It was the size of a small room, and inside there was an animatronic Santa Clause and Mrs. I wondered into the "Holiday Exhibition" where there were displays of different holidays. No one noticed my unusual look and I escaped the corporate guards. I exited into a mall and ran into a Rainbow Brite cosplay. I went from shower to shower, trying to get off. Our hair was streaked with neon rainbows, our eyes glowed and our heart rate was too fast. We ran into the showers, but it was too late. We managed to get away and escape into a spa. It rained down on us, we tried to cover our heads, but the pesticide leaked through the truck and poured down on us. The other twins gave the order to have us sprayed with pesticides. We were getting away in our truck over flooded wetlands when the other set of twins released the guards. My group, including my twin, had just bombed the research facility of one of the corporations. I was the pair that had been deemed "eco-terroists" by the corporate owned media. One pair became the might behind the corporation, the other, fighting against its use of deadly pesticides. They were split into pairs and raised as sisters. His eyes darted around the room and he gave us one last smile before the blue liquid began to trickle from his ears.Ĭorporations were in control. We fired.Īs we approached the body, instead of flesh and blood, his torn shirt revealed fur and gears. Instead, he chugged his mysterious concoction and reached for something underneath his jacket. We raised our guns, calling out to have him put his hands on his head.
It was a bluish green milky substance that had shades of grey. He had the same unusual looking liquid in a vile. The dogs mouth was crooked, its yellow eyes began to water. There were moving parts inside, like a clock, running smooth and silent. It was then that I noticed a glint of metal below the dogs chest. The dog's one left paw was in a glass of unusual looking liquid. Its fur glimmered under the track lighting, his whiskers twitching. We found a large white dog with bent legs dragging its tail. Heads were too narrow, necks seemed broken, bodies too large and skinny, ribs cages showed through sleek fur. As we continued to explore, the animals grew larger and more distorted. The animals faces grimaced in confused pain. Giraffes, hyenas, wolves, tigers, horses, peacocks, pandas.the hallway lead to other hallways which lead to more rooms. Their necks and paws were at times bent in the wrong direction. They were moving as if they had been slowed down by an editing software. Instead of standing still with glass eyes, the animals eyes were alive. The animals though.there was something horribly wrong with the animals. The dioramas were enclosed with wall to ceiling glass windows. In each room there appeared to be a large dioramas of habitats filled with taxidermy animals. As we headed down the first large hallway, we had no idea what we were in for. It was like a museum from the 19th century, hard wood floors and red curtains and salon style hangings. Garret and I stepped into what appeared to be a entryway and behind the glass doors was a beautifully decorated entrance room. We drew our guns and approached with caution. As we approached the building, the door flew open and a strange light began to pour out. He was running towards an old abandoned building on the university's campus.
It didn't take too long to follow the rat. He reached out of his suite for a remote control and a secret door emerged from the wall and he was gone. The chief looked at the record, the neon green highlighted number, and he panicked. I pulled the phone call records from the previous night, and circled one call in particular.
DCI Garret gave me the look and I knew what I had to do. It was me, my partner DCI Garret, and our chief.
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