Geneticide: What the Night Will Bring
The First Revelation (Revised Edition): Part 1
By: W.O.L.F 0013 & Deranged Kitsune

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear."
-Ambrose Redmoon

It is said by the social scientists, that mankind's first progression towards civilization was the creation of cities and large centers of population. And in the year 2026 the cities are pretty much what one would expect for a people that are about to crack double digit billions in the population count.

Our night's first subject takes us to the underbelly of the city. As we make our way past the boarded up building that are vintage of at least the 1950's, we cannot help but be struck by the offending odors and sights. Unfortunately the weather has been quite warm today for this part of the continent, and the garbage has been cooking in the sun a good part of the day. But it's now night and at least some of it has cooled, allowing its aroma to dissipate.

Why are we going down this cesspool, this social gutter that collects that which society decrees undesirable, you might ask? We are here because this is the home of tonight's first subject. At least his temporary home.

The putrid stench of rotting waste would most likely send the upper class citizens of society running towards the nearest toilet. But to all the occupants of this alley, the stench assaulting their senses has long since become normal. Or if not that, at least tolerable.

As we move up the alley we see a pair of homeless sitting across from each other in the alley. Street-kids, really. One of the occupants of this nightmarish back street is a sixteen-year-old Caucasian male that goes by the name of Christian Kamodo. Christian is a small lad who is truly big at heart. Unlike some of these people, Christian's story is truly a tragic one. Three months ago he broke away from his ignorant, racist parents, escaping to the relative freedom of the streets. Much to his dismay, however, he couldn't rescue any of his siblings from his parent's grasp.

The other street-kid is Christian's only friend. He is a fellow runaway named Daniel Adams. Other than being slightly homely looking, Daniel appears almost exactly the same as Christian. This is probably why they have become friends, one always watching the other's back. But tonight is a night of change and revelation. And when it is all over, this will no longer be the case.

Our subject, Christian, stirs from his idle contemplation to gaze up into the clearing heavens. Daniel is on his side of the alley having a smoke. Chris begins to ponder his existence, wondering if leaving his parents was worth what he had endured these last few months. His thoughts drift amongst the stars, going from mundane, everyday occurrences, to things about life in general. As Chris is leaning back on a bag of something he would rather not think about, a strange feeling comes over him. He dismisses it as simple fatigue and returns to his stargazing.

"What are you doing over there?" asks Adams, as he flicks some ash off his butt.

"Thinking," replies his friend in an absentminded tone.

"About what?"

Chris shrugs, the garbage bag cracking slightly under his soiled jacket. "Nothing really particular. Just trying to figure out stuff. Like how smart people can believe such stupid things. Maybe what it means to be human. You know, stuff."

Daniel snickers as he takes another drag. "Really? And you expect to get somewhere? You think that the great Christian Kamodo, vagabond philosopher of Sullivan Street, is going to accomplish what countless great minds have failed at?"

Chris chuckles back. It does seem rather pointless when his friend puts it like that. He is about to respond when a scream of pain splits the silence of the alley. The pair immediately comes around, standing to look at the far end where the echo of a woman's scream is still reverberating.

"What the hell was that?!" clamors a socked Christian. Daniel was about to respond when a second scream rends the night, this one so intense it causes the pair to wince and grab their ears.

Chris is just as confused as his friend. "Come on," he says, slapping Dan on the back, "we're seeing what that was." A person in pain is not something Christian can just sit by and let happen. The pair breaks into a light jog, heading towards an arising commotion some 50 feet away and around the corner. Chris hardly makes in 10 feet before an immense pain flares up throughout his body, causing him to fall to his knees in mid stride.

"Chris? What's wrong, man?"

But the only response his friend can give him is a roaring scream. The howl that emanates from Christian's throat is enough to send the rest of the alley's other occupants running for their lives. Daniel, being Chris's one friend for so long now, remains at Christian's side hoping that whatever is happening to his friend will pass quickly before becoming worse.

But poor Christian is no longer in a position to appreciate his friend's concern. In fact his current position is face down on the asphalt, his legs tucked under him, with his arms clutching his abdomen while he gasps for breath beyond the pain. Daniel's hopes for a quick recovery come to an end as Christian's body begins to pulsate and enlarge all over. Daniel watches in horror as Christian's clothing begins to strain in certain places, rending the cloth with horrid tearing noises. The fact that Chris's clothes are very well made and do not tear easily, only adds to his pain. Dan flinches back a few steps as his friend lets out a piercing shriek. The shriek is followed by a frightful tearing sound as a short tail punches a hole in the backside of Chris' pants.

And that's the moment the dam breaks completely.

As Dan watches with mounting trepidation, Christian's body rapidly continues to gain mass and alter it's exterior before his eyes. By now Chris's bones have begin to lengthen in some places and shorten in others. These internal changes force Chris to try and move. The change continues to progress as Chris places both hands on the ground. The fact that his hands are looking more claw-like escapes his interest for the moment, his whole being focused on extending his legs and trying to rise. At this moment Chris is about seven feet tall and still growing. His mind is so numbed by the assault of pain, that all he can focus on as he tries to stand is his deep, feral breathing. He fails to notice that his hair is beginning to shed before his eyes and that the skin on his exposed parts has begun to grow dark and tough. With sweat dripping off his face, he rises almost a foot of the ground. Chris manages to work a knee under himself before a bolt of pain lances along his spine, paralyzing all his outer limbs. He sprawls out onto the alleyway, his head connecting the asphalt with a solid thunk.

Daniel, who had backed himself into a doorway upon seeing the look on his friend's face when Chris had tried to rise, watches terrifyingly as two astonishingly large wings burst forth from beneath Chris's shirt and jacket. Dan thinks that this is the worst of it, and starts to approach his friend's prostate form. Coming around, he sees that his friend is still conscious, though his eyes are heavily glazed and moving in an uncoordinated manners.

But Christian's transformation has a few more surprises in store for the other boy. When Daniel is not more then two feet away from our subject, the front of Chris's skull fractures and begins to elongate to match his body, producing a multitude of cracking and sucking sounds. Like bone grating on bone. The top of Christian's head flattens out, melting his ears into his reforming skull, the skull itself having grown thick and plated. So intensely overwhelming is the pain accompanying this, that it forces a last inhuman bellow from Chris's lungs before he falls into a fully unconscious state.

But the change does not care about unconsciousness. In fact this allows the change to proceed with greater haste, as Chris is no longer fighting it. Daniel watches in both fascination and horror as Christian's body continues to change even more. The most noticeable change at this time is the set of large ivory horns that break through the thick skin near the back of Chris's skull, producing a dreadful splitting noise as they rend the dragon's thick hide. The horns continue growing from his skull as an intricate green and black pattern begins to form on the skin. In addition, the skin along his spine and arms breaks open to reveal rows of smallish black spikes. During this time, Christian's neck has elongated several inches and his face has also acquired a series of the small black spikes.

Due to Daniel's state of shock over his friend's transformation, it is a few moments before he clues into a strange sound. What he thinks at first is the sound of someone stepping on millions of cockroaches, is in fact one of the last stages of Christian's transformation. When he sees the change overtake the exposed skin of our subject's hands and face, Daniel discovers that the sound is made by Chris's skin breaking into millions of scales. Daniel has to fight the urge to throw up as he watches the skin ripple and crack in the wake of the new change.

Despite that however, Daniel decides that his best -- and only friend, really -- must finally be done changing. For almost a minute, Daniel remains standing a few feet from his friend, questions racing through his mind. He then begins to pace, praying that his friend will come around soon.

Finally a soft moan works its way past Chris's transformed lips. The newly transformed dragon's limbs twitch slightly in a spasmodic matter. Suddenly hopeful, Daniel crouches down and calls out to his fellow vagrant.

"Chris, you okay?" Chris can only respond with another moan, this one weaker and more feebly higher pitched then the first. Daniel is suddenly scared again, as he knows that reptiles were cold blooded. The fact that Chris is sprawled out on the cold asphalt, his clothes hanging in tatters, only drives Daniel to greater concern. The way Chris is acting is making his friend fear that perhaps he didn't come though the change that well after all.

Daniel knows what had to be done, but he has no way to do it! Chris needs to be taken to a hospital, and he needs to be taken right away. But there is no phone near by to call an ambulance from, nor a car for Daniel to take Chris there himself. He frantically begins to pace once more, his mind going in every direction at once and not making progress in any of them.

Finally giving up on saving his friend himself, Daniel races through the alleyway towards the street, hoping beyond reasonable hope that he finds somebody to help him rescue his friend. As he makes his hasty withdrawal, he wonders what's going on in the world tonight.

And so this segment draws to an end. Our subject is lying unconscious on the ground of the cold, wet alleyway. His friend Daniel Adams has gone for help, and is unable to do anything when trouble once again finds his friend. The arrival of this trouble is hailed by the loud banging of a door up the alley a ways, and the stumbling of a sole figure out of that revealed portal. The figure happens to be drug dealer who has been sampling some of his own produce that evening.

He saunters up the alley in an uncoordinated manner, checking to make sure that his inventory is still all in his pockets. He certainly can't go around loosing important things like that, now can he? It is this distraction that almost causes him to trip over the prostate form of our subject.

The drug dealer gets a confused expression on his face as he examines what he's come across. It would appear that he's debating whether this is real, or just a bad side effect of a defective batch of merchandise. "Dude," he calls to the dragon, "what the hell are you, man?"

Somewhere in his ravaged mind, Christian hears him and attempts to respond. But the change has played hell with his nervous system and he can't make his body respond as it should. Chris can only make some savage grunts and protests, his taloned left hand trembling out towards the stranger.

This action convinces the whacked out dealer that Christian is not in fact entirely human. "Hell with this!" he exclaims, pulling a semi-automatic hand gun from inside his jacket. As the drug dealer aims the laser sight at the head of the form at his feet, the click of the hammer as it's drawn back reverberating down the alley, we take our leave of Christian Kamodo for the moment.

Th'End of Part 1

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