Out of Their Minds

Another person appeared to the small group. Mortimer eyed them suspiciously, recognizing it as someone whom he had seen in the halls before. Stepping off to the side, he looked the group up and down. He knew Dr. Handel, his faithful disciple, needed him now. Still, in the back of his mind he knew he'd deal with the rest the way he had always wanted to, when the time was right...
"So f***heads, what noble thing are we off to do?"

 

Brenda shook her head and then said out loud:
"We are going to finish off something and perhaps someone. I have a feeling Jerry - Francine's brother - is up to something really wrong. Now come on, down that tunnel everyone!"

******

The lights on the capsules turned red as the last minute neared an end. Jerry's stomach was tied into a knot and he perspired, thinking of what might come out.
"Maybe this wasn't that awesome an idea..."

He thought to himself, but before any more comments, a blinding light slapped his sight. He fall back against the invisible push of the capsules opening. He blinked slowly, trying to navigate himself from the heat and smoke. The first to step out was Calipto. He looked around, confused since his memories were only limited to what the cell he extracted knew. He then realized that it must have been the failure of his plan A which brought him here. He coughed in embarrassment and in pride as came to sight, adopting his human form for bluffing Jerry.

"Where's Francine?"
Jerry asked, his hands trembling. Calipto didn't answer as the other capsule sprout open and Francine stepped out. She was completely clueless about this place, her last memory being of her jail room. She felt a weird tinge in her muscles, and she felt a tickle in her stomach. As though something had changed. Brenda entered along with her helpful patients just in time. Calipto cackled as he saw them.

"Welcome...I was waiting for this."
Francine eyed him worriedly, and then asked:
"What happened? When did we come here?"
Calipto shrugged, and replied:
"I don't know, and I seriously don't care. Francine - we've just been brought to life."

 

Skye looked at Jerry with angry eyes, and back at John with even angrier look. It was him, the one that had put her through all that pain in the first place. Her hands shook with anger, until her gaze met Francine’s. Her lips trembled. She wanted nothing more then to run into her arms, and hide from the madness. She looked back at John.

“You!” she bellowed, “You’re the one responsible for my limbs!” Her hands shook with fury as she took a few steps forward. She quickly stopped, her heart beating quickly as she backed up again. The memories of the pain from her arms still fresh in her mind. The painful throbs, the fever and the infection. She quickly ran to Gregor, her hands wrapping around his. She looked back at John, feeling somewhat safer now.

“I still got them back!” she mocked, wiggling the two reborn limbs, “I still got them back you piece of shxt!”

 

She walked slowly in a diagonal line untill she was beside Skye, and bent down, whispering softly.
"Do you have that petrol?" Even if John had heard, there was little chance he would know what "petrol" was, being a Brittish term, and him having only studied America. She only hoped Skye understood, or her code was useless.

 

John was too much entangled in pride and conceit to have heard Vira. He walked forward, hoping to take a better revenge from Skye for her rude behavior. However, Francine stopped in front of him, and shouted:
"Leave her alone you irritating monster!"
She gave him a jerk, not estimating her strength as Calipto flew behind, and the walls literally shook as he hit the capsule. There was a crack in the capsule as he slid down, and perhaps a crack in his back. Francine's jaw dropped down, as well as the others. Despite the throbbing pain in his back, Calipto got up, a grin on his face.
"You see Francine - I meant no harm. Only success."

"I had been dreaming for this landmark for decades. Not few years, but decades. When the situation became hard for me, and my female fuel plans did not help much, I decided to find a solution. I searched several species and planets for solution, and was hopeless until I lay my eyes on the human race. Spectacular. A chromosomal number of 46, all in pairs. A double helix DNA structure. The most fascinating were the adenine and guanine purines in the DNA nitrogenous bases. Just what could interact with a frontik DNA. And that's a little bit of it. I decided I could turn all humans into frontiks, and yay, we had female frontiks. But there were flaws."

He paused, looking over to Belleth excessively.
"The humans would've died out someday, and then what? Plus, it was...not enough. Expensive technique and not very suitable. Not very...special. I wanted more. A permanent binding of my position in the government. I then made an accident in the laboratory. I mixed a Turner Syndrome patient's DNA with the frontik DNA. I had no idea why I got that sample. But what I created, was a blessing. A smart-cell. I'd say - very smart cell. It could reproduce at an immense rate; it could change the temperature of the surroundings and itself very efficiently; it could transport nervous impulses in and out of the body without collapsing; it had stronger and quicker muscular contractions; the telomeres of our chromosomes were almost never worn out, thus stopping aging; The thought process had mass more than of a normal human, thus according to E=mc junk, the cell could move or do anything. It was perfect. But one problem - the mental deterioration did not finish. The mind could not do much as such, despite the ability to. I was confused. Until I met Francine."

Francine gulped as the attention went back on her.
"She had an interesting case. You see, my dear - you were a magnificent example of luck. You have Turner's syndrome, but it's so mild, that you cannot even judge it. Of course, if I wasn't in the scene many years later you would've been told you were suffering from this thing. But I was happier than ever before. I had myself a perfect IQ person here. And do you know why you had this normal IQ with 45-chromosomes? Your schizophrenia. You attained it right around your puberty, so before the symptoms could really kick in, your medications caused special reactions which suppressed the syndrome. That's why you were so special. That's why I never got my eyes off you. The day I read about your counselor's reports on your delayed menstrual cycle, I felt this weird impulse to search you. And TADA! You're a superhuman. I gave you immuno-suppressors and large doses of your medications, with a little normal frontik cells. They together are water-soluble. When your body accepted the cells, and they died, I injected you with the DNA. Unfortunately - Belleth had to 'save' you from 'enlightenment'. But I had a back-up plan. Your brother."

Jerry felt a terrible guilt accumulate in him.
"Jerry?"
"I only wanted to help you! I didn't know he was a psycho alien!"
Calipto cackled, adding:
"I had my DNA and Francine's DNA given to him, along with the frontik DNA he was supposed to insert in Francine's. He was dumb enough to believe me...and now, I shall conquer the world with her. Where I must add though, that I had happily made Francine fertile. Clones and kids - both ways. Now, she is indestructible."
He then raised his hand, and Francine felt a pain shot into her cerebellum.
"And since I control her cells, since the frontik DNA is my own, I am indestructible!!!"
Francine winced, and dropped on her knees. She struggled for a few, but soon stopped. Her eyes were blank.
"I am at your service, master."

 

I'll kill him. I'll kill him. She searched the room silently with wide brown eyes, and then looked to Belleth, hoping for a smug grin. She didn't get one - his expression was blank. What about that weapon? You said you had a weapon. That after you used it we could take Calipto down. She thought hard, hoping that by some impossible chance, he would hear and remember.

 

Chaos looks at the eyes of Francine. He pulls out the two handguns that Brenda gave him earlier and points them at Calipto. "Release her right now, or die." says Chaos.

 

Calipto crowed and said out vainly:
"Do you think sixteen bullets will do me any harm? Come on Belleth, you taught the young lad nothing?"
He then continued eerily:
"However you try, you cannot hurt me! She will not let me get hurt."
Francine raised her hand and the guns blasted in Chaos's hands. However, Chaos did not get a single scratch.
"Come on! This is childish."
He laughed, and then pointed to Belleth.
"Let the ceremony begin, Francine."
Francine raised her hands towards Belleth.
"Do to him what I did to his wife."
He said with an evil grin.

 

Chaos drops the guns and says "Francine, I'm sorry." "Lets see what these new muscles are capable of." thinks Chaos. He runs towards Francine, reaching her to quickly for her to react. He delivers and swift punch to her stomach. Francine falls the the ground. Chaos looks at his hand and thinks "This speed is incredible."

"Bullets might not be able to hurt you, but I bet if I pound on you enough, I'll eventually create a big enough wound. Then Belleth can finish you off, again." says Chaos as he looks at Calipto.

 

Francine got up and headed towards Belleth - she stood in front of him quickly.
"Doctor Francine, I think you are about the strongest woman I've ever met - don't give up now." Francine reached out her hands to toss her aside, but she took Francine's hands gently. "Please, Doctor, please. You remember that poem? Hm? I didn't mean I suspected one person by it - I meant three. The first was John - the second was Gregor." She was stalling, and she knew it, but she didn't think she'd get another chance to tell Francine this, and she'd always wanted her to know, esspecially after the two were revealed.

 

Calipto raised an eyebrow and said calmly:
"Come on, not like I can't handle a petty excuse for a human pup. I must warn you, that though the capsule is suppsoed to age any cell or organism for a set age, I repaired the worn off telomeres of the choromosones to reduce the age. So when the computer aged me and Francine - we are younger and stronger by design."
Francine, growled and picked Vira up, throwing her away. Jerry slid and grabbed her, saving her from getting hurt. She then grabbed Gregor's shoulders.
"I will do as you wish, master."

 

She looked back at Jerry, feeling mixed emotions for the boy. He was only trying to help, after all, but he had gone about it foolishly.
"Thank you." She muttered. "Doctor, you may throw me many times but you will not kill Gregor." She said, summoning Vira's fire without giving over control to her.

 

Mortimer stood, watching the battle with glee. This was fun, this was glorious fun. That Jerry kid was pissing him off though. Running up to where he and Vira stood, he grabbed Jerry by the neck and threw him on the ground. Then he proceeded to swiftly deliver numerous kicks to Jerry's face.

 

"Mortimer, Belleth keep ahold of Francine." says Chaos. Chaos charges at Calipto. Calipto takes a swing at him, but Chaos dodges it and get behind Calipto. Calipto quickly turns and takes another swing at Chaos. Chaos dodges it again and lands a kick to Calipto's jaw, knocking him down onto the floor.

"Whats the matter. Am I a little quicker than you expected?" says Chaos.

 

Calipto growned, but before he could take another action Chaos hit his back.
"Belleth..."
He started and he got hit in his face. He immediately let go of his human form and fell on Chaos, engulfing him.
"Im' hungry..."
He mocked, eating his flesh.

 

Jerry whimpered, and for a second Francine turned around. A flicker of worry struck her, and she reached for her brother, but Calipto immediately screamed:
"You listen to me, you filthy human!"
Francine felt anger in her heart, and she shoved Mortimer away by telekinesis.
"I will do both, Master."
She said with a tint of sarcasm, and then turned back to Gregor, who was smiling, knowing he was not going to get hurt.

 

Skye ran at the alien form her eyes wide as she quickly pulled the gasoline take from her new satchel. She thrust the nozzle open, and began pouring the liquid onto Calipto.

“Get off him you ugly monkey!” she bellowed. She watched as the creature jumped back, she quickly pounced forward, tossing the cannister to Glenny, she gave him a nod and stood at Neil’s side as he painfully got up.

 

Glenny knew the hasty dispute taking place was out of his control. He dared not question anything this time, and caught the cannister that Skye through at him, nodding.

He knew what he had to do with that, so he quickly turned it on its side and and poured the rest of it onto John - Calipto.

 

*************

 

Calipto turned back into human, covered in gasoline.
"Hurry Francine!"
Francine nodded, and reached for Belleth. Jerry got up, recovering from the beating. He jumped on Francine, and poked her eye in.
"Remember the promise that eye for an eye, like in the Testament? Remember?"
"Get your claws off me, you newt!"
"I'm your brother!!!"
He dug into Francine's shoulder, which hardly hurt her.
"GET OFF!"

Calipto ducked Skye. He felt fear fill him.
"Get away from me, you...you..."
In his heart, he continued the rhyme. Get away from me Amelia. Get away. He mind was shoved with the memories of his first murder as a child. When his father first took him to a human's house. Skye was in the bathtub with her grandmother. Her mother was just visiting. And her visit ended with his first murder. He still remembered Skye's dark, hopeless face when she called to her mother. It was something he never wanted to think about.
"Friconsa? Ma joiga?"
Everic's voice woke him up from his nightmare. He smiled as she hugged him, screaming:
"Tracossa fi mau!"

 

She had tied her necklace to a torn piece of her shirt - the necklace gave weight. She reached into her pocket for the lighter, lit the fabric, and was about to throw the flaming object with perfect aim onto Calipto. She was about to dive, to cover Skye so the explosion wouldn't hurt her. But then she stopped. She dropped her makeshift bomb onto the ground, and without looking at it, stopped it out in one cover of her hiking boot. His daughter was there, latched onto him, and she'd be blow up as well. For all she knew, the little girl was evil too, just like her father, but she couldn't do it. Not before the child had a chance.
"He could've left us alone, and none. of. this. would. be. happening." She spoke gently, though she separated her last words out of frustration. "Please, move out of the way, Everic. Please - I am desparate, and no matter if you do or not, what's done will be done. Your only choice is live or die."

 

Skye ran after Everic, grabbing her in her arms almost instantly. She ran as far as she could until the little girl began to screech. Skye let out her own scream, the high-pitched yell hurting her ears. She fell down just as the little girl began to claw at her skin with her nails.

“I’ve got to protect you.” Skye choked as she fell over Everic, she wrapped her arms around the little girl, preparing for what was about to happen.

 

Everic screeched and clawed at Skye, crying as well.
"FRICONSA!!!"
While Calipto would've spent his last moments kissing his only daughter, he was most worried about his own skin. He whimpered and screamed to Francine, who was being distracted by her brother.
"Francine, do as I say!!!"
Francine erected, and spun towards Belleth who was briefly thrown into doubt. But he regained the smile soon.

 

She was disgusted. Repulsed. Infuriated. And, she was quick to light her tool once again and throw it precisely onto Calipto. The explosion was huge, morbid, and bright, and in her head, she jumped up and laughed.

 

Mortimer's eyes lit up from the orange licking flames. A huge, bright smile cracked into his features.
"This is it! To be born again amongst the flames, to become the Messiah!"
Mortimer giggled and ran head-on to the fire, leaping upon it.
"Later mother f***ers! You're all going to die!"
The fire consumed Mortimer, still with the maniacal grin on his face. He gleefully watched as his skin melted and felt the cleansing flames char away his body. He fell backwards, his arms outstretched, dead.