Bubba stirs, but doesn't wake, Art prompt writing contest # 1

spaingaroo (53)in #writing • 7 years ago

Subject 9i773 grunted

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Subject 9i773 grunted loudly!

So loudly in fact that even Bubba shifted a little in his slumber.

"I hope that doesn't wake him" thought Sammy

"that fuckin' arsehole makes me as nervous as hell asleep, let alone the rare moments when he is awake."

He looked again at the mountain of flesh that was Bubba, Bad Boy Bubba, he liked us to call him.
Bubba thought it amusing,
but it wasn't really very funny at all.

he was one bad motherfucker.

And although that double barrelled shotgun would look huge lying across anyone else's lap, it looked like a pop gun resting on Bubba's overflowing belly.

He decided that Bubba was truly asleep, not surprisingly.
He rarely had to deal with Bubba awake, but had also seen how instant phase change was the man's secret weapon.
He could be stacking zeds, loudly, as he usually is, and within the blink of a mutant's membrane laden eye be standing pointing that lethal weapon at the source of any trouble.

Not that the mutants here cared one way or the other.

They had all had the majority of their frontal lobes removed and ground up, and fed back to them in their gruel.

None of them seemed to appreciate the irony of tax-dollars going to such things.

well, tax-dollars, it's a way of saying it.

Actually debt that Sammy's friend's kids and grandkids would have to pay.

But that's a whole 'nother story'.

At length Sammy decided to investigate the cause of the disturbance.

It wasn't often that any noise, apart from Bubba's farts, disturbed the funereal atmosphere in this underground hell

all the lobotomised beasts were incapable of speech, and Bubba was pretty much the same thing, and even uglier than the normal beast.

Subject 9i773 was over on the far side of the extremely well lit space.
If it wasn't for the creatures contained within, it would be much like an average high rise office space.

Well, apart from blank walls on every side and the fact that every object in the room was fixed down.

including the people, and the mutants too.

Sammy had more freedom than anyone or anything here that he could knew of directly, but that was an illusion too.
The innocent looking bracelet that was wrapped around his ankle, making him look like a hard-arsed flower girl somehow, would take his foot clean off if he tried to breach an area of the compound that he wasn't authorised to enter.

An effective way to keep people on their toes, as even Sammy wasn't too clear on where exactly he could roam.

In the end he stayed pretty much in his dorm, hall 5b7 and this hell hole lab 8y7, in which he passed the majority of his sad existence.

He knew he could access an outdoor area too, courtyard 3k2 but there always seemed to be some strange looking guys there.

Sammy knew that this place had over two hundred residents, and five hundred staff, and probably there wasn't one of either group who wasn't a homicidal maniac.

Trusting anybody new, just wasn't worth the risk!

He had heard that getting some sun on your skin helped with mood and health, but who the fuck cared about that here!

He had to do his time, two more lunar cycles, and he could cash in and move on again.

maybe go back to doing some bouncer work on the south coast of the old country.

anything else but dealing with this relentless monstrosity.

but the pay was good, he had to admit, and all in black.
Like everything else about this job.
The only real perk.
gave him complete immunity against the hated hacienda
they had nothing on him.
Any time they had mixed it up with him, since he had gotten the clearance card level 5t, he just had to approach the scanner, and they were shut down instantly.

sometimes he could see their mouths still working away, but nothing was coming out.
priceless

of course, it was best to keep a low profile and avoid the attentions of any civil authorities, because everything is recorded on the blockchain, and he wanted to be able to keep this good thing going for as long as he needed to.

He had had it up to his forehead right now,
and would willingly go far away and forget about this hell hole's very existence!

But within a few months the money would start looking scarce again,
and with his appetites a bouncers wage just isn't going to cut it for long.

so back to the h0le he would come.

In the end it was a kind of strange cruel second home.
His first home had been more normal but far crueller still!
So worth remembering!

One finds very disturbing things when shining a light on the insides of a man like Sammy, or indeed any of us really.

Tough man on the door if you want to dance in Bora Bora with sandshoes on, but you get him alone later with a fifth of bourbon and you are up against something different.

However it pays not to forget that clearance 5t when trying to sum up the character than is our Samuel.

They don't give those out with a box of cereal...

Our man walked around the perimeter of the room, to get to 9i773's position.
He glanced back at Bubba's slobbering form from time to time, as he knew that the movement could cause some excitement and he didn't want to find himself staring down the radius of action of that shotgun.

as he got closer though he could see that 9i773 was ferociously slapping paint on the big sheets of paper they had been given.

several of the creatures were doing the same in silence, while others languished with out touching their pots of paint at all.

nothing surprising really, all the beasts seemed to like colour!

he looked at the sheet on the table in front of 9i773

Sammy was shocked into silence, suddenly reminded of seeing a book when he was a boy, called "why cats paint?"

out of the haze of colour that is the mutant's creative output, 9i773 had produced an unmistakable representation.

there was no doubting the figures, two of them. They were really there.

Sammy knew that suddenly everything had changed and all bets were off.

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