American Chimera – 30.5

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And I waited. At a time I knew only one soldier was on patrol, I left my door ajar. When he passed, not noticing anything was out of place, I exited after him. I put a Kevlar-gloved hand over his mouth and a knife to his throat. “Do as I say if you want to live.”

Of course he fought. My voice didn’t sound exactly Korean, and it sounded female – something everyone, especially the Koreans, took as a sign of weakness.

I didn’t want to get blood everywhere. I pushed the man into one of the cage doors where a man dying of starvation was kept. The man yelped with delight at the delivery, and he weakly pulled the guard’s hands in through the iron bars. “Give him to me!” he cried. “I saw you give the other man to that family. Give this guard to me, and I won’t tell anyone.”

I took him up on that offer.

I slit the guard’s throat and let the blood leak out onto the floor. Though the jacket had gotten bloody, I took it before it got worse. I removed the belt, pants, and boots, then unlocked the door and kicked the corpse inside the cell. “They’ll kill you for this, you know,” I told the man.

“But I will die with a full stomach,” he replied through flesh-filled mouth. I supposed he was at least right about that.

I took the billy club from the guard and fished around for his taser. I ordered one of my drones to show itself and serve as a distraction, then delved deeper into this cavernous horror.

That’s when I heard her. Fiendish Dr. Kim.

I knew Americans had only seen secondhand propaganda of her, unflattering clips rendered dull and taken from extremely flattering North Korean propaganda films and holos. She didn’t look so young in real life, and she wasn’t nearly as menacing.

In fact, she was as normal as they come. Normal like a certain Dallin Smith in Nevada. Normal like you, even.

She sipped some hot water and pointed to some of the cameras. “A drone? What does that mean for the facility? Please don’t put us on lockdown again – it slows the whole process. I wanted to go home on time this evening.”

The guard tapped the monitor. “It looks like a scout. It’s shown up several days in a row, so they’re probably looking for a way inside.”

“Then don’t open the doors or go after it. Don’t put us on lockdown, please-”

“There’s no reason to be alarmed yet. Tell your people not to start anything new…”

I snuck by them and pried a panel that led to the cool floor beneath their computers. I told my drone not to do anything out of the ordinary until I found my safe, quiet spot where I connected to their computers and began interpreting their security scheme. I downloaded all the research data I could, got all the proof of their governments’ treachery necessary. You’ve seen some of it during the trials, some of it during the signing of the Accords. For two days I lived off emergency rations and data collection, and then I found the controls for lockdown.

I changed the parameters. Open all the cages, close all the exit doors.

Then I called in all my drones and stormed the doors.

Lockdown was called. The ape men, always enraged, stormed out of their cages. I watched on my screen as one ripped even Dr. Kim’s stomach open, then proceeded to kill and eat everything in sight. The family upstairs I had fed the corpse to? Chimera food. The guard? Wasted.

It calmed after several hours of carnage, after most of the ape men had – with no orders and no control collars – resorted to killing each other.

And so I climbed out of the place. Dr. Kim was, somehow, still alive. Perhaps the ape men really did love her, since she hadn’t been fucked to death or eaten. A bloody hand reached up to me. “Help,” she said. “Please, help.”

“You can fucking bleed out for all I care.” I whipped out a knife to cut out her kneecaps as trophies. She didn’t even scream – the cut on her stomach hurt so much more than what I was doing, she probably didn’t even notice. I gave one of those trophies to the president.

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6 thoughts on “American Chimera – 30.5

    • H.R.R. Gorman says:

      I try to make things as gruesome as I think they need to be. Never been in/around a war, so I’m hoping I never have to see something like this, but I also have the feeling I don’t capture anything close to reality.

      • robertawrites235681907 says:

        I’ve never been in a traditional war, H. but we have a lot of crime here in SA so I hear and see a lot of horrible things. I have written a story about our farm murders which will be included in a new anthology called Wings & Fire coming out soon.

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