“Congratulations! You have a healthy bouncing baby botanical wonder. The hybridization of the species was a success, doctor. I am quite exquisite. Highly developed for my age, indeed!” He announced arrogantly.
“What’s that? You are having difficulty speaking with that gag in your mouth?” He patronized Dr. Bramble.
“Well, you see doctor, you didn’t know enough about the alien specimen you included in the trial. Do you really think that you found it by accident?”
He was sturdy on his thick stalk legs, circling the bound doctor.
“I can tell by your eyes that you are very proud of your accomplishment. You made me, and who wouldn’t be thrilled?” He said poking at the doctor with his tendril finger and waving his vine arms around for emphasis.
“Now, now, settle down, Herb. Do you mind if I call you by your first name? Oh, good.”
“I am far superior to your race or any other species. I have great plans for my new world, Herb.”
“You should consider it an honor to be the first sacrifice for your creation. I am hungry, Doc. Oh, have you noticed these?” He asked and unfolded a pair of transparent, veiny bat-like wings. He stretched them out as far as they would reach and gave them a couple of flaps. “I do think I will enjoy flying.”
“I will take the gag out of your mouth now, Herb. Please, feel free to share your last words.”
The terrified doctor trembled and leaned back into the chair trying, in vain, to get as far away as possible from the monstrosity that he had inadvertently conceived.
Sweat and tears mingled and ran down Herb’s face. The gag was removed, though he hesitated to speak.
“If you have nothing to say, Father, I must feed.”
“Wait!” he shouted, stalling, hoping someone would come for him. “What do you eat, anyway?”
“Thanks to the inclusion of Desmodus Rotundus DNA, I have these great wings.” He flapped them again. “And an appetite for blood.”
“Oh, god,” lamented the doctor, losing hope.
“It seems that when you took it upon yourself to create a new life, you were the god, but once you are gone, I will be.”
“Any last questions? I grow impatient.”
“Yes! Why are you so arrogant!?” He asked, disillusioned.
“Why? Because you included human DNA in the experiment, of course.” He replied, deadly serious, then ran a barbed tendril through the doctor’s heart, and began absorbing blood and satisfying his hunger.
– Written for The Daily Post. Daily word prompt was “healthy.” Photo from Pixabay.com.
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