Chapter 5 19 04 2018
"We have achieved long-lived teratogenic organisms", reports the DEH to Ryan. "Montauk-class. "
"Didn't the people noticed these monsters running around? "
"Indeed they did, sir. But we posted a 'leak' which 'proved' that the organisms were from american secret projects. "
"Now these monsters live longer. "
"Yes sir. The last step is total conversion. These are not noticeable by the population, since the victim totally converts to another specie and thus
is undistinguishable from this said specie. "
"So now the A. Star is ready to take the Chiron Sagittarius strain with safety. "
"Then why the testing about the total conversion? No A. Star member wants to totally convert into another specie - just integrate some qualities of
this specie. "
"Right you are sir. But testing about total conversion will help the DEH to explore the limits of the process, and could help in the project of
converting Earthlings populations into populations of more valuable species. "
Ryan tries to fight his anger.
"And... all of the people on Earth will undergo such operation? "
"No, we will only do it to those who wish for it. For instance, we will evaluate the desire of furry communities and simply grant them their wishes.
There's millions of people down on Earth who would give anything just to convert from human to some other specie. Is it a crime if the victim wishes
for the said crime? As for the rest of mankind, it'll stay human but we'll still incorporate some animal DNA to make sure earthlings don't reproduce
and invade our space. If Earthling scientists discover that mankind's DNA has been tampered with, then we'll simply blame the furry community for
creating and spreading the strain. "
"Perfect", says Ryan.
The DEH walks out of the door. Ryan hesitates, but makes a supreme effort to disguise his worried tone as a cold, matter-of-fact tone:
"What about this, er, Anita Rochers case? "
"The Anita Rochers case, sir? With all due respect, why do you ask? "
"I represent the A. Star, young man. I request the information, you're supposed to give it to me - not inquire as to the reason behind the question.
"Right you are, sir. Sorry, sir. Please stand by as I access her files folder... "
The DEH navigates through his computer interface, which is located between the user's eyes. A few seconds later, the DEH finds the information.
"There we are. As of today, Anita Rochers failed in contacting the virus. But her two sons did. Her son Mitchell died three days ago from teratogenic
malformation. Her other son was Nathan, and he was one of the first to successfully fully convert into another specie - which makes us confident that
future total conversion on a more massive scale will be possible. "
"And... what happened to this Mitchell Rochers? "
"The totality of his genes were converted to those of a deer of the Odocoileus virginianus specie, and thus he was mistaken as one. He was fatally
shot by a hunter named Ivan Garjajevovitch on the 18th, at 18h47. Since young Rochers was technically an animal, there was obviously no police
investigation - the only way we know is because mister Garjajevovitch showed his 'trophy' on social media. The deer had a feet malformation, matching
Mitchell Rochers's gene structure. "
Oh my god, thinks Ryan Dekker. He smiles at the DEH:
"Perfect. That is all. I need to make a call now, you are dismissed. Thank you. "
"You are welcome. "
Ryan waits for the DEH to disappear, and reaches for his phone. He sighs, and types the number of Anita Rochers.
Chapter 6 20 04 2018
Anita enters inside Ivan's rather cramped house.
"Hi", she simply says, with her eyes red from crying.
"Dear Anita! " welcomes Ivan with joy. "Have you found Mitchell yet? "
"No... My poor Mitchell is probably hungry, and freezing out there in the cold. It's still only a few degrees above zero Celsius outside. "
Ivan's expression turns to genuine concern:
"I just hope he's fine. I'm sure he found a warm place or something. I know we're not in a city, but we do have at least one house per a couple of
miles around here. "
"Yeah... I guess so. "
Ivan leads Anita to the dining room, and make her sit in front of the crackling fireplace. He takes a cup and fills it with coffee before giving it to
"Oh, you didn't have to... "
"I insist", says Ivan.
"Any time. "
Anita takes the cup and hold it close against her. Then she starts sniffling, and Ivan sees she is crying. Embarrassed, he finds an excuse to hide
himself into the kitchen - some two steps away.
"Erhm, So, I'm making supper - do you want some? "
"Supper? Oh, right... um, yeah, sounds great. "
"Right on it ma'am! "
Anita holds her cup but her grief prevents her from drinking it. How will she even live on? She spent more than a decade raising two brilliant
children - HER children - just so that she'd end up burying them? How any more unfair could Fate get?
Very soon Ivan comes back into the small but cozy dining room. He puts two plates on the wooden table and sits in front of Anita. She doesn't react.
Ivan puts a hand on her shoulder.
"Listen, you have to eat. Starving yourself won't help Mitchell get back. "
Anita looks up to her dish.
"You're probably right. "
She peers at the meal Ivan made for both of them. A bit of meat, with a salad full of colours.
"That's beautiful. Thanks. "
"you're welcome. "
"Hang on a sec. What meat is this? "
"It's deer. I'm a hunter, remember? I practically eat deer all week long. "
"I can't... I can't eat deer. "
"Why not? You're allergic? "
"No, it's just that I received this weird phone call from a man, and he told me to avoid eating deer. I know it sounds silly, but I kinda feel there
was something true about his warning. "
"That's just weird. "
"I know. But I just feel there's something wrong. I know it's stupid... "
"No, not stupid at all. I trust your intuition. I kind of feel the same way. My guts tells me there's something terribly wrong too. "
"Where did you find this deer? Do you think it was poisoned? "
"No, I shot it myself - and it was healthy as a horse before that. I hung its head just right there, over the fireplace. "
"Hm. So, it looked all right? "
"Sure. Well, it did have weird hind feet - they were a bit asymmetric, but the rest was absolutely fine. "
"Its feet were malformed?! Ivan... "
Anita starts seeing dark veils.
"What? What is it? " asks Ivan with concern.
Anita looks at the decapitated deer head. She sees a lifeless deer head, but then there is something familiar about it. It is not the eyes, which are
those of a common deer. It is not about the shape of the animal's facial features neither... yet it is strongly related to it. And then it hits her:
it had eyebrow. No animals have eyebrows. The realization dawns upon her mind, and floods it with nightmarish horror.
"Ivan... " Anita says in a weak voice. "Ivan, Mitchell had malformed feet. "
"I know you didn't mean it, Ivan... but I think you just murdered my son. "
Anita feels the room spinning, and then she sees nothing but darkness.
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