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The Collapsar Directive – It’s almost here!

Twenty one science fiction short stories from authors all around the universe.

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I bring this news with utter excitement! The anthology that I’m going to make my first published debut in is almost here. Pre-orders are already available for the E-book format, with pre-orders coming soon for the paperback editions! Take some time to read the story bios that I’ve posted above and soon you’ll be as excited as I am!

Preorder your ebook here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071KDJHMF
Preorders for paperbacks available soon.

 

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The Collapsar Directive!

Unfortunately, I have been very quiet lately and have had little time to indulge in my writing. However the end of the university year is drawing to a close and as I surpass this new horizon, I’ll be able to eagerly delve straight back into my story writing!

However there is news! I’m going to make my published debut in a Sci-Fi anthology book coming out later this years in august, THE COLLAPSAR DIRECTIVE.

The anthology will feature my short story SLEEPLESS, as well as countless other short stories by a variety of different authors from across the globe. It will be avaiable in paperback and E-book format from amazon, I’ll keep you all updated on it’s progress.

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The Orchard

The Orchard

By J.A Scarrott

It was a cloudless morning, golden light showered down upon the small town of Appiton.  Quaint and quiet village folk slowly stirred as they carried out their morning routines. One such person was Marianne Mumford, who skipped her way down one of the winding village streets.

“Good morning Mr Thomas!” She called out joyously, waving a hand in the air.  

An elderly man, who had just stepped out from the local post office, straightened his old, crooked spine as the young girl approached. With a large, leathery smile he replied, “Good morning Miss Mumford. Off to work I see?”

“That’s right!”

“I’ve been reading some of your articles in the Apple Press you know,” The old gentleman waved a copy of the town’s newspaper, before tucking in back under his arm. “Keep up the good work missy.”

“I will Mr Thomas. Have a good day!” Marianne waved her goodbyes to the friendly local and continued on her way.

As she walked, she began to fiddle with a hair bobble, pulling back her rich, chestnut hair and tying it neatly into a bouncy bun. Revealing the soft features of her pale, freckled face.

She beamed with delight as she saw a rustic, red brick building come into view. With the words, ‘Apple Press’ displayed on its exterior in bold, steel, letters.

Marianne pushed the front door open and wiped her shoes on a floor mat. She made her way down a narrow corridor, squeezing past a colleague as they both hurriedly exchanged morning pleasantries. She twirled round a corner and into an intimate room, laden with desks that had an assortment of computers sat proudly upon them.

Marianne pulled out her swivel chair, that she has tucked away neatly the day before, and seated herself upon it. Joining the number of employees who encompassed her, who all sat their desks, hammering away at keyboard keys.

She slid her rucksack from her shoulders and reached out to boot up her computer. But before she had chance a voice called out to her, “I wouldn’t bother booting up this morning.”

Marianne turned to see her manager worming through the maze of desks toward her.

“Good Morning Phil,” She replied with a smile, “Is everything okay?”

He peered over his rectangular glasses, that sat on the tip of his red nose.

“Everything is fine. It’s just that you won’t be in the office much today.”

“Why’s that?”

“I received this yesterday,” Phil sharply presented a small brown envelope to her, which she picked delicately from his hand.

“What is it?” She asked, inspecting the letter.

The Apple Press’s address was written across it in fine, flowing,  handwriting, and large red ink seal had been stamped on its surface, which simply read “The Branch.”

Mariannes eyes widened, before drawing the pale letter from it’s envelope.

“This, is an incredible opportunity, for you.” Phil replied, pushing his thick rimmed glasses to the bridge of his nose.

The letter read:

To whom it may concern,

Dr Dourley and his research team at the The Branch laboratory have made a world changing scientific breakthrough.

We’d like to offer Apple Press full exclusive coverage of our findings and our works, on the condition that you send your junior journalist, Marianne Mumford, to report on them.

Please let us know if this opportunity interests you.

Kind regards,

Dr I. Dourley

 

“Look, I know that you may feel uncomfortable going, on account of Dr Dourley and your father’s disagreement. But this far too good of an opportunity to give up.” Phil continued, as Marianne came to the end of the hand written letter, “People have been wondering what that Dourley guy has been doing in that bloody pyramid of his for years and now we’ve suddenly been given full access!”

Marianne slid the letter back into the brown envelope before placing it on her desk.

“You don’t need to convince Phil, I don’t mind going,” she replied, much to her boss’s surprise, “I haven’t seen Dr Dourley in years, I used to know him quite well when I was younger, I even called him Uncle Ian! That was back when he and my father worked together. It’ll be good to see him.”

“Well thats great then!” Phil replied with a wide delighted smile, “For I’ve already booked the taxi this morning. It should be waiting outside for you. Take your things and I’ll see you tomorrow morning okay?” He swiped the letter off her desk and grinned with delight, before leaving the room.

Marianne wasted no time and quickly checked the contents of her bag, before swinging it back over her shoulder. She left as quickly as she had arrived, filing out into the sunny street where a black taxi promptly pulled up beside the pavement.

After a short drive, into the rural countryside that surrounds Appiton, the taxi came to a stop. “Here we are, the fares already been paid for. Have a good one.”

Marianne peered out of the window, to see a wooden stile in the centre of a long green hedgerow.  

“This can’t be right,” Marianne replied, turning in her seat to see only more hedges on either side of the small country lane, “I’m supposed to be going to The Branch… The large laboratory?”

The taxi driver looked at the girl via the rear view mirror and pointed a finger to the broken wooden stile. “Over that love, the pyramid is located in the centre of a field for one reason or another. I can’t get you any closer than this.”

Marianne slowly reached for the door handle, and awkwardly stepped out. The taxi took no time in waiting and instantly vanish down the country lane. Leaving nothing but a trail of muddy dust in the air.

The young girl hauled herself up the dirt embankment and clambered over the wooden stile into the open, emerald field. Standing majestically in the distance was the pyramidal laboratory itself.

Marianne had heard about the famous building, but had never seen it for herself.  It was enormous in size, it’s four sloping face were made of blue, reflective, glass. It emitted a low glow ever as the morning sun’s ray bounces off it’s smooth, polished surface. The young journalist was overwhelmed by its grandeur.

Despite being a modern piece of architecture, the building blended well with the natural surroundings. It’s shimmer blue casing melted into the soft, cloudless, skies behind it.

Marianne made her way across the emerald field. Gliding through the blades of soft grass until the Pyramids mighty slopes towered above her. The Pyramid section of the building was not actually situated on the ground as it first appeared, but in fact sat upon a solid black box that supported the structure from beneath.

She looked about timidly as she tried to find signs of a door.

“Hello?” She called out softly.

“Miss Mumford?” A gentle female voice replied.

Marianne jumped, and turned on her heels to see a woman approaching her. She wore very smart, well fitted attire. That emphasised the bold, natural curves of her body. Her hair was perfectly straight and cut off sharply at her shoulders.

“Are you Miss Mumford?” The woman reiterated.

“That’s me,” Marianne replied, exchanging a handshake with the woman, “Sorry, I was unable to find the door.”

The woman laughed lightly, “Don’t worry about it Miss Mumford, The Branch has been designed to be… uninviting, so to speak. Would you like to follow me please, and I shall take you to see Dr Dourley.”

Marianne gave a nod and followed the woman to a section of solid, black steel wall. She tapped away at her smartwatch and a section of the wall shot open in front of them. The woman then lead the young journalist inside.

Marianne was greeted with a site of men and women, draped in long, white, lab coats. The atmosphere was a busy one and doused in a heavy chatter. Groups of people march to and fro, frantically attending to errands that their work demanded of them.

The young girl followed closely to her escort as they made their way through the streams of human traffic. They came to a halt beside a balding man who had his back turned to them. He was exchanging a conversation with a younger man and peering into an open folder that he held out in front of him.

“Dr Dourley,” the woman interrupted, “Miss Mumford is here to see you.”

Dourley instantly cut his conversation and issued the man away with a flick of his arm, before turning to Marianne.

“Anny?!” he cried with delight.

“Uncle Ian!” Marianne replied, she leapt forward and embraced the doctor tightly, “It’s been so long!”

“Years in fact!” Dourley rested both hands upon the young girl’s shoulders, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been well thank you!”

“So I hear, Miss Journalist,” Dourley grinned and gave her shoulders a tight squeeze before dropping his hands by his sides, “It’s honestly so good to see you again Anny, you’ve grown so much! Come, let’s continue our talk in my office!”

Dourley thanked the woman for escorting Marianne to him and then the two of them made their way into a lift. With a flick of a button, both Dourly and Marianne were whisked up to the top floor of the pyramid, where Dr Dourley’s office was located.

“This building is grand!” said Marianne beamed, choosing small talk over awkward elevator silence, “Rather inaccessible though… ”

“Thank you,” Dourley replied, “and I know. I designed it that way to deter people from visiting. I don’t want people sticking their noses where it isn’t wanted. Gone are the days that I openly share my research.” Dourley’s words trailed off, leaving a sour sting of bitterness on the air.

Marianne tried to reply, but the doors to the lift threw themselves open revealing a gleaming white corridor that stunk heavily of industrial cleaning chemicals.

Dourley paced off down the hallway, with Marianne close behind. He came to a halt at his office door and fumbled with a set of keys that he drew from a pocket. With a quick, twist of the wrist the door swung open and the pair made their way into the office.

Instantly, Marianne was met with a sight that fouled her eyes. Two rectangular tanks, filled with teal liquid, stood in the centre of the room, set a meter apart from one another. Each tank contained one half of a preserved pig, that had been surgically split directly down its centre. The grotesque cross section displayed the swines multi-coloured organs, the sight of which brought a sour taste to Marianne’s tongue.

“Please, this way,” Dourley invited her into the room, making his way between the two tanks. He strolled off toward a large, metallic desk that sat on the opposite side of the room.

Sheepishly, Marianne followed and made her way between the severed halves of the animal. She glanced up from the floor and caught a glimpse of the creature’s intestines, that were pressed against the glass like a twisted set of sausages.

Marianne involuntarily gagged and snapped her attention to the floor. Keeping her gaze fixed as such until she reached Dourley’s desk.

“Take a seat!” Dourley offered cheerily, pulling a chair from beneath his desk.

The pair sat themselves down and Marianne rested her bag beside her. After which a short silence set in the room.

Dourley avoided eye contact with the young journalist, instead looking awkwardly to his computer screen that glowed on the desk beside him.

“Uncle Ian?” Marianne asked tenderly, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes. Quite fine.”

The girl let out a heavy sigh before continuing, “I think we should get the obvious elephant out of the room…”

Dourley stared aimlessly at the computer monitor for a moment, before turning to the young girl.

“I think that would be a good idea, for both of us.”

Marriage took a deep breath before saying, “I’m sorry that stuff got so messed up between you and dad. It was pretty messed up what he did.”

“You don’t need to apologise to me Anny,” Dourley replied, “You were only a young girl and innocent of it all. Besides, I’ve done alright for myself.”

The pair shared a warming smile.

“My only regret is that I let the affair come between us.”

“But now we’re finally reunited!” Marianne beamed with delight, “And, from what I hear, you’ve made a world changing discovery?”

“Yes! Yes! That is correct and is of course why I invited you here!” Dourley rested his forearms on the table and leaned toward Marianne, “I heard that you had started work as a junior journalist and I thought, what a better way for you to gain some experience, than being able to report on this world exclusive!”

Marianne tugged at the zipper on her bag, and pulled a leather bound notepad out from it’s depth. She gently rested it’s open pages on her folded legs.
“Then let us begin!” Marianne replied, as she clicked the end of a biro. Bringing the ballpoint tip to the lined paper.

“Absolutely,” Dourley leaned back into the depths of his office chair, “I thought I’d begin by giving you some background information about the project, so you can better understand the circumstances that helped lead me up to this moment. After which, I shall personally take you to see the culmination of my works.”

Marianne shuffled in her seat slightly as she prepared herself. Ready to scratch pen across paper.

“As you know, I have had a history of working in biology. My most notable work being the experiments that I carried out with your father, Dr Mumford.”

“Our work together was centred around the idea that we could alter the genetic structure of a pig’s DNA, so that it had the genetic identity of a human. The idea being that if a pig’s DNA were to read as a humans, then a person’s body wouldn’t reject organs sourced from that animal.”

Dourley stretched out a gangly arm and nodded his head towards the split pig that lay on display behind them.  

The sourness returned, flaring up the sides of Marianne’s tongue.

“And as I recall, you both were very successful in achieving that goal?” Marianne added, as she turned back to face him.

“Indeed we were. Your father went on to be well recognised for the work that we did. However, as you know, I did not receive the same recognition he did and my name was left off the research papers.”

Marianne sprawling hand stopped as Dourley finished his sentence. She glanced up to him with a sorrowful stare.

“However!” Dourley beamed loudly, “It was a blessing in disguise. For I have built upon that research since and have created something truly spectacular! A method of growing human organs on demand, free of all ethical implications. Would you like to see?”

Marianne slammed the pages of her notebook together, “Yes! Absolutely!”

Dourley jumped from behind his desk and bounded through the two halves of the preserved pig once again. Marianne threw her notebook back into her bag, before walking swiftly after him. Following the Dourley as he vanished through the office door.

The pair wound through a series of rigid corridors, before making their way into a low lit room. It was featureless, except for a row of full body protection suits that lined one the rooms four walls.

“Please pick one and put it on.” Dourley asked, as he made his way to the suits, “We have to be extremely careful whilst inspecting the work.”

Marianne clambered awkwardly into one of the suits, pulling it over her clothes and securing a large dome helmet over her head.

Dourley then ushered her through a circular doorway and into a thin glass corridor. Jets of compressed steam hissed violently as a steel disk like door shut behind them.  A white misty vapour fogged up the glass hallway.

Marianne looked to Dourley’s hazy figure in the fog and staggered after him.  The scientist came to a standstill as another vault door appeared through the fog. A golden plaque was mounted on its centre with the words, “The Orchard, “ elegantly engraved upon it.

Dourley’s cumbersome fingers punched at a large keypad that was situated below the glossy plaque.

“I hope you’re ready,” he said to her, his voice crackled through an internal communication channel, shared by the suits.

The door rolled open and streams of sunlight bled from the opening. Marianne brought her gloved hand up over her visor, attempting to shield the blinding rays from her eyes.

However after several seconds of exposure, her eyes adjusted and the scene behind the doorway became clear.

Fresh, green grass blanketed the floor and a series of short trees stretched up from the soil. The scene looked as if it belonged to a farm in rural Italy, not a controlled, sterile laboratory.

Marianne staggered into the small ecosystem and cast her view upward to see a refractive glass ceiling spanning the roof above.

“Welcome to the point of the pyramid, home to the orchard,” Dourley announced. He caught sight of the girl staring up at the ceiling and explained, “The roof reflects, and amplifies, the outside sunlight. Which helps feed the trees that stand before you.”

“This is quite impressive,” Marianne replied, “but I’m failing to see what this has to do with organ transplantation?”

“Well why do you take a closer look at the fruits of my labour?” Dourley made his way beside one of trees and gently cupped an apple, that hung from it’s branch, “Look.”

Marianne shuffled toward him, staring intently at the red lump within his hand. Her eyes widened as fruit appeared to pulsate, pumping slowly in his palm.

“Is that…  a heart?!” Marianne exclaimed, snapping her attention to the other branches of the tree.  A collection of fleshly lumps hung from them, each of them wet and pulsating.

“They’re all human hearts. Ripe and ready for harvest,” Dourley’s fingers slipped from beneath the organ, “Each tree has been engineered to produce human hearts that have a human genetic identity. Each heart also acts as a blank slate, meaning two things. The first being that, they can be universally used on any patient and the chances of a body rejecting them is almost completely zero. We’re planning on starting human trials soon.”

Marianne peered up closely to one of the hearts and ran the back of her hand against it’s surface. She cupped it gently, feeling it thump softly between her fingertips.

“This is crazy…” She whispered in disbelief.

“The greatest ideas are. Have you seen enough for your report?”

“More than enough.”

“Good! Then I would recommend returning to my office, where I can explain the science behind it all, ” Dourley suggested, as he made his way back to the circular vault door, “plus I don’t like lingering in here for too long. For risk of contaminating my work.”

Marianne loosened her grip on the frail organ and let it hang gently from it’s tree branch. She turned her back on the magnificent orchard and joined Dourley as the disk door creaked open once again.

They both made there way through the glass hallway and removed their suits. Returning them to their resting place against the wall, after which they promptly returned to the Dourley’s shimmering office.

“So what did you think?” Dourley asked with intrigue, as they both approached his desk once again.

“What do I think? Uncle Ian, that orchard is unlike anything I’ve ever seen!” Marianne exclaimed, as she sat herself down, “It is world changing, there’s no doubt about that! You’re going to save so many lives.”

A smug smile slimed it’s way across Dourley’s face.

“The only thing I’m concerned about is whether my writing will do it justice or not!”

“I’m sure it will. Would you like me to continue by explaining the science behind it all?”

Marianne pulled her leather notebook back out from her rucksack, which was still poised by the side of her chair.

“Of course!”

As she clicked her biro, a knock came from the office door. Marianne turned in her seat to see the straight haired woman who had met her previously, leaning in.

“Dr Dourley, can I borrow you for a moment?” The woman asked, “There’s been an incident.”

Dourley jumped up from his desk, “I’m sorry Anny, you’ll have to excuse me. I shan’t be long.”

“Take your time Uncle Ian,” Mariannae replied with a smile, “I’ll draft up some notes while you’re gone.”

Dourley silently thanked her, before shooting off towards the doorway, bringing it to a close behind him.

The room went silent. So quiet in fact the sound of Marianne’s biro scratching across her notebook paper was  clearly audible. However it was another faint noise that caught her attention.

A low hiss snaked through the air… Marianne raised both her head and eyebrow, as the sound continued. She sniffed the air and found the room to be odorless.

She looked over her shoulder at the office door, which was framed between the two halves of the pig. There was no sign of Dourley or the assistant through the doors clear glass window.

The young journalist got up and nervously paced her way across the office.

“Uncle Ian. There’s a strange hissing noise in here, ” Marianne called out, “I think it could a gas leak. Uncle Ian?”

She tugged at the doors metallic handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. She tried again and again. Frantically lashing at the handle as her palms began to sweat.

“Uncle Ian?!” the girl cried, “Uncle Ian!”

Suddenly, Dourley’s old grey face appeared in the door window.

“Oh thank god! The door is jammed!”

“It’s not jammed. It’s locked.”

“Locked? Well, can you unlock it…? ” Marianne suddenly choked on the end of her sentence. She brought a hand to her throat and began gasping for air. She violently bashed at the door handle as desperation sank in.

“What’s happening!? What’s going on?!” The girl choked harshly, “Uncle Ian please! Open the door!”

“The room is filling with an invisible gas called Halothane. You may find it hard to breathe for a short while,” Dourley replied coldly, as he watched the young girl claw at her throat, “Don’t worry, you’ll be unconscious soon.”

“Why are you doing this! Open the door! Open the door! Please!”

“Do you know why I’m so interested in organ transplantation Anny? I suppose you’re too young to remember.”

“Uncle Ian! Please!”

“I had a daughter myself once. She was just like you, bright, beautiful, full of life.”

Marianne weakly banged her fists against the glass as the energy drained from her body.

“But her heart was not as strong as she was. It was diseased and it failed her,” Dourley stared into Marianne’s blood shot eyes, “I did my best to help her, I tried to find a donor,  I tried to save my baby. But I failed her and she passed.”

“Please! I can’t breath!” Marianne choked harshly.

“After she passed, I dedicated myself to my work. Determined to find a way to help those in need, so they didn’t have to know the pain that I did. Your father joined me in my quest Anny, and he took all of the glory for himself. He insulted my cause, he insulted the very memory of my little girl!”

Dourley slammed a tight fist against the door, and seethed heavily, “But now, I have his!”

“Uncle Ian! Please! Don’t kill me! I don’t want to die!” Marianne begged as she sagged limply against the door, tears streaming down her cheeks, “Please…. Uncle Ian… ”

Her pleads faded away as she slumped to the floor like a tossed ragdoll. Completely cold and unconscious.  

Beep… Beep… Beep….

Marianne’s eyes stirred beneath her eyelids and with great effort she dragged them open. They were heavy and sore, as was the rest of her young frail body.

Beep… Beep… Beep….

“Where am I?” she asked hoarsely, both mouth and throat were completely dry.

Her vision sharpened and a collection of hazy figures came into focus. She tried to lift up a hand, in order to rub the soreness from her crusty eyes, but found herself bound by both wrists, and both legs!

“You’re finally awake!” A familiar voice cried out.

One of the figures came closer, looming over her like a venomous shadow. Dourley’s long grey face came sharply into view.

“What’s going on Uncle Ian….?” Marianne wheezed weakly.

The girl watched as Dourley was handed an object by one of the elusive figures and presented it to her. It was a clear jar, inside which sagged an oozing human heart.

“I don’t understand….” Marianne croaked.

Dourley spun the jar in his hand, revealing a label that had been plastered across it’s curved surface which read ‘Marianne Mumford. Patient Zero’.

“Your father would be so proud of you Tinman.” Dourley said to her warmly. A huge hearty grin spread across his face as he pointed at her chest, “Look.”

Marianne titled her stiff neck forward and looked down upon her exposed chest. Running clean down it’s centre, between her breasts, was a long, surgical incision, which had been bound back together with metal clips.

“The hearts from my Orchard!” Dourley continued with glee, “They compatible!”

Tears started to pour from the girl’s eyes as she watched Dourley laugh with delight. Shakily, she opened her mouth, but her tongue offered no words to her. All the young girl could muster was a shriek of pure, bloodcurdling, horror.

Beep…  Beep… Beep…

Wide awake, Daniel paced aimlessly along the meandering alley ways of Tullbury. Only the sombre glow, and the smell of a cigarette accompanied him. As he mulled over thoughts of his daughter.
Daniel came to a stop, staring at a piece of graffiti that was plastered on a redbrick wall. It was a large bloodshot eye, which stared at him. Lidless, with a wide, diluted pupil. Scribbled underneath the picture, in aggressive white letters were two words. ‘Wake up!!’ 

Working on a new short story! It’s coming along really well, hopefully you guys will enjoy it as much as I have writing it. Coming soon!

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Stare into the Light – Revision

“I flew down the flights of stairs as fast as I could, tripping down a few of them as I frantically raced for the door. Doing my best to keep my eyes shielded from the yellow artificial glow that surrounded me. As I reached the door, I flung it open and gently came to a halt outside, breathing in the cool night time air.”

I gave one of my older stories a quick polish the other day, as I cringed when I read it back to myself. So  if you’d like to give my old story some love I’ve added a link below where you can find it! —> Stare into the Light

Fowl Play Part 3: Flight

 

This is the final part of a 3 part story that I’ve written. If you haven’t read to the first two parts, I shall post links to them below. Hope you enjoy the story!

Fowl Play

Part 1: Run – https://jscarrottblog.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/fowl-play-part-1-run/

Part 2: Breath – https://jscarrottblog.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/fowl-play-part-2-breathe/

Fowl Play Part 3: Flight

By J.A Scarrott

Vauhn crashed in a heap onto the cold corridor floor. The jungle-fowl that was latched onto his flesh, let out an ear splitting hiss, beating it’s large grey wings in a frightful display.

Lizelle, Kayla and Logan all instinctively shifted backwards, as the Jungle-fowl squat furiously towards them, However they were violently shoved forward by Roland who shouted “Move! Go!”

They all clumsily piled out of the laboratory and into the corridor. Each of them doing their best to avoid tripping over Vauhn’s lifeless body. The small, blood hungry bird stayed situated on Vauhn, it continued to hiss as the students stumbled past.

“This way to the lift! Quickly!” Roland cried as he dashed down the corridor, slamming his finger on the small call button. They all stood anxiously waiting as the internal mechanics of the lift began to emit a low hum.

Kayla’s stood by the lift with the others, waiting, staring. The hum from the lift began to fade out, as did the rest of the world around her, as she stared at the bird before her. It pecked away at Vauhn’s raw flesh, ripping tendons, and veins violently out of the Vauhn’s slumped body.

Her friend was unrecognisable now. Vauhn’s once handsome face reduced to a pile of ribboned meat, which the jungle-fowl helped itself to. Despite the sorrow that swelled up within her, she couldn’t look away. That was her friend, 5 minutes ago he was living, breathing, talking and now, he was gone. Thin ray of golden light appeared to shine upon Vauhn’s body, she followed the beam with her eyes and was led to an open window that stood on the far end of the corridor.. An open window!? She thought to herself in dismay.

Immediately her senses were brought violently back to life. “We can’t go down yet!” Kayla called out to the others, spinning round as she did so. She pointed down the corridor, “You see that window? It’s open. If we leave it, then that chicken could escape!”

Liz and Logan looked at one another in worry, before turning their attention to Teah and Roland who stood behind them, ready to dive into the open, empty lift. “It’s not a chicken” Roland said coldly, “Besides, that Jungle-fowl seems too interested in eating, to want to escape. Why do you think it hasn’t come for us. It’s preoccupied.”

Kayla brushed through Liz and Logan, who both remained fixated on the small bird, and violently grabbed the cuff of Roland’s shirt before bringing her hand across his cheek, leaving a sore red hand print. “That’s our friend down there, show some respect. Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want anyone else, especially on the outside, to die. So I’m shutting that window!”

“We’re with you Kayla.” Logan told her, placing a hand upon her shoulder.

Kayla stared at Roland with heavy eyes, before turning to face the jungle-fowl that sat between them and the open window.

Nervously the three of them began to edge forward. “If there’s any sign of trouble or danger-”

“We’ll let you know, Don’t worry.” Logan replied, cutting her off mid sentence.

Kayla put her hand out when they were only a few meters from Vauhn’s body, signalling Liz and Logan to stop. The Jungle-fowl looked up at the three for a moment, before continuing to tear at the Vauhn’s back muscles.

She bent her knees slightly as she began to silently edge her way round, shifting her focus periodically between the Jungle-fowl and the open window. Her heart beat hard against her rib cage. Each step she took she placed delicately and with the utmost care, as to cause minimum noise or disturbance to the small, carnivorous bird. The fowl looked up at Kayla several times as she shuffled round, but was ultimately more interested in the feast that lay beneath it’s razor like talons.

Kayla let out a small sigh of relief as she finally made her way round to the window. She was greeted by a fresh breeze which poured in from outside the building. For a brief moment she was made to forget all that had happened that day and memories of laying on green park grass with Carole, Vauhn, Jason, Lizelle and Logan, between lectures, were brought to the forefront of her mind. The cool draft also made her aware of how accustomed her nose was to the thick stench of blood, which hung heavy within the university building.

Kayla opened her eyes, after drawing her first breath of fresh air, and glanced down at the multitude of response vehicles scattered in the car park below. Yellow ambulances stood next to white and blue police vans. Response personnel dashed about the scene, helping the lucky few who had managed to escape the building with their lives. She took one last breath of fresh air, before reaching for the window handle pulling it firmly towards herself. As window closed, a loud sudden click echoed through the corridor.

Kayla flinched then froze for a moment, wide eyed. Slowly turned her head to look at the fowl situated behind her. It began to let out a low throaty clucking noise. Logan and Lizelle stared helplessly across at their stranded friend.

However to all of their surprise the fowl didn’t move, it simply turned to face the open door that lead into the I.T suite of Roland’s and Teah’s laboratory. Kayla’s heart dropped and her stomach twisted as two more menacing, grey Jungle-fowls emerged through the doorway. They were brutist and stood taller than the bird already present, they towered over it as they approached Vauhn’s mutilated body.

The birds exchanged a series of clucks and screeches, jerking their heads in a bazaar fashion as they did so. All of the students stood as still like white statues as they watched. Fear gripped them ever tighter, paralysing in a suffocating stranglehold.

The two larger birds looked at Vauhn’s dead body, before looking up to the students that surrounded them. They were fresh meat, and unspoiled.

The two brutish fowls fixed their stare upon Liz, Logan, Teah and Roland, moving forward slowly. One of the fowls leapt across to the other side of the corridor, in an attempt to outflank the small group of students. Who were all backing up slowly, being careful not to make any sudden movements.

Suddenly Kayla shouted “Hey, come and get me! Come and get me!”

The Fowls snapped round instantly, their attention drawn to the rapid movements of Kayla’s arms, as she waved them about in an exaggerated manner. The Jungle-fowls altered their direction and began moving towards Kayla, who was still stood at the window.

“Get the lift down! Get out! Go!” She cried, panicking frantically as the grey birds crept ever closer, their beady eyes fixated on a new prey.

“Kayla! No don’t do this!”

“Go!” Kayla shrieked, forcing a couple of tears to roll out from her watering eyes.

But then something unexpected and unexplainable happened. The two advancing jungle-fowls stopped in their tracks. Kayla watched in bemusement as all three of the grey birds, including the one poised over Vauhn’s body, began to jerk their heads in an odd chaotic fashion. Letting out an array of bellowing howls and squawking in a hellish fashion. Within moments, they had all quickly dashed through the open door and scuttled away into Roland’s lab.

Liz and Logan looked upon the scene, stunned. Kayla looked over at them, sharing the same look of confusion. As she glanced at them, she noticed a very subtle movement of Roland’s arm, seemingly slipping something, small and black, from hand into his lab coat pocket.

“The door!” Liz shouted out loudly.

Kayla was brought back into focus and heavily slammed the door to the lab shut. She clung to the glossy metallic door handle, panting out heavy sighs now that the ordeal was over and they were safe… For now.

Kayla looked down at her shoes, as a pool of red slowly spread across the floor. She dared not look at Vauhn, not in that state. She thrust a hand out towards Teah and Roland. “Coat.” She demanded quietly, still facing the white door.

Teah looked to Roland, confused and anxious. Her arms hanging awkwardly limp by her sides.

“Coat!” Kayla yelled viciously, turning her head this time revealing a fierce expression. Teah jumped slightly, before hastily removing her lab coat. She offer it to Kayla who snatched it angrily from her hands.

She spread the white lab coat across, what was left of, Vauhn’s body. Covering him in a white, makeshift, shroud. A thick sadness bubble up within, hanging heavily deep within her chest like fresh wet tar. Kayla closed both eyes softly and tapped her head, shoulders and chest in succession whilst uttering a silent prayer.

Roland pressed the small lift button once again and it’s door spread open.

Logan made his way over to Kayla who stood quietly, staring at Vauhn’s shrouded body. She turned as Logan brought his arm around her. No words were needed, the silence spoke for everyone.

One by one, they made their way into lift. Kayla took one last look at Vauhn, the white lab coat that lay upon him was slowing turning a deep red. She closed her eyes before moving into the small lift, then pressed the button for the ground floor. The two lift doors drew to a close.

The gentle hum returned as the lift made it’s way down to the ground floor. They watched the number on the control panel change as they descended. A computerised female voice came from a small speaker situated above the lifts control panel, “Ground Floor.”

“Before we exit this lift, can I just ask, Why did the birds flee..?” Lizelle asked, “Kayla didn’t really do much in the way of scaring them.”

Kayla narrowed her eyes into a glare which she subtly aimed at Roland, who stood beside her in the lift. Remembering the small black item that Roland had slipped into his pocket moments after the jungle-fowls had fled.

Roland replied “They must have been called by another Fowl. We’re lucky we all got out of that mess.”

Kayla grit her teeth in frustration. I don’t know what you’re hiding, but I’m going to find out.

She didn’t have the time to say anything however, as the lift doors opened before she had chance. Each of them cowered slightly, in fear of sudden attack. To their relief the doors revealed an empty corridor. Logan stepped out first, glancing to his left, then right, as he made his way into the corridor. On their right stood the bottom of the stairwell, that ran parallel with the lift shaft up the side of the building. To their left ran the rest of corridor, littered with doors, which fed into different meeting rooms and study areas. At the end of the corridor stood a large window.

“It’s clear.” Logan said, turning to face the 4 that remained huddled away within the confines of the lift. Cautiously they made their way out and joined Logan in the corridor. Liz took off her spectacles, breathing on the lenses to fog them up, before wiping them on her t-shirt. She stopped after one lens, as faint scuttling could be heard coming from their right. Liz turned, wide eyed, and stared at the base of the spiral stairway. Not only was the sound increasing, but a set of spine shaking shrieks echoed down the stairwell and throughout the four walls of the narrow corridor.

Lizelle’s heart began to thumb furiously within her chest. “They’re coming… They’re coming!”

They all turned on their heels and ran. Racing their way down the corridor, distancing themselves from the mouth of the stairway and the oncoming danger. 4 of the 5 made a sharp right turn down another corridor, however Logan noticed something just beyond the far window.

“Wait! This way!” He yelled to the others, who all came to an uneasy hault. “There’s people from the fire service on the other side of that window!” Logan pointed with an outstretched hand. “Come on!”

He ran to the glass pane, unwilling to wait for the rest of them to make a decision. However they all followed shortly after him in pursuit.

When Teah, Roland, Kayla and Lizelle reached the large window, a service woman had already been made aware of their presence. The soul shaking shrills increased, echoing within the corridor.

“Open the top latch of the window, We’ll get you out. Stay calm.” The service woman said in a relaxed manner.

Teah and Kayla were at the back of the group, keeping an ever watchful eye upon the stairwell. At the same time, Logan opened the top latch of the window providing a small space which they could all squeeze through to safety, a cool breeze poured in. Lizelle was the first to climb through, the service woman, who stood on the other side of the clear window, took hold of both her arms, pulling her out of the building and onto the soft green grass that lay outside. The fresh midday air filled her lungs, purifying her senses of the thick stench of dried blood that clung to her clothes.

“Hurry… Hurry…” Kayla whispered to herself under her breath, blood pumping ever more furiously as the threat drew closer, still out of sight but definitely not out of mind.

Logan was next and, like Liz, he was quickly pulled through the small opening and brought into the safe, outside world. He was escorted off along with Lizelle to a team of paramedics who were situated in the buildings car park.

“Who’s next?” The service woman asked, but as she did a set of Jungle-Fowls materialised from the stairwell. Instantly they dashed full force down the corridor, blood curling screams bellowed from their throats.

“Shut the window! Shut it!” Kayla cried out, leaping backwards to slam the small opening. Barging Roland out of her way as she did so. The second that the window was shut, the fowls were upon them.

Kayla just managed to ducked out of the way of a bird that swooped down, dodging a pair of blade like talons. The Jungle-fowl collided heavily into the large window pane, the service woman that was out on the other side flinched as a large crack raced across the glass.

Teah, Roland and Kayla did their best to weave their way through the volley of lethal attacks that the fowls threw at them. Roland and Kayla managed to scrap their way through with only a handful of lashes on their arms and legs. Teah was not so fortunate, as she succumb to a set of slashing claws.

Roland and Kayla sped off regardless, not able to spare a second of compassion or sadness, else they too would be subject to the vicious claws of the Jungle-fowls. They bolted into the corridor they had initially tried to flee down before, which was now situated on their left. 2 fowls writhed their way round the tight turn, to find the corridor empty.

In the split second that they had been out of sight of the birds, Roland had managed to find refuge within a small supply cupboard, and had dragged Kayla harshly in with him. The small room barely had enough space to contain the two of them, it was littered with brooms, mops and buckets, cleaning fluids and other miscellaneous items.

The two tried to keep steady and remain on their feet in the tiny, dark cupboard. Grabbing hold onto one another and propping their hands against the walls, trying their best to avoid any items that may be hanging freely, in an effort to keep noise to a minimum.

They remained in complete silence within the cupboard and the two listened for sounds beyond the door. The corridor seemed to be as still as they were.

‘At least it was quick,’ Kayla thought to herself, ‘Rest in peace Teah.’

Kayla’s attention turned to the man who stood close to her in the darkness. The grip she had on him tightened and she pulled herself closer to him angrily. “I know you’ve got something. Tell me what it is!” She said in a harsh, hush voice.

Kayla jumped slightly as Roland clasped his hand heavily over her mouth. Muffling her cries of disapproval.

“Be quiet!” Roland hissed, he shook Kayla’s head slightly as he tightened his grip. Her muffling stopped, and in the moment of silence she could hear faint noises coming from the corridor. The quiet clattering of claws, pacing slowly up and down the hallway, sent a chill into Kayla’s bones. Her blood cooled as the footsteps trailed off and the bliss safe sound of silence set in once more.

She pulled Roland’s hand from her mouth and lent in again. “I don’t know what game you’re playing. But I’m onto you.”

Just as Kayla had finished talking, a phone began vibrating. She looked down to see Roland’s white lab coat pocket light up.

Roland withdrew the small device, the soft white light it emitted highlighted their faces softly within the darkness. The phone screen read “Teah Nicole.”

“She’s alive?” Kayla whispered lowly.

Roland didn’t reply, he brought the phone up to his ear and answered the call in a hush tone.

“Okay, Okay. We’re in the supply cupboard a few door down from you. Okay, Alright.”

With that Roland ended the short call and slipped the small mobile back into his deep lab coat pockets. “She’s in one of the classrooms near us. Two doors down. She managed to slip in unnoticed and killed the chicken that attacked her.” Roland told Kayla, “She said the corridor is clear at this moment, so now is our chance to move. Go.”

Kayla carefully edged the door to the cupboard open. A thin strip of light seeped through and stretched across her face. The band of light increased as Kayla continued to push the door open.

The two of them crept out into the hall way, and closed the cupboard behind them. The door clicked as it shut and their eyes snapped around the corridor wildly. Searching for any sign of danger.

Roland pointed with his finger to one of the classrooms and mouth the silently, “This one.” They edged their way over and wormed into the classroom, remaining as quiet as possible. Sure enough, Teah was sitting inside, blood stains covering her blue t-shirt. A headless chicken slumped on the floor beside her.
Teah flinched as they entered the room. “Oh, you scared me.” She yelped, before getting up to greet them, wiping her trembling, bloodied hands on her black trousers.

“How did you escape!?” Kayla exclaimed, still trying her best to remain as quiet as possible.

“I just got lucky I guess.” Teah replied, as she plunged her shaky hands into her jean pockets.

“You alright? You look shook up.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Roland looked at Teah and gave a simple nod of the head. She returned the gesture with a weak smile.

“We’re nearly out of here, The reception isn’t far from this classroom!” Kayla said, opening the door slightly to peer in the hallway. She turned back round to the other two, bringing the door to a close once again.

“No point hanging around. Let’s get this over with.” Roland replied dully, ushering Teah towards the door. “Lead the way Kayla.”

Kayla couldn’t help the glare that set across her face. However the expression melted away as Teah approached her, the poor girl’s eyes drooped and her hand were still visibly shaking within her pockets, despite her efforts to hide them.

“We’re nearly out of here.” She said to her reassuringly. “We’re nearly out. You’ll be home before you know it.”

Teah nodded her head limping, her eyes still staring at the floor. “Go.”

Kayla pushed the door open, and peered round to inspect the hallway, which still remained empty. “Follow me.” She mouthed silently, as she slipped out of the classroom. They were swift, yet silent and weaved their way to the double doors that lead into the main reception.

Kayla hesitates as she approached the two doors. She took a short breath before flinging them open. They walked slowly into the reception room. Before them sat an arrangement of tables and chairs, beyond that was the large curved reception desk and standing to it’s left, stood the two clear glass doors. Their bid for freedom.

Teah, Kayla and Roland walked across the quiet reception area, the room was unnervingly still. Kayla shifted her gaze constantly, looking for any slight hint of movement.

Teah didn’t share the same alertness or self control, and found herself sprinting towards the double glass doors.

“Teah wait!” Kayla exclaimed.

Just as Teah flung a door open, 3 fowls leapt from behind the large reception desk, letting out a loud terrifying screeched as they did so, landing between them and splitting the group in half. Isolating Kayla and Roland from reaching Teah or the door.

“Clever girls…” Roland said to himself quietly.

They all froze in place, being careful not to make any sudden movements. The 3 birds eyed up the prey that stood before them, they too were being mindful of their movements, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Over by the door, Teah stood as still as she could. Trying her best to stop the shakes that ran through her body. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a group of service personnel standing at the bottom of the grassy bank, that led up to the reception doors. It wasn’t long before they themselves became aware of Teah, and started to shuffle up the parkway towards her.

As they approached she subtly stuck out her hand up and gave a slight shake of the head. Signalling them to stop their approach. The service group caught wind of her signals, and crouched down, remaining several meters away from the reception entrance.

Teah shifted her gaze to the room once more, only her eyes moved as her head remained perfectly still.

The three birds began to shift their attention from Roland and Kayla, who stood on one side of them, and Teah, who was planted on the other.

One by one the Jungle-fowls all turned to face Teah, sensing her fear through her shaking body and the beat of sweat ran from Teah’s brow.

“Oi! Chickens, come get some!” Kayla shouted, waving her arms about in a frantic fashion. She began to back up slowly. Roland looked at her in bewilderment, then across to Teah, as he was slowly pushed backwards by Kayla.

“Teah, get out! Go! We’ll distract them. Close the door!”

The moment that Kayla had finished her sentence, Roland brought his fist down heavily onto the back of her head. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, a painful throb pulsated within her skull. She looked upwards at Roland who towered above her, he slid a hand into his flowing, lab coat pocket, withdrawing a small black object.

The 3 Jungle-fowls that stood poised a short distance away from them cowered in fear, as they laid their eyes upon the small item, taking a few cautious backward steps. Roland drew a deep breath, readying himself to blow into the small device.

Just as Roland brought his lips to the whistle, Kayla threw a firm kick into the side of his knee. Roland cried out in pain as his leg buckled, he fell to his knees, dropping the small whistle in the process.

As Roland hit the floor, Kayla cried out “Teah! Go! Close the door, please!”

Teah hesitated at the door for a split second, however in her state of anxiousness and fear that fraction of a second felt like a full drawn out minute. The scene before her was still like a painting  as her mind screamed a hundred thoughts at once. Then suddenly it came to silence.

Teah flung herself out of door, but left it open behind her.

Kayla’s heart dropped, as did her jaw as she watched helplessly, heaped on the floor. Roland lunged forward and swept up the whistle in one swift motion, before Kayla had even the slightest chance to react.

With the whistle firmly in hand, he brought to the device to his lips, his cheeks ballooned as he blew into the small black rectangle. No noise could be heard by human ears, but the 3 Jungle-fowls that stood before them hissed loudly in irritation, turned on their heels and fled. Running straight out of the open door and into the vast expansive world.

Kayla lay frozen in place on the floor, staring at the open door. A cold numbness ran throughout her body, as her heart thumped slow, heavy beats. “What have you done…?” Kayla whispered weakly.

“I’ll tell you what we’ve done, we’ve created a new world Kayla.” Roland replied, standing tall above her. His dark wild eyes were set upon open entrance to the reception.

Kayla clambered up onto her unsteady feet, the pain in the back of her head was starting to slowly subside.

“The United Kingdom will now have it’s first true predator. These birds are now the Apex of this island.” Roland said calmly, his long black hair lapped about his face gently as a chilled breeze rolled in through the open door.

“You’re fucking crazy. I expected something like this off you, but not Teah.” Kayla replied as she shook her weary head.

“That is surprising, I suppose it details how dense you are. You met her in the computer lab on the 3rd floor didn’t you?”

Kayla cocked her head slightly in bemusement.

“Don’t you find that a little odd? Considering our lab in on the 2nd floor? You bumped into her shortly after she released the little beauties from their cages up on the 4th. Idiot.” Roland scoffed, as he began to walk to the reception exit.

Kayla stood in place, her arms limping hanging by her sides as she watched Roland slowly walk away from her. Thoughts of Jason, Carole and Vauhn raced through her mind, flashes of their fear and of their deaths burnt brightly.

“Why? Why do this?”

Roland stopped in his tracks and turned back round to face her. “The ideas of great minds are comprehensible to the minds of lesser people, like you and your friends. For so long this country has been docile and weak, nothing challenged the humans that resided upon it except themselves. But Teah and I have added a new player to the game. The whole eco-system is going to be shaken up. Humans aren’t going to be the number one predator here for very long.” Roland rubbed his hands together in delight, a twisted demented smiled swirled across his face. He threw out his hands widely, his crystal white lab coat bellowed calmly in the breeze, and announced proudly “We’re playing god Kayla and we’re holding all the cards!”

Then suddenly his eyes widened in shock. Kayla flinched and stood a cautious step backward.

A small set of white razor sharp fangs materialised above Roland’s shoulder, in a flash the teeth sank into the soft flesh of his neck. In one swift jerk, his jugular was torn straight out. A stream of red dashed upward, showering the ceiling in hot blood. He sank to his knees, wobbled slightly before falling flat on his face. Blood poured out of his neck into a pool on the floor.

Kayla stood a step back as the wash of red spread across the floor, almost enveloping her shoes. She snapped her gaze upwards after jumping backwards, and saw a grey Jungle fowl staring at her. A large vein clasped between it’s teeth. It’s black beady eyes shifted from Kayla to the door, and moments later it was gone.

Kayla stood alone in the reception room in almost complete silence. The soft sound of the outdoor breeze beckoned to her. She walked calmly towards the reception doors, warm sunlight poured across her face. She filled her lungs with fresh air. It’s over… She thought to herself, It’s finally over.

 

The small island of the United Kingdom was never quite the same. The set of Jungle-fowls that escaped from the building quickly bred with the general domestic chicken population. All across the land rural farmers were waking up to find their livestock slaughtered in the fields and each of them was to suffer a similar fate.

Quiet walks in the woods no longer brought the same relaxing feeling they once did, instead a feeling of dread, fear and anxiety brewed within. Fearful of the eyes that may be watching and dreading the fate they brought with them.

Teah was arrested swiftly after the initial incident, on multiple man slaughter charges and all the victims of her honorific crimes finally found peace as their family put them to rest, 6 feet under the ground. Safe from all of the horrors that now prowled the surface of the new, dread filled world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fowl Play – Part 2: Breathe

The four students piled into the room hastily and found themselves in a small laboratory. The room was a long rectangular shape. 12 desks, arranged 3 by 4, stood near them, facing towards a large white board that was fixed to the wall. Surrounding the arrangement of chairs was a long singular white work table that was fixated to, and followed, the wall around the room. Upon this work surface stood an arrangement of expensive scientific equipment. The uses of which were completely unknown to the 4 students that had just stumbled in. The glossy work surfaces, and indeed the desks, all reflected a harsh white light, as some of the warm golden rays seeped through the blinds that hung over the windows.

Further down the room stood a long computer desk, similar to the ones used in the I.T Suite, with computers sat upon it back to back. Sat down at one of these computers was a young man that they had not encountered before, who stood up as they entered the room.

He was of average height and had long black hair, it was a mess which had clearly not been brushed or styled. He was completely silent, staring at them, two black bags sagged heavily under both his dark brown eyes.

Standing next to him was the girl that they had met previously in the I.T suite on the upper floor. Both wore long bright white lab coats.

“So this is the group that you ran into upstairs?” The scruffy man asked, turning his head to his fellow student.

“That’s correct. However we haven’t had a chance to be formally introduced.” She stepped forward, “My name’s Teah, Teah Nicole, and this is Roland Johnston.”

Kayla stepped forward and replied, “My name is Kayla and this is Vauhn, Logan and Lizelle.” She walked next to each person as she introduced them, they all one by one accompanied her introduction with a slight raise of the hand.

“I heard that one of you needs medical treatment.” Roland said in a dull monotone voice, cutting the pleasantries short.

“Two of us.” Vauhn replied, “Kayla has a gash on the back of her neck and I’ve…” He didn’t have to finish his sentence, instead he brought up his blood soaked hands and smiled wearily.

“I see. No problem, I’ve got some supplies that can help patch you up.” Roland said back, “First go and wash the blood from your hands. Kayla come with me.”

He ushered her over to a supply cupboard, which he began searching through. Pulling out odd bottles of chemicals and scrap pieces of equipment, things that were completely unknown to Kayla.

“Here we go.” Roland said, pulling out two small bottles and a roll of bandages. The scruffy student sat Kayla down and began to inspect her wounds.

On the other side of the room, Liz was leaning against the work surface, looking down aimlessly at the floor . “So, What do you know about these birds?” she asked as she brought her cold stare up and set it firmly upon Teah’s anxious face.

She said nothing.

“You’re the zoologist aren’t you?”

Teah threw her dark brown eyes across to Roland, who met her glance for a slight second, before pouring more iodine onto a rag and dabbing it gently onto Kayla’s wound.

Teah remained silent.

“Tell me! Our friend Carole is gone because of those god damn things!” Liz shouted, pushing herself off of the work surface. “I’ve lost my Jason! I- We deserve answers!”

She slammed her fist onto a desk, the tears that were welling up in her eyes began to stream down her pale white cheeks. She sank back onto the work surface and planted her head in her hands. “Tell me , please.” She begged quietly.

Logan stared down at the floor, both arms firmly crossed, and sat helplessly listening to Lizelle’s heart breaking cry. Vauhn and Kayla looked to one another, able to see the sorrow in each others eyes. They reached for each others hands, locking their fingers tightly together.

“Just tell her Teah.” Roland said dully, sparing no thoughts of sympathy for the heartfelt moment.

Teah gulped and drew in a breath. “Roland and I are responsible for the birds.”

Lizelle brought her head upwards from out of her hands and stared at Teah with a set of unruly eyes. The small kindling of sorrow within her began to bellow and flamed up into a full rage. The fire of which spread throughout her body.

Teah simply stood, shakily, with her arms hanging awkwardly limp by her sides.

Liz grabbed a microscope that sat on the work surface beside her, and catapulted forward. Bringing the microscope above her head, with the sole intent of driving it into Teah’s skull.

Teah froze solid in terror. Just as Lizelle was about to bring the microscope down upon her, Vauhn intervened.

“Stop!” He cried, as he jumped between the two. “This isn’t going to bring him back Liz.”

Slowly, she brought her arm down and dropped the microscope, it struck the floor with a loud thud. Teah flinched.

Vauhn put his arm round Liz, and walked her over to a desk, withdrawing a chair that was tucked under it.

“Everything’s going to be alright Liz. But we need to stay focused if we hope on getting out of here.” He whispered to her, “Do it for Jason, And Carole. Once we’re out of here we can bring these two to justice. Alright?”

“Okay.” She replied weakly.

Vauhn got up off of his knees and turned to face Teah and Roland with an iron stare.

“Get talking.”

Teah looked nervously over at Roland. Who nodded and also waved to Vauhn, ushering him over to have his shredded hands looked at.

“Okay… Well… You see… I’m a zoologist and Roland is a biologist. We worked together on our thesis project.”

“The project being… designing killer birds?” Logan asked.

An uneasy look came across Teah’s face, she glanced over at Liz and caught a glimpse of her blue, sorrow filled eyes. Then darted her stare back at the clear white floor. “Are any of you familiar with a term called ‘breeding back?'”

Her question was met with silence.

“They’re not Zoologists Teah.” Roland said in dry voice, tenderly working on disinfecting Vauhn’s hands. Sterilising them before tightly wrapping each finger, then palm, in cotton bandages.

She threw a glare at her partner, unappreciative of his bluntness.

“Breeding back is a form of artificial selection by the deliberate selective breeding of domestic animals. In an attempt to regain traits of a wild type ancestor.” Teah explained, turning to use the white board that was fixed upon the wall behind her.

She began by crudely drawing two cows, one with a small set of horns, labelled domestic cow, and another with a large set of horns, labelled Auroch cow.

“The Auroch cow was a breed of large wild cattle that inhabited Europe, Asia and North Africa. However, they’re now extinct. It does have a living ancestor though, the tamer and smaller domestic cow.” Teah turned back to the board and drew an arrow, pointing from the domestic cow, towards the the Auroch cattle. “However, scientists thought that the code that once made up the Auroch cattle, must still exist, in part, within its ancestor. So they began breeding domestic cows that had similar characteristics to their extinct predecessors. Then they repeated the process, drawing out more of those hidden traits with every offspring produced. The result?”

“Bringing Auroch cattle back again?” Logan asked.

“No.” Teah turned round once again and drew another arrow pointing towards a new cow. “The result was they created an all new sub-species of cow. One that was very similar to the Auroch Cattle but was not the real deal. For you can’t 100% bring a creature back from the dead in this way, you just end up breeding a new species with similar traits.”

Kayla asked, “So I take it you decided to do the same with chickens…? But what ancestry does a chicken have that you would possibly want to breed back to?”

Teah turned back round to face the group that sat before her in the laboratory, sitting herself down on a stool that was present near the whiteboard.

“For starters we didn’t use chickens, per say.” Roland said unexpectedly, whilst putting some of the medical supplies back into a cupboard. “We used both Red and Grey Jungle-fowls. They’re believed to be the ancestor of the common chicken. We figured if we wanted to breed back, we might as well start with an animal further back on the evolutionary scale. Secondly, Jungle-fowls, and indeed chickens, belong to an evolutionary group known as Coelurosauria. Any guesses what that is?”

He gently shut the cupboard doors and turned back round to face the silent group.

“Like you said, we’re not Zoologists.” Logan scoffed, both arms folded tightly against his chest.

“Neither am I.”

Logan sneered.

“Coelurosaurs are a group of Theropods, creatures that stand on their hind legs and have hinge like ankles. Birds are part of this group, included as well are: Ornithomimidae, Manirapatora, Dromaeosaurs, Troodontids, Oviraptors and… Tyrannosaurids.”

“Dinosaurs? You were trying to recreate the dinosaurs?” Vauhn exclaimed loudly.

“A bit above and beyond for a uni dissertation.” Logan muttered, “Bloody over achievers.”

“We weren’t trying to re-create them. Merely breed out traits that have been locked away in their ancestors genetics.”

Kayla got up and began to pace the room, “At no point did you think that this might have been a bad idea!?”

“We had no idea of the potential locked away within these animals! At first the only thing that we noticed was the jungle-fowls feet which grew thick grey scales. They also began to have a firmer, upright posture.”

“Yeah well, you both did something that unlocked a hell of a lot worse than scaly chicken feet!”

“More radical changes occurred when we started introducing chemicals into the embryos. Growth stimulants and steroids, to help them cope with the rapid ageing process that we subjected them too.” Roland replied, a darkness set in his eyes. “That’s when we noticed the diet change, the jungle-fowls moved from seeds and oats to meat and bone. It was quite frankly…. incredible.”

Kayla looked over worryingly at Vauhn. His own face was stern, his deep set features were rigid like stone, and slowly he lifted one eyebrow.

“Where were you storing these jungle-fowls?” He asked, “We’ve been in this building many times before and saw no sign of these creatures.”

Teah responded quietly, “We rented out one of the rooms on the top floor. We kept them stored away safely in there.”

“Not safely enough it would seem.” Logan added.

Teah scowled at the young man and was met with an equally fierce set of eyes.

Roland got up from the chair he was perched upon and rested a hand on Teah’s shoulder. “We didn’t predict that the rate of growth in the birds intelligence would be so… Dramatic.”

“This is why you shouldn’t play god.” Kayla said to them.

“Playing god is a fundamental characteristic of human nature.” Roland snapped, “It’s the drive that urges us to improve ourselves and the environment around us. Without the urge to ‘play God’, the world we know wouldn’t exist today.”

A heavy silence set in the room and the students were still.

“If these Jungle-fowls are as intelligent as you say. Then its only a matter of time before they make their way in here, no matter how secure you claim this room is.” said Vauhn turning his focus to Roland.

“We should inform the authorities.” Liz said quietly.

“They’ve already been notified, we’ve told them to stay out of the building and keep a secure perimeter.” Teah replied. “If they were to make their way in to help us, they risk releasing one of these birds out into the wild. Which is a thought… I dare not think about.”

“You think they’d breed if released?”

“Without a doubt. If they’re intelligent enough to hunt down humans, they’re intelligent enough to know how to continue their species.” Roland chuckled, however his humour was not shared by the rest of the group.

“Regardless. We need to get moving, like Vauhn said, It’s only a matter of time before those birds find their way in here.” said Kayla, “And as you have said, Teah, those birds were kept on the top floor. So we need to make sure we get to the ground floor before they do. If we hope on getting out of here alive. Are you two going to come with us?”

The four students all turned their attention to Teah and Roland.

“You’ll probably fare better with our help. With all things considered.” Teah replied.

Roland walked over to one of the computers that was perched upon a desk and withdrew a small USB stick, after tapping a few of the keys. He placed the small item within his black jeans pocket. Vauhn eyed up Roland inquisitively as he walked past him. Who looked back with a smirk across his face.

He leaned towards Kayla and whispered in her ear, “I don’t trust that guy.”

“Nor me. But he’s our best chance to get out of here.”

Vauhn nodded sombrely, fixated on Roland as he walked across the room to Teah. “I suggest we use the door opposite to the one you came through.” He said dully. “The fowls will probably be waiting for us outside there. Plus if we head out the other door, we can follow the corridor down and use one of the lifts to get us down to the ground floor just a bit quicker.” Roland smiled weakly at the group.

Teah and Roland walked over to the other exit, which lay at the bottom of the mini I.T suite which sat in one half of the room. Logan, Lizelle, Kayla and Vauhn all made their way over as well, preparing themselves for the ordeal and danger that lay ahead of them.

Roland was poised at the door, he looked at each of the worried faces that stood before him. “Is everybody ready?”

One by one, each of the students gave an anxious nod. Logan swallowed, in attempt to lessen the lump that nervously knotted within his throat.

“We can do this.” Vauhn said firmly, clenching his bandage bound hands tightly. “Open it.”

Roland flung the door open and Vauhn leaped out into the brightly lit corridor. Only to have a set of talons burrowed deep into his face.

End of Part 2