Monster Boy
It is a cold winter morning in the residential area of Pittsban. Along the dirt trailed forest, animals peacefully enjoy themselves eating grass, seeds, and flowers. Suddenly one deer lifts his head, then runs away. The other animals stampede behind him as a new figure lands in their place. The figure roars a scream, throws a syringe dart on the ground, then leaps away into the forest. A slow pacing step approaches. A man crouches, then grabs the syringe. He laughs as he walks away.
The next day, Mrs. Pallette stands in front of the junior class. She places a sheet on the projector.
“This is called a linear equation. Formed just as a sentence from left to right, we can write out numbers in the form of a formula. Instead of a sloppy puzzle of numbers, we now have the blueprint. Only step by step from here.”
While she turns to the board and begins rambling, Abraham stares out the window. Abraham, an indifferent boy. A boy who stays to himself. Also a boy who loves to play sports. Abraham gets great grades in school. Only today, he has other things on his mind. His classmate, Millie, can tell. She stares at Abraham who is in his pondering gestures. Suddenly the bell rings. The class begins to fill out into the hallway. Mrs. Pallette barks out homework details as they groan their way out. Abraham opens his locker. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Millie coming.
“Glad to you see you are okay Abraham. I’ve been wondering where you have been.”
Millie approaches him in a friendly nature. Though underneath, she is very worried. Millie has had a crush on Abraham since he helped her avoid an embarrassing fall in 6th grade. Abraham has never gotten close though. He is very casual as he focuses on school.
“Thank you for asking Millie. I am fine.”, he persist.
Millie leans in.
“Of course Abraham. We’re not usually talking to each other, but I had to check. You’ve missed 8 days in a row. Plus I know you’ve heard. 7 students have went missing within the last month.”
Abraham closes his locker and straps his book bag on his back.
“Really thank you for checking. See ya later Millie.” He waves, then turns to walk away. Until Millie grabs his hand. She pulls up his arm a bit and stares at it. Abraham snatches away.
“Sorry I have to go.” Abraham hurries away. Millie stares as he leaves. For a brief moment when Abraham was pulling his book bag on his back, Millie could see what looks like a sore under his arm.
The town of Pittsban is peaceful. About 4,500 residents. Nothing exciting ever happens in Pittsban that would wow any average person. No tourist attractions or stop offs. Just plain and grey. Average town with average town things to do. Only recently, the thing most talked about is the disappearance of high school students. The reported missing have not returned. Until Abraham. The last 8 days for Abraham have been a rollercoaster and it’s only getting to the climax.
Abraham, cornered in a random room in a random building he has never been to, begins to write.
I am Abraham Jenkins. I am recovering from being held hostage amongst other things. I managed to escape my celled chamber. Hopefully someone reads this before it’s too late. I’ll start by saying that there are others being held. I am not the only one. It started 7 days ago at an ice cream stop on the outskirts of town. I was training for the upcoming cycling marathon. I had biked very far. Farther than I ever had before. I stopped to refill on energy. The shopkeeper was a bit strange but an easy person to converse with. We chatted about everything. Finally he got me to try his new recipe. I don’t remember ever tasting it. I woke up in a cell. A patch under my arm. I had been stuck by a syringe. I sat there contemplating about the situation. Why me? Why now? Who is this man? Where am I? Suddenly the ice cream shopkeeper appeared. With a simple word.
“Hello!”, he said. “Hi!”, he said.
He seemed so friendly. I couldn’t help but be angry. I slammed on the cell. Why am I here? Let me go. These words didn’t reach him as he only laughed at my actions. He then said some alarming things to me.
“You’re the only one to revert back. You’re like the chosen one. Golden DNA. Me and you, are going to be rich.” The only things after these words was him pointing a gun at me. No hesitation he pulled the trigger. My frightened face glanced at the new dart in my shoulder. He then opened the cell and slung my arm over his shoulder as he carried me. It was blurry and I was dizzy. We walked pass horrible things. The other cells were not empty. Monsters. Wolf boys. Ape boys. Furry creatures. The man spoke again.
“Those there.. all can’t return human. But you, you’re the golden boy. Across the US, 197 trials. I began to not believe in my work.”
I could only be dragged forward. Woozy as I was, I couldn’t help this urge to think about food. I felt as if I’ve not eaten anything in years. The cramp in my stomach was fierce. We made it to another room. Inside, it seemed as if the room was made for torture. Though I recently noticed, it is a lab room. He sat me down in a chair. The harnesses attached were strapped for my wrist and feet. Hours went by. The man worked on a laptop. He came back and forth using tubes and prickers. Grabbing strands of hair, and taking swabs out my mouth. Maybe it was an urge. Maybe it was something that was not natural to my new body. Or maybe I was really hungry. Either of which, the man accidentally cut himself. The sight of his blood is the last thing I remember before waking up out in the snow. I’ve become something bad. That’s not the worst news though. This man will be terminating the other monsters he created. All of them are human. After a week of learning the beast boy I’ve become, I made it back into his secret lab. I’ve learned his secrets and seen his plan. My blood will be used to create others like me. I can’t allow this. Also I’m wanting to believe that my blood can reverse the effect. Maybe the right doctor or scientist can help. Tomorrow night, he will execute the 7 other monsters here. I’m not some superhero but I’ve been thrown into this and there is no going back. I believe we can save them.
Cop lights light up the busy town area of Pittsban. Many residents are in tears. Some throwing bottles and trash at the police officers. Everyone is angry. In the street, lays a wolf like creature. He lays bleeding out, hunched over a girl. That girl is Millie. Millie pushes up on the beast and leans him over, onto the ground. Suddenly the wolf creature begins to transform. He reverts fully into a human. The human is Abraham. He lay lifeless and he eyes go dark. Mellie screams into the sky as cop lights brightly fill the area and cops themselves begin to rush in.
My name is Millie. Conjuring strength to write out this email is maybe one of the easiest things I have done. Easy because of the strength Abraham left with me. The night of his death is clear as the sky to me. I started it out as a curious girl. I felt anxious. Earlier that day, I seen Abraham for the first time in 8 days. Just as the sun went down. I felt the need to get answers. I never told anyone, but I always knew where Abraham lived. I didn’t think a caring friend going for a visit would be a problem. So I headed towards Abraham’s home. A mere 20 minute bike ride. Little did I know, I’d be biking for my life. I’m still not sure what they were.. but monsters. Attacked me in the night. 5 of them. Attacked me. After witnessing them dismantle a man’s head on the side of the road, I pedaled fast as I could without stop. They ran fast. Jumped high. They were vicious and full of bloodlust. Finally they knocked my bike over and lunged to mount me. As I thought I’d die, I was saved. By another monster. A beast. A wolf creature. He battled the 5 monsters together. Bashing two of their heads together, he crushed their skulls. Grabbing me, he ran. The remaining beast followed. As he carried, I felt indifferent. I am supposed to be scared. Terrified for my life. On the contrary, I felt warm. I felt safe in this wolf creature’s arms. The other beast came close. Scratching and clawing as he carried me, yet I still felt safe. Finally we made it near the town and a beast caught his leg. I felt out his arms. I made a run for the town. A beast tried to lunge but the monster wolf intervened again, tackling it to the ground. I ran into town screaming. Quickly the bars unfilled and the stores as well. A crowd in the streets. I thought I’d be safe. I was wrong. The monsters didn’t care. They lunged into the crowd. They swung viciously, knocking citizens into walls and into cars. The police officers began shooting. The bullets have no effect. Officers were flung easily by the beast attacking. They were unstoppable.. until the monster wolf came once again. He fought and fought. Picking up a car, he smashed the head of the other monster. Then again, with a light pole. Soon they were defeated. The crowd was still uneased. The police surrounded the monster wolf. All pointing guns. Their backup had arrived. Instinctively I ran in front of the monster. Over and over the police yelled at me to move. I trembled with tears running down my face. I held my hands up and yelled repeatedly.
“Don’t shoot! He helped us! Don’t shoot!”
The panicked officers were not calm enough still. Through all the tension, they opened fire, even with me standing there. The monster wolf covered me like his child. He took every bullet. As I looked up to his agonized face, I could see his tears.
3 years later, I am a possessed woman. I investigated everything about that day. I found the hidden lab and I found a little black book that Abraham wrote his final message in. William Packman. The man behind the monster boy experiments. Later today, he receives an award for outstanding innovative experiments. Though no one knows what he truly experiments on. So I send this emailed writing submission for Boca Media. Hoping the true story gets out. Tonight will be the night William pays.
3 months later, Millie sits in her jail cell. A guard comes to her cell.
“I have mail for you Millie.”
He snarls and walks away after leaving the envelope at the edge of her cell. Millie is tucked into her knees. She keeps glancing at the letter. After 20 minutes, she caves. She crawls to the envelope, rolls over and looks to the ceiling as she reads. It is from Boca Media.
Millie Jenson, since your story involves the murder of a well known man, William Packman, we cannot grant you as the winner of our contest...... But as a secret, on your books is $20,000. All from the company owner’s pocket.
P.S. We love your story! And the monster boy. Take care.
Millie buries the letter on her chest and cries.
“Thank you Abraham... Thank you.”
About the Creator
pod.party
So I write program: (mechani) on webtoons :)
https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/program-mechani/list?title_no=410045
working on another webtoon titled Art of War. Plus Monster Boy which I submitted here!
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