Page 3 of Nightshades

Even now, I crave it.

I’m going to drain every fucking person here and leave their bodies to turn to dust.

My rhino traits are the first thing anyone will notice about me. I have a long horn on my forehead with smaller ones lining my hairline. While my skin is just as tough as a rhino’s hide, the color is different. I’m a very dark green. My tattoos are still there, but now there are plant-like roots covering my entire body where my veins would be. Small leaves with shiny black berries are spotted along my body, but mostly my neck and shoulders. I’ve noticed that when I get angry, the berry blooms into a purplish flower, and if anyone gets close enough to smell it, they become paralyzed.

A few scientists have learned that the hard way.

The anglerfish DNA is one of the hardest to accept. This specific fish is known for the light that hangs from its forehead, giving light in absolute darkness to attract prey. Only female anglerfish have the light. The scientists here spliced that DNA so many times in order to get the desired…appeal.

I’m not sure how my light will be beneficial, considering it is at the base of my cock, which is now hidden inside a mouth of sharp teeth, leaves, and roots. I guess, in a way, when I have an erection, the mouth opens, and I bloom. The leaves part to allow my cock to grow to its full length, which has doubled from the experiments.

It’s the nightmare DNA that leaves me confused. I have yet to be able to see what that side of me can do.

“I said to stand!” The speaker crackles, and the interference from his yell causes high-pitched noises to echo in the chamber I’m kept in.

I stay seated on the dirt floor, my arms folded and my elbows on my knees. I chuckle; the dark rasp louder than the speaker ever could be.

“I think I’m done taking orders from you,” I sneer, drifting my hands into the soil.

I don’t know why. I’m listening to my natural instincts now, and my instincts have never once failed me.

“Shoot him with the tranquilizer. We will try again later to see what all he can do now.”

The roots grow from me, slithering through the ground, and the walls begin to tremble.

Soft pops from a gun ring all around me. Roots stretch from my shoulder, shielding me from the drugs they love to pump me with.

I’ve been their freak show for far too long. I think they are right. I have reached my full form.

Being strong means nothing if you hold no power.

And now, I hold all the power thanks to these mad scientists.

The roots climb up the walls, covering the windows, and I use as much force as I can. A few roots slither their way between the wall and glass, slipping inside to where the scientists are.

I stand, roaring, the roots and leaves flying from me. I tilt my chin to my chest, paw the ground with my foot, and charge, ramming my head into the wall of roots. The small sound of glass cracking has a smirk stretching across my lips.

I wonder if the scientists knew they would never be safe from me. They left me in this cage like some poor animal at the zoo.They thought they could control me, use me, and violate me without repercussions?

No one ever fucks with me and lives to talk about it.

I back away, watching the roots grow and thicken, cutting through the ground like angry waves during a storm. Small black berries and leaves grow from the roots, the flowers blooming one by one.

Growling, I focus on my fury and how I want them to relive their worst dreams before I kill every single last one of them. A black cloud emits from my chest, a force field that surrounds me. Darkness succumbs my soul, tugging me deeper into the depths of Hell.

And I love it. I’ve never felt more at home.

The darkness has always beckoned me, and now I can relish in the sin of what it brings.

I catch another tranquilizer, a long root wrapping around the dart until it snaps in half.

“Enough!” The lead scientist orders me.

I forgot his name. I never cared enough to learn it. Not once have they ever gotten me to beg or cry for my life. I’ve never been a beggar, and I don’t plan to start now.

“Enough,” I mock him in a deep, haunting voice. “Only I get to say when it is enough.” I inhale, lifting my arms in the air as the roots swirl around me.

They wait for my command.