Scattered Truth
In reality, I did not see, I only listened to the splashes in his laboratory resulting from the many mixtures he made. I was very afraid of what might happen, and although Walker told me not to call anyone under any circumstances, I did just before I entered his filthy, smelly place.
"Yeah, that's right, there is a dangerous man in the Terrance building near the Lyceum Theatre, 45th Street."
It was pouring rain that night, and thunder and lightning set the New York scene in a way that I kept thinking, "Mamma mia! Today Frankenstein is reborn."
I was sweating uncontrollably and my eyes in the window went back and forth like a pendulum awaiting the arrival of the cops.
From one moment to the next, I felt a silence in the laboratory. Then like a child sneaking toward the refrigerator, I peeked over to where Walker was. But just at that instant, a big green flash was accompanied by a violent explosion that threw me against the wall.
My whole body hurt so much from the impact against the wall, I could hardly move. However, I could see all the test tubes, Beakers and indicators lying shattered on the floor.
For a moment I thought, "perhaps it was lightning that struck this dismal place?" The answer came immediately when, out of the rubble of several old storefronts, a nightmarish monster emerged.
"Dio Santissimo!" I exclaimed as I, absolutely perplexed, watched as my former co-worker had transformed into a green, slimy creature with purple blobs all over his face, dinosaur hands and a monkey's tail.
Walker was a scrawny 2.15 m guy with a dead face, who turned into a monster dripping disgusting substances with every step he took and coming towards me to eat my brain in a Frankenstein-style.
Still scared to death and extremely sore, I was able to throw as many things as I had near me. Walkerstein seemed to react in pain to what I threw at him, but he didn't stop.
In what I thought would be my last seconds of life, I heard people trying to break down the door to the room. After three attempts, the wooden door gave way and broke several bottles that were scattered around.
To my surprise it was not the police officers I called, it was Walker's wife and brother.
As soon as Mrs. Walker screamed in terror at the sight of what her husband had become, he reacted by emitting a horrible screeching noise similar to the sound of claws tearing a blackboard.
Miles, his brother, tried to talk some sense into him several times by calling his name, telling him who they were and that this was not the way to justice.
It was all in vain. I believe that right after that, a tragedy could have happened, but the lights of the police helicopters made the monster stop its march. In fact, the appearance of several police officers shooting from the door, caused it to jump, like a monkey, and escape from our sight through one of the several windows of that place.
I still remember clearly how I saw the figure of Walkerstein above Time Square roaring frighteningly in the moonlight. That was the voice of a thing asking for a justice that would never come.
His suffering over the sad death of his father at the hands of corrupt men in New York, is something he could never reconcile. Tired of waiting for some response from the official system, he decided to take justice into his own hands, not knowing that he would become the very thing he despised so much.
I swear to you, officer, witnissing that previous scene in Times Square only caused me to be in the fetal position. However, as you may know, I had to accompany your team to show them where my former co-worker would probably go.
The incessant stares of New York as we gave chase seemed to suffocate me, perhaps locking me in a glass of water that was being filled with every drop of the cold rain that fell on my distressed body.
Several minutes later, as if awakening from a lethargy, I remember the police officer shouting in amazement. It was about Walkerstein lifting and throwing cars on some dull Queens street.
I just told them that it might be the hideout of the corrupt people that he wanted so badly to disappear. Still unconfirmed, they began to attack him, since at any moment he would go for the police cars.
As before in the lab, it showed some signs of pain when he was shot, but it didn't stop. It was after half an hour, I think, that you called in a heavily armed S.W.A.T. team. They started a mini-war against the monster that ended up killing it.
Ultimately, the last thing I remember seeing that night was that it was he again after he was dead and that, even though he had gone to the other world, I could recognize a discomfort on his face for not being able to complete his mission here.
After months, both his widow and his brother give talks of justice in "unfavorable" systems. People don't remember anything about it because of the countermemory weapons you applied on them. And I, well, I just keep working for the Daily News hoping that you will someday put in prison the real monsters of this society that you are so fond of placing in your classified files.
@gabmr Reading your story reminded me of Incredible Hulk, but without seeing some of his exploits his death can't be imagined, and at the right moment you made S.W.A.T entry like Hollywood movies, it was like the joy of an action movie.
Hello, @fantom22! Seems like many Hollywood movies remains unconsciously on our minds, no matter what we do haha. Just planned to write something very American. I think it worked :)
Thanks for reading.
I felt sorry for Walker. Indeed, sadness can devour a person's mind. Being drowned in sorrow for losing someone important can drive someone out of their sanity.
I just couldn't imagine if I were on the shoe of someone who has witnessed a human transformation to weird creature. I might've been petrified if it were me.
Walker experienced, maybe in disproportionate ways, what many have lived around the world at least once: insanity after systematic injustice. It is something really hard to deal with. It may lead to know dark faces of oneself.
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Walkerstein? You deserve an award from the Onion for that. Wonderfully entertaining story. You manage to make it political/social commentary and at the same time a sort of farce. Great use of 'splash'. Dramatic, vivid descriptions. Overall good writing.
We appreciate that you engage with other writers in the community. Thank you for sharing yet another topnotch piece to the Inkwell.
So pleased to know my writing made you both laugh and think. Sometimes critical standpoints have kind of humor to make people digest them without major problems. Hope The Onion can get inspire by my story soon haha.
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@gabmr I was kept in suspense until Walker's death, poor soul tormented by pain and helplessness due to the lack of justice. Great story.
It's nice you actually read till the end of it :). Thanks for reading, @mjvdc!
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Awesome simile 😂 In fact you set a Mary Shelley like scene so well.
Who would have thought a single word would give rise to such an imagination. I like the way you are talking to the cops, though it wasn't clear til toward the end.
Countermemory weapons would be the end of us all! They do enough with media and politics.
Great story, I enjoyed it a lot.
Hello! Feel happy about the fact my story reminded you of Shelley. Some parts were kinda confusing, shortly developed in purpose as it was narrated from a traumatized witness.
And, I agree with you haha.
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It was entertaining to read your story where you make an excellent description of the environment and especially of the main character Walker. In some moments I was amused and in others saddened because his transformation into a monster did not help him in his goal. The ending was thought provoking. I liked it.
Regards @gabmr
Let us say then you experienced partly what Walker lived in his last hours. Maybe his end can be the just the beginning for many :). I'm really pleased by your comment. Thanks a lot, @popurri.
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Congratulations, @gabmr for receiving our first ever Golden Quill award. This is such a clever, entertaining story. And it did make us think.
Keep them coming and we'll keep reading them :)
It's such an honor! I truly appreciate your support and multiple initiatives to encourage writers from all over the world to produce quality content. You all do an amazing job :)
Wow!!! This so made me want to watch it! I feel bad for Walker, but he should have chosen another approach - his choice couldn't have ever led to justice.
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hahaha great one
It may be a film noir with bad visual effects haha. Btw, rancor just won over Walker, so he never thought clearly about the whole situation.
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Well, this story pulled me into the strange thought regarding justice, freedom, experimentation and transformation and S.W.A.T team hmm. Walker ended up in pain from being mistreated. I found your post on dreemport, a warm welcome to you.
Hello! I'm pleased you took some time to read my story. Thank you.
Oh my! This is compelling. And has the human condition plastered over it. You write so well, i was hooked from start to finish. I came in from Dreemport
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Oh woah....I wish it was more elongated and in parts haha...goodness me...you got me!...I had to turn off my home theater to grasp the whole story. It was like I was watching a move in Netflix!....Great plot!
I felt sorry for walkerstein because he had to take justice with his own hands and he landed in big trouble by creating a monster outta himself.
I came via Dreemport!...I would love to read more of this!
I'm flattered at this comment! I genuinely appreciate your reading and high esteem over my short story. I'll will be publishing more content so far. Stay tuned and thanks for the support :)
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