The Beasts Within
Of Fangs and Teeth
He had finally finished it! It was done! He had not only solved the mysteries of lycanthropy, but he had been able to alter it to get the results he desired. He just had to wait for the serum to-
Suddenly he heard a loud crash coming from the lower levels of his mansion. Those repugnant commoners had finally made their way into his property. He looked at the timer and saw that he still had to wait another 20 minutes.
He didn’t know whether he could hold them off for that long. They were just as barbaric before the lycanthropy outbreak as they were now in their beast forms, so much so that some believed that the disease only transformed you into your true self. He didn’t believe in that nonsense of karma and fate, of course, but he agreed that nothing really changed aside from their newly gained strength. They were just idiots led by their primal instincts before, they were the same now.
He put a pistol on his leg holster and grabbed his shotgun. It took eight shells, and five more in the bullet loop. As he headed out of his laboratory, he heard glass and wood breaking downstairs.
Mindless fools. He thought to himself. They may look like animals, but they were even less than that. Animals, at the very least, were loyal. They were like insects, giving in to their every desire. Devouring and raping each other ever since the outbreak.
He had made his way to the stairs of the main hall when the lights suddenly went off. He wasn’t worried, his batteries would keep the lab running for hours, should he still have need of it. Idiots, the lot of them, thinking they could use their beastly sight to gain an advantage over him.
“Night vision.” He said as he tapped on the rim of his glasses. The lenses suddenly turned bright green and he could see everything once again. He then cocked his shotgun to be ready.
Do they even know whose house they are breaking into?
He started going down the steps, slowly. He suddenly saw movement, something big was zigzagging towards him. He took into account the speed and distance of each pivot, and shot where he knew the filthy bastard would be.
He heard it whelp and turn to leave, so he shot it again, knocking it down. He scanned the area as he slowly repositioned himself, to be able to see the creature’s head and blasted it with another shot.
He quickly loaded three more shells into the gun from the bullet loops and cocked it once more. In the corner of his glasses, he could see that he still had sixteen minutes to go.
“We know who you are.” A deep, beastly voice echoed through the main hall.
“Congratulations, you have access to a TV. Like two billion other people in the world.” He spat in disgust. The inner workings of a lesser mind was pitiful at best.
The deep voice laughed.
“Ah, if the media could see you now.” It said, sounding rather content. “Genius billionaire who vowed to make the world a better place, shoots person in the head. No remorse for human life.”
“Did this thing act like a human when it broke into my house, and charged at me with its claws and fangs?” He asked, gun raised and ready, eyes scanning the entire hall.
“Oh, but you don’t know what it’s like out there. We are all so hungry and confused.” It said, almost joyfully, talking like they were old friends, just catching up. Even just the idea made him nauseous. The audacity of this insignificant halfwit. “While you sit here comfortably inside of your fortress. With food and supplies, having every need of yours met by those who labor for you.”
“Your sorry excuse for a brain has failed you once again.” He stated, slowly walking backwards to the stairs. “Look around, vile insect. Do you see any food or supplies? Do you see any extravagance to be displayed or labor at the ready? Are you blind or just stupid?”
The truth was, he had let everyone go. Once the general population was starting to transform, he couldn’t trust even those working for him. He wasn’t cruel, though. He gave them everything they could take, as long as they didn’t touch his bedroom and lab.
“I always thought you would be one arrogant son of a bitch.” It laughed. He still couldn’t pinpoint its location. “Who would have thought I was so right.”
“How low is one’s self esteem to be surprised by his own, perceived, correct assumption?” He asked, wondering if the voice was coming from upstairs. “Utterly pathetic.”
He suddenly felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. He quickly turned, but something grabbed his neck with incredible force. He pulled the trigger, but the cretin didn’t even budge. This one was much larger than any he had ever seen. It ripped the shotgun out of his hands and brought his head close to its gaping mouth full of teeth.
“I completely agree.” It smiled with a low growl. “Utterly pathetic.”
The next thing he knew, he heard a loud thud and his back felt like it had split into two. When he opened his eyes and realized he was on the ground. He looked up and saw the beast some distance away and assumed that it had thrown him against one of the pillars.
“Look at you, so full of yourself, and still weaker than our, smallest runt.” The beast walked towards him in a slow and carefree manner. “You told the world that you wanted to make it better. But where were you when we needed you?”
He quickly got up and pulled out his pistol. But before he could aim, more of them appeared and grabbed his arms. He tried to free himself but received a punch to the gut for his efforts.
“You thought I would have come here with just one other wolf?” The beast laughed as it approached. “I was one of the firsts. I am an alpha. My bite makes them serve me.”
It’s gigantic hand gently grabbed his head.
“Look at us. Two creatures of power.” It stated, almost sounding sad. “But as the world comes to an end. My power and influence grows and yours-”
It stopped and gestured around at the empty mansion with its free hand.
“Well.” It laughed, the low growl still constantly audible in its throat. “So here you are. The world changer. Waiting to die alone. But you know, maybe you could still change it by serving me. Aren’t you a vegetarian? Wanting to change the world starting with your eating habits? What do you think will happen when you transform into a wolf like us?”
That made him start laughing. It would seem this insignificant worm’s delusion knew no bounds.
“I tire of you proving me right over and over that you are just a terribly useless imbecile.” He stated confidently. He needed to play this just right. “You speak of me, but your own hubris keeps you from seeing the possibility that I am a man of my word and was actually doing what I had promised instead of simply waiting for you to arrive.”
“Oh?” The beast seemed genuinely intrigued. “Then by all means, tell us what you have been up to, all cooped up in here by yourself.”
He kept a straight face and stared at the beast as if in challenge.
“I have unlocked the mysteries of lycanthropy.” He stated casually. “I told the world I wanted to make it a better place. I could no longer ignore the recent events.”
The beast seemed to be at a loss of words.
Surely this waste of space and oxygen is weighing the pros and cons of having a possible cure. But if it has even a fraction of the intelligence of a cockroach, then he will know that having the cure in his hands could be a strong bargaining chip.
“You have a working cure?” It asked, almost desperate. It was too easy.
“Not only can I show you,” He stated, moving his head away from the now limp grasp of the beast. “But I can give you the first sample of what I’ve been working on.”
“Hold him tightly while he leads the way.” The beast told the other wolves, before turning towards him again. “No funny business.”
When they made their way into the lab, they saw that his computer were still running.
“May I?” he asked, showing his open palms.
The beast nodded to the two wolves, who looked at each other and let him go reluctantly. He ignored them and cracked his knuckles and started typing on the computer. He glanced at the corner of his glasses.
He put on the larger mounted screen on the wall, the structure of the lycanthrope genome that he had replicated. He pointed at the parts that he had needed to modify.
“This is-” He started to explain but was cut off by the beast.
“Save it.” The beast grunted, putting its freakishly big hands on his shoulder. “Where is the cure?”
“The last proof that you are, irrevocably, that of an inferior intellect is that your one sided mind automatically thought of a cure when I mentioned that I had unlocked the mysteries of lycanthropy.” He said as a matter of fact. “I never mentioned a cure.”
“So you are nothing but a liar.” The beast’s pupils dilated and his grip became firmer.
“How dare you. I have said nothing but the truth.” He stated, gesturing towards the screen. “It is not my fault that your simple mind presumed what wasn’t there instead of listening to what was being said.”
The beast’s grip relaxed just a little.
“Well, you did promise me the first sample of what you were working on.” It said, its low growl becoming louder.
“Yes, yes I did.” He admitted with a straight face. “And show you, I shall.”
“Well?” The beast asked. His patience, visibly running thin.
“One moment.” He said, putting up a finger.
“You are stalling!” The Beast growled, tightening its grip on his shoulder and flinging him to the side.
He flew through glass and metal, but through all that crashing and breaking, he noted.
His back hit a wall and he fell to the ground, but the beast was already on him, grabbing his head and lifting him up. But as it lifted him up, he grew.
He grew dark and short fur all over his body, sharp horns pierced the sides of his head, growing from his skull, his face got longer, and his muscles bulged. When he opened his eyes, he was towering over the beast.
The expression of surprise and fear on the beast quickly turned to one of amusement.
“A bull?” it laughed. “This is what you were working on? What, did you want to turn like us, but still wanted to be vegetarian?”
He felt good. He opened and closed his fist and he could feel every fiber of muscle on his arm. It was as if all of his senses had been augmented.
“Do you really-” The beast was starting to say, but he lunged at it.
He grabbed its snout and pulled it back and took a big bite out of its throat. He dropped the unmoving beast as he chewed on its flesh. The other two wolves stared, unmoving and reeking of fear.
“But- but you are a bull.” One of them said.
What confuses their little minds? A bull does not separate the insects from the grass when it eats. The small insects are inconsequential to its diet, they are but a nuisance of no importance.
And that’s what they all were to him. Filthy little insects, in his grass, in his world.