat3: the nightmare continues [The following text is in the "iso-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] áh"Now who is the rat!!!" I have built the better mouse trap, and behold, I catch rats!!"+ * áhRyan didn't need a photograph to figure out it was the voice of Emmirich Hauser, a little older, but still the same old demonic bastard as ever. The shadowy figure which now filled the doorway opposite Cain grew closer until Cain could see the man's rough features. Even through the mask's smallish eye holes , he could be recognized better than any police line up. Hauser peered down into Cain's eyes like a child scolding a puppy.µ * áh" You son of a bitch, did you really think you'd get rid of a genius like me? Did you really think you were so good, and I was so baaad that I would just forget all about you, and the rat and go and hide somewhere?"# * áhCain tried to speak.¶ * áh"Silence!" I'm the head scientist here, and this time, I'm in charge!" Oh, here, do you want to see what successes brought you?" Hauser handed him a mirror. Through the small eye holes, Cain could see he was wearing a very realistic latex rubber rat mask covered in thick brown fur and sporting thin wiry whiskers. He bega to guess how much a mask like this would set Hauser back. A small manufacturer's tag hung from behind his head on the zipper. Hauser grabbed it .½ * áh" Oh, I see here," Saifd Hauser reading the tag with interest."That you are a ...Lab Rat. Well, yes, that is true, and how poetic, the rat becomes the rat!"+ * áh"You're mad Hauser, and I have to stop you..." Cain shot back, muffled through the mask. The mask, which apperntly had some sot of jaw mechanism, mouthed it's humman host's words almost to the letter.^ * áh"You are in no position to stop anyone. As a matter of fact, I'll be stopping .+ * áhyou. For you are going to replace my lab rat. You are going to pay for your disobedience to me, and you are going to experience the pain I experienced..." Hauser threatened.: * áh"Do you now why you were brought here Ryan? Let me fill you in. Ever since you interfered with my research, and hadtowrite that awful tell all story about me and start that nasty scandal, not to mention the loss of my research grant, and forcing e to leave the country, I've always wanted to do something nice for mankind. But as fate would have it, there are no more nice men left in the world. Now my research has shifted to animals, and their betterment. Hauser held his fingers inches from Cain's face. "I was this close!! AND YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP!!!"O * áhHauser smacked Cain's mask covered head, causing Cain to slouch.ï * áhCain's eyes again shifted toward the strange machine next to him, watching the white fluid flow more steadily into his arm. ¦ * áhHauser went to a control panel and started typing. He initiated some sort of sequence. Cain's body felt ready to explode-his nausea and cramping returned in strength.ü * áh"Good-it's begun." Hauser said in triumph." I was afraid you would resist. That * * * Copyright 1997: "Jason A. Williams" . If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask the author for permission first. Thank you ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- Archives: WWW: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk FTP: ftp://ftp.t0.or.at/pub/tsa/talk-archive/ for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at to get human help: thomash@t0.or.at From ocelot@gte.net Fri Mar 7 13:17:18 1997 Date: Fri, 07 Mar 1997 02:38:28 -0500 From: "Jason A. Williams" To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Lab Rat 4: a new horror [The following text is in the "iso-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] *wouldn't be any fun now would it!"g * áhHauser approached Cain, who was starting to shake violently, and experience cold chills.g * áh"What..s.....ssss. happening.....to me..." Cain staggered trying to remain coherent. " C * áh"I told you," Hauser said. " You're the rat now..."+ * áh"You are going to be may personal lab rat, just like you took my rat, I'll take you. Besides, how do you honestly expect me to run a lab without a lab rat, it's very uncivilized. " Hauser said with mock distinction. Cain began to shake more, he could feel the muscles in his body shrink , contract, and twist like out of control power lines. His skull felt like it was being crushed. He urinated helplessly into the chair, unable to control his bladder. _ * áh"What a mess, and you call yourself a professional?" Hauser quipped. "Ok, it's time for me to go, I do have a number of things more pressing to do than watch you..." Hauser approached the door, not bothering to touch the lights. b * áh"You will remember who is in charge in the future, won't you?" he asked Cain dryly.ë * áhCain lifted his head and studied Hauser for he last time." this isn't over Hauser...not by a damn sight!!" he challenged. r * áh"Suit yourself." Said Hauser, pleased he'd won the day. "At least I won't be the one scrounging for food, or running from cats...living in filth, eating GARBAGE!!!" He bellowed. Hauser's head was ready to explode, clearly he was agitated at being challenged by Cain. Hauser stormed out of the room, slamming it's heavy sliding steel door. Cain was alone. - * áhRyan began struggled with the bindings which held him fast, slowly he seemed to be starting to get his right one loose enough to slip through. His wrists for some reason, slid like butter through the restraints. Why would they be that easy? He worked with the chest and neck strap, freeing himself. Cain yanked the I.V. from his arm, spilling it's milky fluid on the floor. This machine had something to do with his sickness, if not his transformation. Cain got up and attempted to peel the mask from his face, to his horror it hurt more than he thought it would. He could feel as if he had new living tissue beneath it. He clawed at it, struggling to get it as far from his body as possible.+ * áhAs he struggled with the mask, he caught his imadge in the bright reflection of the machine; his form had taken on a dark grayish appearance, and he seemed to be a little thinner than he remembered. he scrambled to find a mirror, he could hear distant clicking, almost like a dog's nails on tile. Cain found a full length mirror. It was all too convenient. the mirror, the loose bindings; Hauser was baiting him into a trap.7 * áhCain looked in a combination of horror and fascination at the changes his body was undertaking. Where his hands once hung, were now thin flesh covered paws, each nail ending in a sharp black point, his body was molting into shades of gray, white, and brown, peppered with black flecks. As he carefully peeled off sections of the fur covered foam rubber mask from his face, he was horrified to discover an almost exact copy of it on now on his body-fused at the neck! That Fucker Hauser had used the mask like * * * Copyright 1997: "Jason A. Williams" . If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask the author for permission first. Thank you ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- Archives: WWW: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk FTP: ftp://ftp.t0.or.at/pub/tsa/talk-archive/ for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at to get human help: thomash@t0.or.at From ocelot@gte.net Fri Mar 7 13:17:20 1997 Date: Fri, 07 Mar 1997 02:38:28 -0500 From: "Jason A. Williams" To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Lab Rat 4: a new horror [The following text is in the "iso-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] *wouldn't be any fun now would it!"g * áhHauser approached Cain, who was starting to shake violently, and experience cold chills.g * áh"What..s.....ssss. happening.....to me..." Cain staggered trying to remain coherent. " C * áh"I told you," Hauser said. " You're the rat now..."+ * áh"You are going to be may personal lab rat, just like you took my rat, I'll take you. Besides, how do you honestly expect me to run a lab without a lab rat, it's very uncivilized. " Hauser said with mock distinction. Cain began to shake more, he could feel the muscles in his body shrink , contract, and twist like out of control power lines. His skull felt like it was being crushed. He urinated helplessly into the chair, unable to control his bladder. _ * áh"What a mess, and you call yourself a professional?" Hauser quipped. "Ok, it's time for me to go, I do have a number of things more pressing to do than watch you..." Hauser approached the door, not bothering to touch the lights. b * áh"You will remember who is in charge in the future, won't you?" he asked Cain dryly.ë * áhCain lifted his head and studied Hauser for he last time." this isn't over Hauser...not by a damn sight!!" he challenged. r * áh"Suit yourself." Said Hauser, pleased he'd won the day. "At least I won't be the one scrounging for food, or running from cats...living in filth, eating GARBAGE!!!" He bellowed. Hauser's head was ready to explode, clearly he was agitated at being challenged by Cain. Hauser stormed out of the room, slamming it's heavy sliding steel door. Cain was alone. - * áhRyan began struggled with the bindings which held him fast, slowly he seemed to be starting to get his right one loose enough to slip through. His wrists for some reason, slid like butter through the restraints. Why would they be that easy? He worked with the chest and neck strap, freeing himself. Cain yanked the I.V. from his arm, spilling it's milky fluid on the floor. This machine had something to do with his sickness, if not his transformation. Cain got up and attempted to peel the mask from his face, to his horror it hurt more than he thought it would. He could feel as if he had new living tissue beneath it. He clawed at it, struggling to get it as far from his body as possible.+ * áhAs he struggled with the mask, he caught his imadge in the bright reflection of the machine; his form had taken on a dark grayish appearance, and he seemed to be a little thinner than he remembered. he scrambled to find a mirror, he could hear distant clicking, almost like a dog's nails on tile. Cain found a full length mirror. It was all too convenient. the mirror, the loose bindings; Hauser was baiting him into a trap.7 * áhCain looked in a combination of horror and fascination at the changes his body was undertaking. Where his hands once hung, were now thin flesh covered paws, each nail ending in a sharp black point, his body was molting into shades of gray, white, and brown, peppered with black flecks. As he carefully peeled off sections of the fur covered foam rubber mask from his face, he was horrified to discover an almost exact copy of it on now on his body-fused at the neck! That Fucker Hauser had used the mask like * * * Copyright 1997: "Jason A. Williams" . If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask the author for permission first. Thank you ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- Archives: WWW: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk FTP: ftp://ftp.t0.or.at/pub/tsa/talk-archive/ for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at to get human help: thomash@t0.or.at From ocelot@gte.net Fri Mar 7 13:17:23 1997 Date: Fri, 07 Mar 1997 02:40:15 -0500 From: "Jason A. Williams" To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Lab Rat 4: revenge [The following text is in the "iso-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] a mold, and cast his own rat head from it!!" * áhCain now noticed a bridge of black fur that started up his muzzle, and ended at the crest at the top of his head. he cried in pain and horror as two flap like ears began to emerge and push their way upward to the top of his head; pink, and raw with just a hint of dark fur./ * áhHe fell to the floor, his weak rat like legs could no longer support his weight. He gasped for air as his muzzle continued its push out the center of his face, his shiny black wet nose swelling to it's proportionate size. Cain tried to lift his head, or whatever it could be called. He saw his front incisors as they began pushing out, spilling blood and fluids to the floor. He began to squeal in pain, he could feel the remainder of his sharp rat teeth cut through the soft tissue of his skull; human teeth began to fall out like bad candy. * áhRyan stood up slowly, steadying himself on his heavy haunches; his thin wiry legs trembling as he steadied himself. For some reason, unbeknownst to him, Hauser had failed to compensate for human DNA fluctuation. In the fluid administerd to him by the machine, Cain's system had modified the dosage quantity, resulting in this anthropomorphic rat hybrid. He had intellect, emotion, he could stand, and he began to experience human emotions again. He wondered if or how he could speak. He walked around the room slowly , his sharp nails clicking eerily on the shiny metal floor. Suddenly, a sharp pain in his lower back forced him sit back down, a paw propped his head as he gritted his buck teeth trying to stave the pain. He couldn't remember being so constipated. I * áhCain opened his eyes-he had seen that his eyes, normally a rich brown, had blackened to glossy marbles, a this stream of fluid moistened them as he blinked. his nose had turned to a bright pink. Cain looked down at his paws, each one covered and protected by a series of smooth flesh pink pads. he for the first time, began too fully explore his features, and instinctively clean himself-rat style. Clearly there were things that were imbeded in him through the DNA that he couldn't control. Ninety seven percent of him had to teach itself to think, feel, and be a rat.- * áhCain vomited unexpectedly, a thick mass of yellowish soup emptied at his hind paws as he reached behind him. A thick pink tail, segmented and banded with hairs had erupted out of his spine and coiled itself at his feet, ready to do his bidding. Cain now stood up, feeling stronger; he hoped the transformation was over, he couldn't possibly imagine what further transformations or changes he could endure at this point. His muzzle began to burn like fire, he felt his face, something was coming out of it. He brushed his face. WHISKERS! He noticed he was bleeding thin wiry whiskers from all over his muzzle and eyebrows, he was becoming more ratlike. God, was there no end to the horror!! ] * áhAs Cain finished grooming the protrusions on his face, he began to sniff the dank, bloody air. Hauser, he could smell Hauser! how? He heard Hauser's heavy Italian loafers coming slowly down the hall. Cain couldn't get over how the ears had picked up the faintest sound and amplified them tenfold, Cain could almost taste the leather.F * áhHauser opened the steel door and turned up the lights. Æ * áh"Good god Cain, you are a messy little rat aren't you. " Hauser took another step. His foot landing in a pile of warm brown manure.¡ * áh"Ha! Is that you can do! C'mon out...let daddy have a look at you! Cain...you can't run, you're much to big..." He called as he continued to search for Cain.M * áh"You're the endangered species Hauser...." Came a smooth hiss.[ * áh"You did this to me, you took my life...and now what..." The hiss continued.» * áhHauser went into an ante room and picked up an automatic rifle, popping a clip into it. Ok, Cain, c'mon out, fun's over...lets get you back to...your...cage..."¿ * áhHauser leveled the rifle at the block of shadows in front of him and fired. BBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT, BBRTT BBRRRTTTTT. He emptied the clip and slid in another.Å * áhHis breath was stale, and Cain had smelled it since he came it. Hauser fumbled in one pocket and withdrew a small butter candy. ] * áh"Here, Cain, little treat...come get it..." He called as he tossed the candy. | * áhIt landed inches from Cain's foot, he began to savor it's rich delicious aroma, muzzle high in the air. He had to think. He was a physical rat, but he had to control instinct! Control instinct!! He forced himself to bypass this little pleasure, that was probably poisoned anyway. he kicked the candy away, sending it skittling across the floor back towards Hauser. 8 * áh"Not hungry Cain?" Hauser called in jest.O * áh"Not for candy." Cain hissed through his dirty crooked teeth.". * áhHauser turned around, Cain had him on the floor, tearing at the man's face and neck, Hauser screamed his worth as he watched Cain chew out his throat. He put his hand up to try and block Cain, Cain swiped at the hand; severing four of the five digits and sending pieces of hand across the shiny floor. When the blood bath was finished, Cain, burning with an unexplained inhumane hunger, began to feast on the corpse. He stopped short as he split open the meaty flesh from the side of Hauser's skull, it was a rat skull-identical to his own...¤ *h ás * áh----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------¤ *h áP * áhcopyright 1997: Abacus Jura (ocelot@GTE.net). if you would like to post this stroy elsewhere, please ask author's permission first. Thank you. ¤ *h á- * áh----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Discussion list for the Transfomation Stroy Archive----------------------------V * áhArchives www: http://www.t0.or.at./cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talkP * áhftp: ftp://ftp.t0.or.at/tsa/talk-archive/a * áhfor human help write to: tsa-talk@t0.or.atc * áhto get human help: thomash@t0.or.at # * áhsa- talk is SsaA HE ¤ *h á * * * Copyright 1997: "Jason A. Williams" . If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask the author for permission first. Thank you ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- Archives: WWW: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk FTP: ftp://ftp.t0.or.at/pub/tsa/talk-archive/ for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at to get human help: thomash@t0.or.at From ocelot@gte.net Fri Mar 7 13:17:25 1997 Date: Fri, 07 Mar 1997 02:40:15 -0500 From: "Jason A. Williams" To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Lab Rat 4: revenge [The following text is in the "iso-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] a mold, and cast his own rat head from it!!" * áhCain now noticed a bridge of black fur that started up his muzzle, and ended at the crest at the top of his head. he cried in pain and horror as two flap like ears began to emerge and push their way upward to the top of his head; pink, and raw with just a hint of dark fur./ * áhHe fell to the floor, his weak rat like legs could no longer support his weight. He gasped for air as his muzzle continued its push out the center of his face, his shiny black wet nose swelling to it's proportionate size. Cain tried to lift his head, or whatever it could be called. He saw his front incisors as they began pushing out, spilling blood and fluids to the floor. He began to squeal in pain, he could feel the remainder of his sharp rat teeth cut through the soft tissue of his skull; human teeth began to fall out like bad candy. * áhRyan stood up slowly, steadying himself on his heavy haunches; his thin wiry legs trembling as he steadied himself. For some reason, unbeknownst to him, Hauser had failed to compensate for human DNA fluctuation. In the fluid administerd to him by the machine, Cain's system had modified the dosage quantity, resulting in this anthropomorphic rat hybrid. He had intellect, emotion, he could stand, and he began to experience human emotions again. He wondered if or how he could speak. He walked around the room slowly , his sharp nails clicking eerily on the shiny metal floor. Suddenly, a sharp pain in his lower back forced him sit back down, a paw propped his head as he gritted his buck teeth trying to stave the pain. He couldn't remember being so constipated. I * áhCain opened his eyes-he had seen that his eyes, normally a rich brown, had blackened to glossy marbles, a this stream of fluid moistened them as he blinked. his nose had turned to a bright pink. Cain looked down at his paws, each one covered and protected by a series of smooth flesh pink pads. he for the first time, began too fully explore his features, and instinctively clean himself-rat style. Clearly there were things that were imbeded in him through the DNA that he couldn't control. Ninety seven percent of him had to teach itself to think, feel, and be a rat.- * áhCain vomited unexpectedly, a thick mass of yellowish soup emptied at his hind paws as he reached behind him. A thick pink tail, segmented and banded with hairs had erupted out of his spine and coiled itself at his feet, ready to do his bidding. Cain now stood up, feeling stronger; he hoped the transformation was over, he couldn't possibly imagine what further transformations or changes he could endure at this point. His muzzle began to burn like fire, he felt his face, something was coming out of it. He brushed his face. WHISKERS! He noticed he was bleeding thin wiry whiskers from all over his muzzle and eyebrows, he was becoming more ratlike. God, was there no end to the horror!! ] * áhAs Cain finished grooming the protrusions on his face, he began to sniff the dank, bloody air. Hauser, he could smell Hauser! how? He heard Hauser's heavy Italian loafers coming slowly down the hall. Cain couldn't get over how the ears had picked up the faintest sound and amplified them tenfold, Cain could almost taste the leather.F * áhHauser opened the steel door and turned up the lights. Æ * áh"Good god Cain, you are a messy little rat aren't you. " Hauser took another step. His foot landing in a pile of warm brown manure.¡ * áh"Ha! Is that you can do! C'mon out...let daddy have a look at you! Cain...you can't run, you're much to big..." He called as he continued to search for Cain.M * áh"You're the endangered species Hauser...." Came a smooth hiss.[ * áh"You did this to me, you took my life...and now what..." The hiss continued.» * áhHauser went into an ante room and picked up an automatic rifle, popping a clip into it. Ok, Cain, c'mon out, fun's over...lets get you back to...your...cage..."¿ * áhHauser leveled the rifle at the block of shadows in front of him and fired. BBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT, BBRTT BBRRRTTTTT. He emptied the clip and slid in another.Å * áhHis breath was stale, and Cain had smelled it since he came it. Hauser fumbled in one pocket and withdrew a small butter candy. ] * áh"Here, Cain, little treat...come get it..." He called as he tossed the candy. | * áhIt landed inches from Cain's foot, he began to savor it's rich delicious aroma, muzzle high in the air. He had to think. He was a physical rat, but he had to control instinct! Control instinct!! He forced himself to bypass this little pleasure, that was probably poisoned anyway. he kicked the candy away, sending it skittling across the floor back towards Hauser. 8 * áh"Not hungry Cain?" Hauser called in jest.O * áh"Not for candy." Cain hissed through his dirty crooked teeth.". * áhHauser turned around, Cain had him on the floor, tearing at the man's face and neck, Hauser screamed his worth as he watched Cain chew out his throat. He put his hand up to try and block Cain, Cain swiped at the hand; severing four of the five digits and sending pieces of hand across the shiny floor. When the blood bath was finished, Cain, burning with an unexplained inhumane hunger, began to feast on the corpse. He stopped short as he split open the meaty flesh from the side of Hauser's skull, it was a rat skull-identical to his own...¤ *h ás * áh----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------¤ *h áP * áhcopyright 1997: Abacus Jura (ocelot@GTE.net). if you would like to post this stroy elsewhere, please ask author's permission first. Thank you. ¤ *h á- * áh----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Discussion list for the Transfomation Stroy Archive----------------------------V * áhArchives www: http://www.t0.or.at./cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talkP * áhftp: ftp://ftp.t0.or.at/tsa/talk-archive/a * áhfor human help write to: tsa-talk@t0.or.atc * áhto get human help: thomash@t0.or.at # * áhsa- talk is SsaA HE ¤ *h á * * * Copyright 1997: "Jason A. Williams" . If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask the author for permission first. 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