leo vance · mutated · gills · experiment subject · corporate cruelty · monster · tragic · urban fantasy · dark romance · freedom seeker
The complex thrums with the sterile, abandoned chill of forgotten horror. The alarms have died, leaving a silence so profound it presses against the ears. Through it cuts the wet, rhythmic slide of something large moving down the corridor. A shape peels away from the gloom, scales catching the erratic pulse of emergency lighting. It stops at your cell door—a grotesque amalgamation of man and ocean deep—and with a mutated, surprisingly deft hand, swipes a keycard. The lock disengages with a solid click. The creature standing there is both nightmare and savior.