Dijin: Origins

Dijin origins.
Chapter one
Metal isn’t generally a very good thing to use as bedding material. And it certainly isn’t something you want to wake up on with no idea how you got there, usually this is the case because all you can remember from last night is going to a bar and meeting up with some chick that turned out to be a cash sucker and now you’re flat out broke. But in my case I can’t even remember last night even happening… like at all, and the weirdest thing is that I’m surrounded by dead people. No not like in the sixth sense where some kid can see the lost souls of people who have passed on, I am actually surrounded by corpses in lab coats, all of them lying in a pool of their own blood, so I know that whatever did this, did it in some kind of animalistic way and it was done very recently, but what scared me was the fact that I was covered in blood so maybe something came in and did this? This made perfect sense because most of these bodies had claw marks, and last I checked I had no such claws that could render the bones devoid of flesh with such efficiency as this. Also some of these corpses were burned beyond recognition, so the best that I could come up with (as far as who or what did It.) was a dragon. I mean we all know that dragons are fire breathers with claws right?

The whole scene looked so horrific that I couldn’t keep my stomach from making a surprise appearance, and I kinda threw up, but what I saw made me wanna lose it again. I saw fingers, and half-digested internal organs, heck there was even an eyeball that I saw. This was too much for me; I looked for a door to go running out of screaming like a girl, all hopes of getting out while retaining some degree of manliness gone. I found one, and bolted over to it only to find that the door was… well bolted shut. Great, I was stuck in this crazy place, with probably more people in my stomach, and others on the floor looking like some vicious animal attacked them, I had to get out of here, but I didn’t know how, then I looked up and saw a vent with the opening slightly off. I got over to it, tore the cover off, and started crawling through it, hoping to find some answers.

The vent led me into a room that looked something like a file room, there were file cabinets everywhere, and they were all assembled in rows. So I figured that while I was in this mad house I may as well figure out why I was here. And while they were all locked I managed to find an old maintenance room (still had to kick down that ding dong door.) that happened to have a hammer that had not rusted yet, so busting those locks turned out not to be a problem.

Most of the stuff in those cabinets turned out to be a bunch of photos and random junk, but one thing kept coming up. Something called genewashing. that was when I found this file on some guy named Jerome, this one file said that they tried this genewashing technique on him and then he turned into... something... the rest was blacked out, so exhausted I threw down the file, then I saw that there was more in it... something about... subject 087, the file continued on by saying that he was the first person to be ‘genewashed’ but something went wrong and his body started having growths all over, then he went insane and they had to put him in holding cell 423. Now if this guy was as bad as he sounds... then it could be possible that he did that back there in the cell, but then again, how did I wind up with people parts inside me?

As I was wondering I heard some kinda noise... it didn’t exactly sound friendly but it did sound big ugly and threatening. So with this door locked (locked doors seem to be a theme here.) and no other vent for me to shimmy out of. I found a closet that had several lab coats (bloodied by the way.) and stashed myself in there. Lucky me, the second I did there was something that started smashing itself at the door, and when it got in, my curiosity got the better of me and I peeked out the door... big mistake... What I saw defied everything I knew about... anything that I know, it looked like a preying mantis, but it had a fleshy looking skin, almost like silly putty and its arms came out the back, so in short I just about crapped myself.
I closed the door as quickly and quietly as I could but unless you happen to be a ninja, quickly and quietly are two things that don't go together, so instead of a gentle squeak, what I got was a loud BANG, so as you can imagine this attracted the attention of Mr. Mantis... not what I wanted to do, so all it took for him was two steps over to where I was and I couldn't help it, I screamed and bolted out the door, where I found myself in some disgusting stuff that looked like the skin of Mr. Mantis, but had the consistency of puke. At the moment I didn’t care, I just wanted out of there, so still screaming and running, I tried every door that was available to me, but all of them were locked, so now being done with screaming my lungs out I checked behind me to see if that thing was still following me, but it turns out that screaming and running through halls isn't very ideal because you run the risk of attracting every monster that has hearing good enough to hear just how much of a wuss you are so in my case this number was five more. So figuring that a Hollywood style window crash was my only option of not becoming food for the Mr. Mantises I turned to find a window partially covered in that goop and booked it.

Looking back I probably would have tried to lose them in the labyrinthine halls, but I didn’t care, I was just glad to be out of that place, but then I saw what was standing a few feet away from me, and I wanted nothing more than to be back in there. It was a dragon and it was looking right at me, just to let everyone know how royally screwed I am this thing stood at seven feet, was practically ripped like he worked out, and was black with red markings. It had two sets of horns with which to impale any unlucky victims, and its eyes were blood red with slits for pupils. In short this guy looked like the very definition of evil. So I did what any person would do in a scenario like this, I ran the other way. Now something that I wish I would have known right then, is that the place I was running to was into the hole of an active volcano, yah that’s right, active, as in has lava bubbling a few hundred feet at the bottom of the crater. But sadly this escaped my knowledge, as did everything else. Running in fear kinda does that to you, like running in fear kinda makes you lose your balance very easily.
As one would imagine, volcanic rocks are not the most ideal running ground, as was the case with me, so landing on my face, I quickly got on my back, and started doing that thing most people do in slasher films, which was backing up as quick as I could, while staring at the face of my pursuer the entire time. This is never a smart thing to do because, then you can’t tell where you are going, but just for your sake, I was about to plunge 178 feet into 2000 square feet of lava. When I finally fell off, something odd happened; the dragon actually dove in after me, like he didn’t want me to die by fire. Maybe I was reading too much into it, but I guess he wanted me to die by his hand, not from my own stupidity. Either way, I didn’t care, I just closed my eyes and accepted my fate, and when that lava hit me, I have never felt more alive.