Preceeding Daybreak: Parables IV: The Parable Collection, #4

By Christopher Besonen

Welcome, this is Preceeding Daybreak! Fifteen more stories of certain uncertainty. The fourth book in The Parable Collection.

 

People turn to transformation in order to preserve rare specimens, an anniversary becomes about collection, a hook handed boy's other journey, a hypocrite is taught a harsh lesson, a mother frantically searches for her missing children, two pups on a new adventure, a look at some journal entries and family dysfunction, an obscure preacher comes to town, a creepy guy and his fascination, a man enters worlds within pages, a theoretical look at the origin of bats, a man's habits leads to romance, an exclusive peek behind the scenes at a top secret organization, musical insects drive madness, a dispute over inheritance results in unrest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Besonen Horror
• Release date: Nov 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201750053

Christopher Besonen

Horror with a purpose.

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Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, businesses, places, events or incidents are written in a fictitious manner, or an output of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

All text contained within this book, rather digital or physical, is protected by copyright law. ©2021-2022. All rights reserved unto Christopher Daniel Besonen, the author, courtesy of the Besonen Horror trademark. No unlicensed reproductions of this book may be used, without written consent by Mr. Besonen.

Pro Campaign

Provector Evans should be in the history books, the man with the toucan nose spoke, his eyes staring directly into the lens of the camera.

Even so, I mean, at what cost are these, these transformations coming?

The talk show host inquired, looking at the man with astonishment, as the man crossed his flamingo legs appearing to be growing with agitation.

At the price of extinction of God’s original creations!

Okay. So for those in the audience, many of whom may not have heard of a Miscreation, explain what exactly it is you are saving from extinction.

Within the simplest context?

Please.

The experiments of God.

Alright, ok. Keep going.

They’re basically mashed up creations of things you go to a Zoo to see, kind of like myself.

The audience laughed, but the guest was being sincere. Ever since the word got out about Provector and his peculiar collection of pets, there were two groups that rallied to find the living myths. The first group were the poachers, the second were the preservers. The bird man sitting on national television telling his side of things was of the latter group.

This is bizarre, but I thank you for coming on today to explain why so many people are joining your cause, as well as your, uh, transitions. How did you gain the attributes that you now have?

By splicing my DNA. Careful injections were fed into the splices, over time you start evolving, if you will? Eventually, you become this.

The man stood on his pink, stick like legs, crossing one over to the other like his flamingo brothers.

It is remarkable, the show’s host claimed, spectating in awe.

It is the work of God.

After the break, we have another work of God here who doesn’t quite agree with our first guest. Stay tuned, we’ll see you in five!

The red light that signaled the show was live turned off. When it turned back on, the man stood up in protest.

Might be a bad idea bringing out the opposition, the bird featured man warned.

Don’t come to my set and make threats, we sat and heard your point of view. Try to be respectful.

The man sat back down with attitude causing the chair to slide back. Embarrassed, he then slid the chair away from the other, trying to act as if the slide was deliberate.

Without further ado, here’s another who has participated in The Pro Campaign, come on out!

A woman walked out. Her eyes were on the top of her head via two stems. Her hands now claws of a lobster.

If you’re just joining us today, what we have here are two who have participated in what has been dubbed, ‘Pro Campaign.’ If you’re wondering what that is, keep watching, the host clarified, then let the clawed woman speak.

You call this God’s work, but I am dying of heart failure due to the injections. If you wasn’t so skinny, I’d show this audience how we get down where I come from, she scolded, raising her claws in intimidation.

You’re saving a species that is in immediate danger of extinction and you dare to care about the consequences? What you should be doing, is injecting your children, the beaked man yelled rising up from his seat.

Don’t you be bringing my children into this or I’m going to come over there and snap some twigs!

Let’s not resort to lawsuits, the show host made note of to the laughs of the audience.

If I could undo this, I would.

The man with the beak stormed off stage, the channel bleeping out his words as he exited to backstage.

Well, now see, what gets me is he says you shouldn’t care about the consequences, but he seems to think that the means justifies the end. It’s outrageous.

Thank you. It is outrageous and there may be serious results by going through with the processes.

How did you get involved?

Well, once upon a time, I knew Provector.

Oh, okay. So you personally knew the man behind the idea? Why don’t you tell us about him?

First off, may he rest in peace. He may have done some unethical things but overall he was a kind, caring man. He just... had an obsession with DNA manipulation. There’s a cult following for him now that his secrets are exposed.

So, you admit there is a cult dedicated to Evans?

I don’t know what else to call them.

And you left because of medical reasons?

Yes. There’s no going back for me, but maybe I can reach others within the cult to really consider all the outcomes before they transform themselves.

That’s all the time we have for this episode. I’d like to express gratitude towards both of today’s guests for being here. See you next time, same place.

The audience clapped and the shower was over. Security had the guests leave out separate doors to avoid physical conflict.

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Yes or no?

Yes, the man replied, signaling for the first injection to occur.

What the man wasn’t told was that his dose was doubled, a subtle experiment from the administrator. As the zebra DNA entered his bloodstream, he screamed until his voice gave out.

The first thing to happen was the curvature of the man’s spine, not to the side but upwards, making him a hunchback. Then his face grew out, creating a horse like nose. As the black stripes began appearing, he fell to the floor unable to speak, disabled from standing up. When the blood began to pour, the admin knew the double dosage was lethal. The man would be dead within a few hours. Yet another failure in the experiments for anti-extinction.

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Everyone expresses themselves differently. I’ve always felt beyond human, or below, depending on how you look at the animal kingdom.

You understand that there is no going back once we have started, correct?

I don’t want to ever come back

Let us begin, the administrator smiled, using a single dose this time as to not repeat the previous mistake.

To preserve the Miscreations, once must become a Miscreation, the person in the chair repeated several times to himself with nerves of excitement.

A little prick and you’re on your way, the admin told him, filling up a syringe full of blood from the man’s dog that had passed away.

The first shot was administered which split the DNA strands, then came the second which stuck to the broken molecules, beginning the man’s merging with his pet.

The man coughed a bark, but otherwise showed no signs of anything negative.

Seems to have taken properly, the administrator noted cheerfully.

Back in a week?

Precisely.

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It is not of God, one of the protestors shouted holding up a sign of a syringe crossed out with a X.

An abomination, another hollered.

We are simply preserving life that would otherwise cease to exist, a woman holding a megaphone responded, her nose elongated like a crocodile and her legs formed together as she waited for her tail to form.

Stop the lies!

Death to the Miscreations!

You stand against us rather than the poachers who are hunting the most unique creatures ever created?!

The atmosphere was absolute chaos.