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By Baby Jemma · Posted
Well, it's been a while, but I finally have the next chapter of Splice, Spliced Baby ready to post! (There's a future Shadrach chapter ready and waiting; I just have to write the next Charmaine chapter before it can be posted.) As content...well, maybe not warnings, but stuff that's controversial; expect controversial medical procedures, gender-changing (with the gender identity unchanged), threats of violence, possible character death (as we don't know if people die in this chapter or not), and xenophobia by the POV character. As always, viewer discretion is advised, and I hope you enjoy the chapter: - Chapter Five: An Ambulance, A Bear and A Drive Without Care - Beileag’s thoughts were in overdrive as she considered…the failsafe option. Shadrach Veil was dying from his injuries, and the male paramedic, Coffey, was desperately trying to resuscitate him through the steady flatline, doing CPR, clearing his airway, the IV, but nothing changed. Veil was on death’s door, and the paramedic could do nothing about it. But the human/Amur leopard hybrid could do something that would save his life. She just didn’t know if she wanted to…because it was the very reason why MVF was hunting her down. She unzipped the smallest part of her backpack, withdrawing a tiny vial filled with a sickly-greenish liquid. She had no idea how to properly insert it; all she knew was that it was done on the spinal column of the neck to send the impulses directly to the brain and body, but she was scared that it would kill Veil…or at least, a permanent part of him. The flatline continued. She had no choice. “Please, Mr. Coffey, try this.” “Not now, kid,” Coffey answered impatiently, trying more CPR. Beileag sighed. There was no time for this. She drew her pistol from the hidden part of her sweats and pointed it at the paramedic’s head. “Listen to me or you’ll be as dead as he will be if you don’t do this,” she hissed. The paramedic turned his head, his eyes wide in shock. “What the-” “Don’t make another sound. If you put this vial into a syringe and inject it into the spinal column in his neck, you and your partner will be unharmed. If you refuse or drop the vial, I will be forced to take drastic measures.” “You lied about being family, didn’t you?” The voice wasn’t accusing, but it still stung, as he took the vial from her hands. “Do what I say, and you will be unharmed. You have my word as a former SAS member.” “Special Air Services? No, who are you, really?” “Someone with a grudge against MVF and what they did to me, what I have no choice but to do to him. The vial. Now.” Coffey put the vial of liquid into a syringe, made sure there were no air bubbles, Beileag holding the gun to his head the whole time. He inserted it into Veil’s neck, pressing the plunger of it down, as all of the green liquid went into the spinal column. One second. Two seconds. And then, a pulse. A massive spike screeching on the machine. Veil’s badly injured shoulder, hip and fingers were the first to change, the bones snapping themselves back into place, as he grimaced in his unconscious state. Veil’s arms and legs were the next; there was clear black fur, growing rapidly, as both Beileag and Coffey stared in shock. “What the fuck is going on?” Coffey’s voice was panicking. Beileag sighed; there was no more need for subtlety. She took off her balaclava, revealing her face to the screaming paramedic. “That’s what they did,” she whispered, watching Veil’s rapid transformation, the growth of black fur around everywhere but his neck, growing snout (and breasts to both her shock - in that Veil was turning into a mature creature and not a tween or younger - and…not; she assumed that, for whatever reason, only transformed female animal hybrids weren’t feral), and the area around his eyes; the fur there was cream colored, almost giving him a look of what could be called spectacles. The ambulance stopped. The female paramedic had gone to the back, shouting, “Coffey! You okay? You’re gonna give me a heart atta-” She immediately saw Beileag’s face and screamed as well. “Calm down!” the human/Amur leopard hybrid interjected; she needed those two calm, and slowly, both paramedics were growing calm, albeit because of the pistol aimed at them. “I’m not going to harm either one of you. I gave you my word, and I’m a…shit, fooking MVF, making me a girl…well, I was a man. Once. But I gave you my word that both of you would be unharmed if you helped me, and you did.” “You’re serious?” Coffey said, blinking his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing or saying. His partner seemed equally stunned. “Humanity First Pharma…they experimented on you?” “And God knows how many others,” Beileag answered bluntly. “They’re looking for immortality, and they might’ve bloody well found it. I investigated them along with nine other members of my squad. I’m the only one who is alive and still has my humanity…what little is left of it. The others are either dead or permanently…feral. I escaped. I got out with a vial; the one just used on Veil.” She put her balaclava back on and waved them off with the pistol. “Now, I need your ambulance. Both of you, pretend you never saw my true face, say you got hijacked by me and others. You’ll be safer that way. Get your personal belongings and get out.” The two paramedics went into the walkthrough, grabbed their stuff, and immediately got out, even being so kind as to close the door. Beileag moved to the front of the ambulance, immediately sliding into the driver’s seat, noting with sadness how it was big for her; her child-sized body wasn’t nearly big enough to see much ahead unless she really craned her neck. Beileag turned off the siren; it was best to be subtle until necessary. She knew the cops would eventually be called, and the FBI would be involved, as several unmarked black cars immediately went into the vicinity, seemingly aware that this was the same ambulance that carried Veil (albeit, thankfully not noticing that the paramedics were gone). She continued driving, following traffic laws (even though Americans had the absolute worst traffic laws she had seen, especially driving on the fooking wrong side of the road), before she went on the highway, and quickly gunned the ambulance well beyond the speed limit (about 193/194 kilometers, using the correct term. Fooking Americans with their stupid fooking “miles per hour”, stupid fooking Imperial system, every stupid fooking thing about the Ugly arse Americans, a country she personally despised for their arrogance and ignorance), weaving her way past the cars and the drivers who honked their horns, raising her body up to try to see ahead of her. Now the black cars were speeding with her, and she was wondering how she was going to evade them in an ambulance; it wasn’t the fastest or most subtle vehicle. Then the toll booth came up (great, more stupid American shit. Of course, the U.K. had toll booths, but they weren’t seemingly everywhere in the country.), and she quickly ran it. She chanced a look at the left mirror, and the black cars were right behind her. Beileag saw a lorry (what the stupid Americans called an “eighteen-wheeler”) ahead of her, and a desperate idea clicked in the forefront of her mind. She knew that it would certainly cause multiple injuries of innocent lives, if not deaths…but she saw no other options to get away from the FBI cars. God forgive me. For all of it. For everything. She clipped the truck, and swerved away from it, causing it to tip over and causing an accident on the road, hearing the sound of a giant crash behind her with her keen ears. With a regretful sigh, she gunned the ambulance, continuing to weave her way past the cars. A quick look in the mirror showed that none of the unmarked black cars were pursuing, but she heard the sound of helicopters in hot pursuit. Then Beileag heard a voice behind her. Veil’s voice, except more…soprano. “What the fuck is going on?! Why the fuck do I have fur?! HOLY FUCK, WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE BOOBS, WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY SO BIG?” “Calm your fooking arse down and blame MVF!” Beileag shouted as she slowed down to get off the highway, continuing to run red lights in the process. “Do you want to help save your friend or not?!” “MAINEY!” Veil immediately went to the Amur-leopard/girl hybrid’s side in the ambulance. Beileag noticed that the man/woman almost looked like a species of bear with a much bigger size and ripped clothes from the size increase, his/her snout, giant paws for hands, even with claws protruding from the nails on his/her fingers. “What do you know about her?! Did this happen to her, too?! Who the hell are you?!” “I know that it’s not going to matter if the FBI doesn’t stop pursuing us! We’re going to go into a car park, hopefully get a truck, because I don’t think a regular car will fit you.” She parked the ambulance in an alley behind a parking garage before getting out a scrambler and handing it to Veil. “Hack a truck, block the key fob lock with this,” Beileag said, as she slipped out of the ambulance. “You don’t hack trucks!” Veil protested, as he/she got out of the ambulance as well. “And I don’t have my-” “Your phone and laptop are in my backpack. Now, are you going to help or not?” “You didn’t answer me: who the fuck are you? Last I remembered, I was-” “Going to die from your injuries? I saved you. Had something to change you, but it was either that or you’d have died.” “There wasn’t a third option?! I’m a fucking female furry now, apparently!” Veil snarled as they snuck into the parking garage from the inside. “A bear, not a furry,” Beileag said contemplatively. “And your friend likely is some form of animal/human hybrid as well. Like you. Like me. Now, are you going to help me or not?!” Her voice brooked no arguments, despite feeling desperate enough to ask for his/her help a third time. As much as she hated it, she needed Veil. “Fuck you…fine! You better not be lying about Mainey, or I’ll kick your fucking ass!” “MVF changed me as well, my squad as well. They probably changed her as well.” “MVF?” Veil said in disbelief as they found a decent sized truck: a GMC Yukon. He/she used the scrambler and got the door open. “That’s where she was undercover!” “No shit, she was,” Beileag muttered, as she got into the passenger side. The now-bear-human hybrid entered the driver’s seat. “So, you’ve got your squad on the inside-” “I’m the last one left of Wraith Squad, Special Air Services.” The leopard-girl hybrid’s voice was cold, yet she could hear and feel it cracking with pain, as she took off her balaclava, fishing in her backpack for a credit card. “The others are either dead, or they’d be better off dead.” Veil took a deep breath at her appearance. “Christ. I didn’t-” “No, you don’t know,” Beileag said harshly. “I’ve been wanting Van der Aart dead ever since. Not just for me, but for the men, my mates, in my squad. Knew them for years, and now all of them are gone.” “Can I at least know your name?” The man/woman’s voice was exceedingly gentle. “I know you don’t trust me - only Mainey does - but I’d still like to know.” Beileag didn’t hesitate with her answer. “No. Now fooking drive.” - Hope y'all enjoyed~ -
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Mongolian chicken made from last night's chicken thighs, rice and some frozen egg rolls.
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