When it opened its hollow eyes, the first thing it saw was the men in white, looking back at it with expressions of amazement and nervousness. As men start to make strange demonstrations of joy, it try to understand, to comprehend... 'What is happening?'
At the same time, the useless body of its, which it can't wait to make it move, couldn't do anything but tremble in the liquid in which it is buried.
İts skin shrank and expanded, and then it thorned apart. With its newly made mouth, it screamed by using all its strength in its small body. Men in white looked at it with shock and fear as the liquid around it started to boil; streams began to escape from all parts of its body. With the endless screams of pain, its small and useless body started to tremble and move. New bones that it had never had until now began to grow through its body. The new bones were surrounded by new skin and formed as primitive limbs that it can use. Men in white couldn't even move to vomit as they watched this sickening, disgusting scene.
With its growing body by the second, it started to hit itself against the glass surface. Witnessing it, a man with glasses began to shout:
-'' Don't keep watching it, you idiots! Froze the tank immediately!''
Toolate.
The tank's glass surface shattered and it fell on the cold ground with a loud noise. As soon as it escaped from the liquid, steam gushed out from its entire body.
İt burns.
The torture under its skin made its screams more painful. By using its newly formed big limbs, it stood up and hopelessly started to scream more and run as if it had lost its sanity, for the feeling under its skin to get out.
İt boils.
The leaking blood from all the openings in its flesh evaporates in no time and burns the men who couldn't avoid it. İts blood boiling. İt is too hot for it to be contain inside.
İt hurts.
İts blood flowing nonstop and endlessly. A strong tail grows through it and makes it scream helplessly once more. The tail surrounds with skin in seconds, and it crushes everything, everyone in its way. İts eyes feel hot. They are glowing with a primitive purity.
İt lives.
The screams of the terrified men were swallowed by its. İn the chaos, the man with glasses ran towards a big machine with colorful tubs. But it was way too late for many things. İts long tail crushed the machine... Then, with a bright riot of colors, the whole place was plunged into light and silence.
İt threw away the rubbles on it and felt the air filling up its bloody lungs. After the bright colors, there were no men. There was no cold ground. There was no half of its body...
The sky began to intensify as if it felt its ill-fated existence. The bright colors, which just came out of the machine, start to fill the air. They merged and collided with each other, creating new colors. The colors it saw for the first time in its just-started life, created a chaotic riot and started to rain on the surface, isolating a large area. İt straightened its half-body and looked at the horizon. There was nothing visible beyond the solidified lights surrounding it on all sides.
İt groaned into nothingness as steam of blood gushed out of it again and the flowing blood obscured its vision. The veins outside its flesh burst and new ones grew; a tear formed in its eye that evaporated before it could escape.
His organs were replaced, and new ones formed. His bones were broken, and new ones grew. His flesh was torn and covered with new skin. His boiling blood flowed from every hole it could find, and his veins were filled with new blood.
İts burns, boils, and hurts. İt lives like it never did.
İt tried to find its balance with its new, large legs. İt got used to controlling its long, strong front arms. İt was now bigger, tougher. İts organs, which were constantly pierced by its hot blood, were now regenerating faster. İts irritated skin was constantly renewing.
The vaporized blood that continued to flow from its sharp-spined back and wide mouth mixed into the air. The strong smell of blood lured the stranger creatures towards it. And then, for the first time, it made a growling sound which was not a scream. For the first time, it felt something other than pain and hot.
İt was hungry...
As the creatures thought of it as prey and got close to it, it roared with a loud voice. İt stretched out all four legs and prepared to jump. Thick blood vapor rose from its mouth, which was opened much wider than it should have been, and then a second, relatively smaller mouth appeared from within the vapor.
İt had no intention of leaving any piece behind.
One bite.
İts teeth are used for the first time. They cut the beast's skin like paper.
Two bites.
The flesh and blood of another living being has entered its body. They are touching and moving in its insides.
Three bites.
One of the beasts pierced its back. The flowing blood burned the fool thing until just the bones remained.
**** BİTES.
İts now knows the taste of flesh. İt took wounds. Now it's bigger. Now it's better.
İt walked aimlessly for a long time. After a period of inactivity, İts organs, which were constantly burning and regenerating, had put it into a trance and made it walk unconscious. İt could only come to its senses when the wall of solidified colors completely filled its vision. Colors rose with shapes and movements it could not understand. The wall of rising revelry separated the two sides.
The strange feeling it gets from the other side of the wall made its blood boil more. When it cautiously stepped to the other side of the colors, its newborn mind could not understand. The other side of the colors was a completely different land. The little white things rain from the sky, covering the ground and mountains. İt was cold. Even the air itself felt somehow stranger.
İt felt its flesh tremble with sudden cold. The stream of blood escaping from its body starts to fade by the second. With confusion, it felt that its blood was flowing more slowly. İts blood was running cold. İt was burning less now.
Not good. That's not comforting.
İt is dying.
Stopping means being dead.
Using all the air and blood in its lungs, it screamed into this foreign, white and cold land. All of its muscles began to tremble violently, its blood began to flow faster than before, to boil more vigorously, so as not to stop forever. Just like a machine that has been breathed life with fire, steam poured out of its every particle.
İts lives more than anything.
İt boils more as it lives.
İt won't die as it boils.
The heat that overflowed from his body destroyed the white sheet around him. Steam gushed out of his mouth like a train.
İt won't ever stop.
IT'S NOT GOİNG TO DİE EVER.