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A scientist makes a fatal mistake and grows as she becomes enraged.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Dr. Elizabeth Russell’s lab coat weighed heavily on her shoulders but not nearly as heavily as the foreboding silence within the chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she showed new interns around the part of\nthe lab she was in now, they always, without fail, asked if the lab used to be\na bank.  The chamber was sealed with what\nlooked like a vault door but she assured them that it had never been a\nbank.  No, it was custom created and far\nbeyond a financial institution’s specifications.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stood in dim lighting in the inner ring,\nfacing the chamber at the center of the lab. Two large mechanical arms hung\nfrom the ceiling over a small metal ring in the middle of the open room.  Bulky black boxes, each one a high powered\nlaser, surrounded the metal ring. \nCameras lined the ceiling of the room. \nAll were focused at the center.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A wide table lay before her, just inside the\nchamber.  A light brown cylinder sat on\nthe table and she watched it warily. \nShe’d helped develop the material the cylinder was made out of as well\nas the lone crystal contained inside. \nThe cylinder took two weeks to develop and the company was already\nshopping it around to the government. \nMostly the military but she didn’t care about that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The crystal was the important piece.  It took twenty years, two months and 13 days\nto make.  Over eighteen of those years\nwere on the theoretical side, sixteen of them before she joined.  She’d taken the existing research, spent two\nmonths on it and saw what they’d done wrong. \nThe time and resources needed to actually create the crystal almost\nbankrupted the company but, if all the calculations were correct, they’d make it\nall back and so much more.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her company had funded the Artemis-P13\nspacecraft after finding a unique energy signal from an asteroid while sifting\nthrough petabytes of public data.  They’d\nalmost lost the spacecraft twice – once on landing and once during recovery and\nthe CEO had had his first major heart attack during the mission.  But it was worth it.  Would be worth it.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She slid her arms into the control sleeves and\nthe articulated arms awoke.  Elizabeth\nran through the checklist for the controls before bringing them over to the\ntable.  With expert control, she held the\ncylinder with one arm and activated the rotation with the other to unscrew the\nlid.  She placed it carefully beside the\ncontainer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The warm white light within the chamber seemed\nto melt away to a pale green, as if the crystal within the cylinder was eating\naway at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Easy now,” the scientist\nwhispered.  The monitor showed a view\nfrom the fingertips of the arm.  She\nthumbed the dial to lower the sensitivity of the arms and then reached in\nslowly to retrieve it.  She ignored the\nfrantic echoes at the back of her mind, reminding her that she held nearly a\nhundred billion dollars worth of research in her remote hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elizabeth squinted behind her glasses when the\ncrystal came free.  Even when the windows\ndimmed, the vivid green light shined like an emerald star.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She brought the crystal to the center of the\nchamber and lowered it.  As she did, a\npadded clamp rose to meet it.  Elizabeth\nsighed and stepped back, disengaging manual control as the computers finished\nplacing and holding the crystal in place. \nShe drank from a nearby bottle of water with shaking hands and breathed\ndeeply until she felt calm.  Or as calm\nas she could be considering the circumstances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a flip of a switch, the lasers began to\npower on and she thought she could almost feel the amount of energy they were\npulling.  The computer spun the clamp\nholding the crystal, raising and lowering it almost imperceptibly.  Finally, a soft ping announced optimal\nalignment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It all came down to this moment. This one\nsingle moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dr. Russell took a key from the console in\nfront of her.  She inserted it into a\nlock and rotated.  With a silent prayer,\nshe pressed a large red button three feet away from the key.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To the visible eye, nothing happened.  However, immense amounts of data was being\nlogged on their servers as the lasers fired through the crystal.  She eyed the gauges and began to smile.  The readings were phenomenal, beyond even what\nthey’d-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A low thrumming filled the chamber.  She felt the floor vibrate under her feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes went to the monitor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hand shot out towards the red button.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A fissure appeared within the crystal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pressed the button as the fractured\ncrystal refracted all of the six of the surrounding lasers into a pure green\nbeam that pierced her skull just above her left eye.  The crystal shattered with a loud ‘thump’ as\nDr. Russell crumpled to the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elizabeth woke seconds later to static at the\nback of her skull and the repetitive blare of the alarm.  The red emergency lights were active and the\nentire chamber was filled with a sickly yellowish haze.  She pressed her fingers to her forehead, sure\nshe’d find a gaping hole where the beam struck her.  Instead, she felt cold, clammy skin.  She could hear a faint clicking sound and she\nwondered if it was the chamber’s fume hood trying and failing to work.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dr. Russell pulled herself up and fell against\nthe console.  She focused on the screens\nuntil she found the intercom.  Pressing\nthe switch caused the speaker to make an electronic squeal that pierced her\nhead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“H-hello?” she said, massaging her\ntemples.  She tried to remember the\nemergency protocols but the alarms and the static were making it difficult to\nthink straight.  “Can anyone hear\nme?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The air was humid and her throat burned every\ntime she inhaled.  Elizabeth leaned over\nthe console, pressing the intercom again. \nHer glasses slid from her sweaty face, clattering on the computer desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hello?!” she yelled and, for a\nbrief moment, she thought she heard a voice through the squealing.  The young woman slammed her hands down on the\ndesk, shattering her glasses beneath her palm. \n“Dammit!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Alright, Elizabeth, calm down.  You’ve got this.  You’re okay,” she reassured herself,\nstepping back.  Looking around the room,\nshe oriented herself and made her way to the exit.  She grabbed the lanyard on her coat,\nextending it on the retractable cable to press it against the door’s\nsensor.  The panel’s light was out; it\ndidn’t even flash a red light to show a mis-read.  She tried once more and then again and then\nshe snarled, letting the lanyard snap back to her chest.  “Fucking work!  Goddammit!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elizabeth found herself hyperventilating from\nstress.  The alarm drilled into her head\nand she felt the panic rising deep within, mixing with the anger caused by the\nnoise and failure of the system around her. \nA large handle lay within a recess in the wall, covered by a plastic\ncover.  She lifted the cover and slid it\nback into the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sweat dripped from her body, soaking her\nclothes.  The strange yellow mist\nenveloped her, reminding her of another failure of their systems.  She shrugged out of her lab coat and stared\nat the handle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over a decade of lab safety training echoed in\nher mind.  She’d had monthly meetings on\nwhat to do in various circumstances and then weekly meetings as the day\napproached.  With the gas filling the\nroom, the exotic crystal exploded into a million fragments and god knew what\nelse happening in the room, she knew<\/em><\/strong> she should just stay where she\nwas and wait for the retrieval team.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet, the alarms continued to scream in her\nears.  The ocean-like static at the back\nof her mind was turning to a dull roar and the mugginess was nearly drowning\nher.  Every breath burned.  She felt like she couldn’t take a lungful of\nair and the GODDAMN<\/em><\/strong> lights were blinking as if keeping time with the\npounding headache building inside of her. \nShe grabbed the handle with both hands and pulled, screaming when it\nbarely moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck you!” the woman\nscreeched.  She yanked at the handle\nagain and again, trying to force it down but it sat there as if mocking\nher.  “Fucking work, damn you!  Just! \nFucking. Mo-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thick metal handle snapped in her hands\nand she fell backwards on her ass, feeling the jolt along her spine.  She stared dumbly at the end of the handle in\nher hands and then up to the fragment jutting from the wall.  A thick vein stood out over her left temple,\nrunning down to her neck.  It throbbed\nwith her heartbeat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuuuuuck!” Elizabeth screamed,\nhurling the handle.  It whistled through\nthe air, embedding itself in the inner ring’s wall.  Her long sleeved button-down shirt clung\nwetly to her, the white material nearly transparent with her sweat.  The folds in the loose shirt smoothed as her\nforearm expanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman’s eyes were wild.  She pressed her hands on the ground and\npushed, launching herself into a standing position.  Her straining sleeves split to show hardened\nmuscles on her thin frame.  Dark veins\nstood out on her body and the skin around seemed to leech the color from them,\ngiving her a faint green tinge.  She\nstalked to the door and pounded on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Open the goddamn door!” Elizabeth\nyelled.  She reached back with both hands\nand the back of her shirt tore, exposing her cream colored bra and wide,\npowerful back.  Her spine was a valley,\nlined by hard muscle.  The woman grunted\nand slammed.  The vault door shook from\nher blow and when she took her fists away, there was a faint imprint left\nbehind on the metal. “Open door! \nOpen!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another blow rattled the door.  The tear in her sleeves widened as her biceps\nbulged, pushing through the fabric.  She\nreached back, unable to bend her arm completely due to the size of muscles now\nstraining her slick, green skin.  Emerald\nflecks appeared in her bloodshot blue eyes. \nShe slammed again and her tightly coiled hair came undone to show the\nviridescent roots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Door!”  she snarled, slamming it over and over.  The floor cracked beneath her feet in a\nspiderweb pattern and her shoes exploded with a loud bang as she braced herself\nfor the barrage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dr. Russell’s modest, bee-stung breasts\npressed against her taut bra.  Her\nnipples widened to the size of nickels and then further until they covered the\ntips of her small breasts.  Flakes of\nmetal and the sealant they used on the door fell around her when she slammed\nagainst the door again.  Her bra snapped,\nfreeing her breasts.  Veins lifted from\nthe smooth skin and they began to bulge on her chest, jiggling as she assaulted\nthe door.  She felt her nipples drag\nagainst the front of her ruined shirt but they were a distraction so she tore\nthe shirt, tossing it behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her soft, drooping breasts grew firm and huge\nand green, squeezing together when she brought her hands down and then bulging\nto her sides when she reached back again. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elizabeth roared, bringing her hands down once\nmore.  The door groaned, bending in\nhalf.  She shoved it and metal screeched\nas it slammed open, shooting sparks when it scraped against the ground.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The control room beyond the chamber was\nempty.  Elizabeth strode inside.  Her already tight pants tore along her ass,\nunable to contain her widening hips.  Her\nconservative white panties were pulled into a tiny thong on her massive frame,\nleaving her sex exposed.  Curly green\npubic hairs covered her mound and labia, nearly hidden beneath the swell of her\nfirm, powerful ass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Where everyone?” Elizabeth said,\nher nostrils flaring as she panted in the cool room.  She took another step and the legs of her\npants split to reveal massive calves. \nBones and joints popped in her feet and she grunted, barely paying\nattention to the pain within.  Her tiny\ntoes became splayed on the cold floor as her feet grew broad to match the rest\nof her body.  “Where?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looking around, she ran her thick fingers\nthrough her moss colored hair and then grunted when the elevator opened with a\nding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A squad of armored soldiers burst from the\nelevator, shouting at her to kneel with her hands above her head.  They fanned out in an arc with their weapons\ntrained on her.  All of them were\nyelling, their voices mixing with the alarms behind her and the thunderstorm in\nher brain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No! \nMe!” she yelled at them, frustrated at her inability to find the\nright words. To tell them what happened. \nShe was thinking through a dense fog of anger and confusion and they\njust couldn’t understand<\/em><\/strong> what had happened. \nShe just needed them to understand and to put their scary guns down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fingers tightened on triggers when she stepped\nforward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Last warning!” the lead soldier\nyelled.  “Stand down or we will <\/em><\/strong>open\nfire!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shoot?  Me?? \nNo!  I- I work.  Here. \nI not danger, <\/em>she thought.  She had to show them.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dr. Russell took another step and the\nautomatic gunfire filled the room with a deafening roar.  Elizabeth crossed her arms in front of her\nchest with her hands over her face.  She\nfelt the impact of every bullet as if she were being hit by a baseball bat over\nand over but the longer she stood, the less it hurt until it merely stung.  She hunched until the room was silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then she stood, uncrossing her arms to\nleave them open at her sides.  She was\ncovered with bruises that were already fading from purple to green.  A few stray bullet holes lined her torn\npants.  Flattened spent rounds covered\nthe floor in front of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“NO!” Elizabeth snarled as the\nsoldiers frantically reloaded.  She\nleapt, thrusting her arms wide to swipe the men aside.  They screamed as they were flung against the\nwalls with a sickening wet crunch. \nBullets stung her back.  She\nturned, swiping at a nearby soldier and the impact turned his bones to jelly.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The other soldiers scattered, reaching for\nradios to call for help. The young woman stepped into the elevator, ducking to\nfit her bulk inside.  It groaned under\nher weight.  Bullets sprayed the\nelevator, hitting her breasts, face and stomach.  She yelled and her fist smashed the row of\nbuttons, breaking through the wall.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Stupid!” she yelled at herself and\nthe elevator.  She slammed her fists\nthrough the roof of the elevator and pulled her hands apart, splitting it in\nhalf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She’s trying to escape!” the lead\nsoldier screamed into his radio.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman crouched and then leapt nearly a\nhundred feet.  She grabbed the elevator\ncable and climbed, her biceps and forearms bulging.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She just had to clear her head.  Just had to get air.  Just had to get OUT!  <\/strong>The light above grew\ndark.  Dr. Russell looked up to see\nsomething being pushed into the elevator shaft. \nSmall hands pushed it and it fell but she pushed herself against the\nwall so it passed her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hah,” she laughed with a wide,\ntoothy grin.  “Miss-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The explosion ripped the air from her lungs,\nflinging her sideways through crumbling stone and concrete and metal.  She lost consciousness as the world turned\nred and loud and hot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elizabeth woke to heat and scorched\nearth.  She shaded her eyes and reached\nfor glasses that weren’t there. \nGroaning, she sat up, feeling her loose blonde hair against her bare back\nand shoulders.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Smoke rose in a lazy column to the east of\nwhere she lay and she swore she heard sirens. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something moved in the distance and she\nsquinted her sharp, emerald green eyes to see a helicopter circling in ever\nwidening patterns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her head hurt and she couldn’t remember much\nbeyond when the crystal exploded but she felt panic rising inside of her at the\nsight of the helicopter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stood and stumbled and sucked in heated\nair as the sand burned her delicate feet. \nShe knew there was a small town west of the facility and something told\nher to go there rather than back towards her work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dr. Russell began walking, hiding her naked\nbody the best she could.  Faint, sibilant\nstatic filled the back of her mind.  She\nfound herself growing annoyed with the buzzing of the helicopter in the\ndistance but she pushed on, rubbing at the temples and the headache building\nthere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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