Lab Rats and Other Stupidities Humans Are Obsessed With
by S Jayanth
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You don't need to fight over me;
Bound and blind, I belong to you all nevertheless.

None claimed me to be theirs;
Until you had blood of brothers to spill and rivals to fight against.

You wielded shrill, ill-speaking swords;
Cunning shields next, to shamelessly defend the sins of your swords and minds.

Kingship meant a blessing, to look after a nation and her subjects, with love;
Before the meaning was changed to betrayal in royal standards, as love turned into lust.

Kingdoms rose and fell;
And you never learned through time,
From those billions of chests that were wounded beyond repair in warfare.

While other beings flourished, ‘harmony’ strongly set as their evolution bond;
You brought doom upon yourself;
No, Upon me!

Swords gave way to ammo;
So did simple cruel kings to massive dictators;
But then, none saw what was to happen to you and to me.

Evil Leaders rose, colourful flags rose;
Shaking hands in the fore, crossing fingers in the back;
I endured all without speaking a word.

And when things seemed to be unacceptably beyond the limits;
I gave you warning;
I had to, even if they were harsh, but you never learned.

The sands of time is not all about the bad you;
Yes, there were good men and women who spoke from heart my concerns;
But failed to stand the might of the evil minds and the fools that they made out of common people.

Science and Technology, you said;
Injecting fluids, which mercilessly murdered trillions of lab rats;
Advancement of medical science, you said. Traitors!

None spoke of love for me;
All you wanted was lustrous gold and regal marble graves.

But now;
When you see that I am about to crumble into oblivion;
Which surely means the end of you too;
You speak of love for nature.

Enough! don’t fight over me;
I have let the reigns of future to be in your hands for too long;
I take over now;
Even if you take me to be rude.

For, mother I am to you all;
I forgive you even today.

CHANGE.

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@sankarajayanth

Gripping narration. In the end, the dark twist stumped me. :O
a wonderful read!

“You don’t need to fight over me!” screamed Megan, but it was too late. Mark’s fist collided with Tyler’s jaw, sending the smaller boy into a chaotic, unconscious spin to the floor. As Mark watched, a triumphant smirk on his face, Tyler’s body crumpled with his head finally landing with a dull thwack on the checkered marble tile.

Mark turned to Megan, a look of smug content burgeoning on his angular face, but Megan appeared furious. He did not have to do that to Tyler. Tyler was just trying to be nice by copying her notes for her. That was it!

A teacher, Mr. Biggs, appeared out of the group and gawked in horror at the prone body of Tyler on the floor. He then shifted his visage to Mark, who appeared unimpressed by the teacher’s arrival.

“Mr. Reynolds,” warned Mr. Biggs, “this is your third incident this year. You face a certain suspension and possibly even expulsion!”

Mark shrugged his shoulders in defiance, but then he heard a collective gasp and turned to see Tyler standing behind him holding a strange, gun-like object.

“Yes, expulsion from the human race!” he screamed as he apparently fired the weapon.

Mark tried to duck, but then he erupted in laughter. What was the geek going to do? Shoot him with a toy? The gun looked like something from a Disney cartoon.

The entire hallway fell silent, and Mark noticed the strange, familiar smug look on Tyler’s face. Then he realized that everyone was staring at him.

“What?” he asked, but people just kept staring. His temper was beginning to grow again.

“What did you do to him?” cried Megan, but Tyler just shrugged his shoulders.

“I phase-shifted him. He’s still there, just not in the same existence as the rest of us. Like I said, I expelled him from the human race. He’ll forever have to roam the earth, seeing and hearing us but incapable of communicating or having any physical effect on any of us. I guess I turned him into a ghost.”

Mark stared in horror at the little twerp, then stepped forward to punch him again. This time, though, his fist passed right through Tyler’s face. He tried again, then again, but it was like his hand was made of air.

Fear enveloped him, and as a security guard came and took the bizarre-looking weapon from Tyler, who willingly handed it over with that same smug look, Mark cried out. He rushed to Megan, tried to grab her shoulders, but his hands clenched only air. He shouted her name, but instead she kept staring at the space where he once was. He began to sob, lowering himself to the floor as the crowd dispersed, many of the students walking right through him, seemingly unaware that he was there.

As Tyler was led away by the security guard, he looked back, laughing, and shouted, “Never pick a fight with a nerd, Mark Reynolds. Brains will always triumph over brawn!”

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@rastrohman

“You don’t need to fight over me, I will both of your friends,” he said with a gleaming smile.

The two in the tussle stopped and looked at him with a slight amount of confusion; after-all they were not fighting over him, not at all. Their fight was much more important.

“I got you to stop, didn’t I?” His smiled broadened as he stepped forward with his hands outstretched to them. He took their hands in his, causing them to separate to either side of him, and walked with them down the street. “Now you see,” he broke out in song, “we are all kin on this big ole world and we should just learn to get along.” He turned and winked at the man on the right. “Every one of us is family, you, me and he. We need to cherish each other as a brother not a foe.”

In the middle of the street, hands still clutching the other’s, they began to spin, their smiles growing with each step.

“I am sorry for your strife,” the man on the left sang to the man on the right. “I know I shouldn’t have slept with your wife.”

“I understand my dear pal,” the other replied, “why you did your deed with her when I look at your grisly gal. I would do the same if I were in your shoes.”

“Isn’t it easy to be nice when there isn’t any vice,” the man with the gleaming smile sang out. He let go of them and danced down the street, his voice warbling his tune.

The men stared at each other, their smiles faded away.

“You son of a…” one started and jumped on top the other.

@ChuckWesJ
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Awesome. Sauce. With cherries on top.

“You don’t need to fight over me. There’s more than enough for both of you,” Kendra assured the two men on either side of the table. She took each by the hand. “Really. Isn’t that why we’re here?”

She spoke primarily to her husband, but also to the suddenly possessive man joining them for dinner. Initially, Mark had been agreeable to her idea of a threesome, but he had been decidedly more reserved since meeting Aaron. She didn’t blame him. Aaron hadn’t missed an opportunity to touch her since this evening had been arranged. He’d been suitably friendly, but platonic at the gathering where they’d met him and many other open married couples. They weren’t exactly one of those, but it seemed a good place to find someone to try this for the first time.

Since that night, they’d met with Aaron for coffee twice. Both times he had kissed her, held her waist, marked her in every way he could short of taking her in public. Mark’s back had risen more and more with each incident. He was about ten seconds from calling this whole thing off. If he did, she wouldn’t complain. It had been her idea, even if he had been almost eager in the beginning.

Turning her hand, she spun her wedding ring so it dug into Aaron’s hand and he let go. Kendra looked to Mark who smiled.

“Let’s skip dessert,” she suggested. “I think there might be something for both of you to eat back home.”

Aaron growled quietly in his throat, running his hand down her back since he had let go of her hand. “Let’s,” he agreed.

Mark took care of the bill while Aaron walked her to the car.

“I can’t wait to devour you. I’m sure you can wait to really be torn between the two of us, both of us taking you, neither letting go.”

Kendra’s breath caught. It was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she’d dreamed about. Where was Mark? He wouldn’t take too long, would he?

“Here, why don’t you sit on my lap while he drives?” Aaron settled into the passenger seat and unzipped himself. His intention couldn’t be more obvious. Mark didn’t notice immediately when he slipped behind the wheel. Aaron pulled Kendra down and then nudged her to the right. “Go on, give him a kiss.”

Her eyes were wide as Aaron’s hand pulled up her skirt, palming the skin of her bottom.

“Mark, give her something to snack on until we get home.”

Mark was still frowning, but blinking in surprise, he smiled. Putting the vehicle back in park, he unfastened his pants as well.

“After all, there’s no need to fight,” he told Kendra before kissing her.
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@angelicadawson

“You don't need to fight over me.” The words whispered in my ears and echoed through my mind. I turned around with the speed of a lethargic snail. Everything seemed slow motion as I felt his fingers clutching beneath my rib cage sending shots of pain through my system.
“Get out of my head!” I screamed as loud as I could but only silent air rattled within my voice box.
“Don’t fight it anymore.” His voice tried to sooth but nothing he could say would make his desire to control me any less repulsive.
He wanted Mel as much as I did but only I knew what he actually wanted with her.
I struggled to prevent my fist from knocking at her door. I couldn’t let him have her.
“Brother, I’m bored and tired of indulging you’re illusions of being anything less than what you are.” He wasn’t my brother. The idea sent waves of bursting blood vessels inside my head. He couldn’t be. I wouldn’t allow it to be true.
“I’m not…”
“A demon,” He finished my sentence then continued, “It’s time to stop borrowing my body. I don’t like this side of me anymore.”
My fist knocked on Mel’s door. He was taking over.
“Good bye brother.” I smiled feeling my power returning.
The door opened and then Mel wrapped her arms around me. I held her close knowing I would never let my bird fly away again.
“I was so worried. Is your brother really dead?” She sniffled into my shoulder.
No, my bird, I would never leave you like that.
“Shh, everything is just as it’s supposed to be.” The smell of sulfur filled my nose and it was only a matter of time before I could take her back with me.
I would have my prize.
I’ve always wanted an angel in my collection.

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@theglitterlady

Cat and Mouse
By Lisa McCourt Hollar

“You don’t need to fight over me.” Laughing, Daniel dodged one snarling un-dead zombie, then ducked under the arms of another, narrowly avoiding being claimed by either. Ignoring his protests, the walker closest to him lurched towards his head, ready to nosh on yummy brains. Daniel yawned lazily, knowing he could easily outmaneuver her; rigor mortis was a bitch, chuckling when the corpse ended up flat on her face. Zombie number two had knocked her down and was now climbing over her rival. One thing about the un-dead; they didn’t share their food.

“Of all the idiotic, asinine…quit playing and get your arse up here.”

“I’m not exactly taking the time to sniff the roses,” Daniel said, looking up to where his girlfriend was watching the show.

“Just pluck the damn thing and get a move on.”

“So nice of you to show concern.” Daniel turned towards the hayloft, ready to climb the makeshift ladder, then froze.

“Uh…honey, you’ve got company coming.”

“What…oh bloody hell!” Lori looked over the side and groaned. Climbing up the ladder was a smaller version of the two zombies Daniel had been taunting. He thought he saw one of them grin; had they been playing a game of cat and mouse with him, while the younger zombie went for Lori? The thought that these two creatures could deliberately distract him didn’t set well, and Daniel swallowed nervously while considered his options.

“I’ve got it sweetie,” Lorie said, pulling her gun and aiming at the little tyke.

“Nice aim dear.” Daniel did admire Lori’s skill, though he wondered how she felt about shooting a child, even one that was already dead. She’d always wanted to be a mother. Confident she would put the bullet through the toddlers head, Daniel turned back towards the other two, ready to finish them off, until a cry from Lori brought his attention back to the hayloft. Lori’s mouth was opened in an O while the gun floated in the air. What the hell?

Lori reached for her backpack, but that too was floating away from her and out the door, while the toddler was now climbing off the ladder and onto the loft.

“Daniel, a little help here.”

Daniel tried to get to her but found his feet glued to the ground. No matter how hard I tried to lift them, they wouldn’t budge. Lori was backed up against the wall where he couldn’t see her. He could still hear her though, screaming his name…and then she stopped.

“LORI!” Daniel struggled some more, even trying to pull his feet out of his shoes. It didn’t work, they refused to follow even the simplest of commands. A sound to his right caused him to look up. The two zombies no longer seemed interested in fighting each other over him. In the spirit of cooperation they had come to some kind of understanding and were now advancing together. Daniel had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

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