Experiment #1,117

“In a distant land, far far away from everyone and everything, was an island. This island was perfect for scientific "research." Except, it was less like research and more like experimentation.

The process was the same every time. Some scientist on some continent would have an idea for an experiment. The idea went through all the typical procedures on land. When it was too dangerous to continue in normal labs, it was shipped over to this island.

It was all the same for experiment number 1,117. Some scientist named something thought of the idea to have a superhuman. Of course, this was not new. But this time it worked.

They kept it on land until it was time to grow the mutated cells. Then they shipped all their research, procedures that come next, and the modified cells to this island. Here they continued the work.

All was going well. It was now a toddler and could walk, but not yet talk. Until 1,117 started talking in some language unknown to mankind. The greatest code breakers were brought on to try to decipher what it said, but to no avail. It seemed to be intelligent blabber.

Too late, they realized it was the first ever written language that took them years to decode, but never knew how to say. As soon as they realized that, they also discovered what it kept saying: "They can see me.”

The scientists were stunned. Who was ‘they?’ The scientists thought for a week. They schemed of who ‘they’ could be.

Then it hit them. There had been many experiments in this lab before. One of them was a similar project as this one, but it had been a group of three people who willingly participated. The gene had been mutated, but it was also corrupt and the corruption was virtually undetectable. No one at the labs had noticed a small piece of DNA that had gone corrupt and made the “superhumans” inhuman. They now had no connection with the modern human, yet still had all of the new abilities of the mutated gene.

In short, this group had become a group of monsters that hated humans. They had escaped and had been classified as “dead”, as they thought they were not smart enough to live without assistance with the broken genes. Little did they know that they survived better than any human could and hated humans for reasons unspecified.

They scrambled to collect it, but it was too late. They had already taken it and now it was being raised by them. They taught it to hate humans, saying that it was never real. It went insane and started to hate all humans. One day, It was released into the forest and now it hunts all the humans it can get to.

Until one day a boy happened to pass by. Another day, a girl happened to glance at it. They eventually found each other and managed to catch it using themselves as bait, bringing It out of the forest and put It in a cage. They built it a house and retrained it to think like a human. They taught it as one would treat a human baby - teaching It to walk upright, talk, and more. One day, it became human - It was given a name [unidentifiable].

The creatures have never been found, and the only description of them is from 1,117.

They have slick, black skin - so dark, light could not escape the skin. This filled them with hatred to humans. Their eyes seemed as though they were fire, with bright flames always dancing around their eyes.

They had long nails always wet with blood - from what is unknown. They have still not been found, but you may see one out of the corner of your mind one day, and be gone the next day. Be grateful for that, for if you see the creatures for too long - you're next.”

Found in a journal with blood stains all over it. I could only not understand the name of It, as it had been cut out with care. During this story, 1,117 remains named as “It.”

-By the Clouds

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