Hi all, this week’s piece of flash fiction hearkens back to the good old days of cheesy 80s horror. Enjoy!
“Time to take the bandages off,” said Dr Stood. In the excited air of the lecture hall, the patient had his cocoon unwrapped, one soft layer at a time. When the last piece of gauze had been removed, there was a gasp, for nothing remained underneath.
Dr Stood’s wolf’s teeth grinned out of his thick black beard. ”The patient’s wounds were too serious, his body could not sustain such grave injuries. He has been absorbed. Now, see that you don’t let him escape.”
The pile of bandages no longer gleamed from the stage, though Dr Stood had certainly not tidied them away.
In the front row a student, Hawkins, grunted and flailed at something, like he was shaking off an attacking dog. The boy next to him did the same, and the next. Creeping into view, a piece of white fabric wound its way around their bodies, tightening its grip on their necks.
“You see? He has his strength back.”
The entire row was being pulled sideways after the bandage, which tightened further to cut into soft living flesh, turning red. How could such a thing live at all?
“The patient was weak,” said Dr Stood. “I merged him with my own genetic material.”
It had reached my row. The hideous thing was no more than a millimetre thick, but strong. At its front, rendered by the blood, red lips, flushed cheeks, covered by Dr Stood’s beard of wolfish black fur.
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