Summer Eden: The Bionic Beauty

Bionic Summer EdenMystic Investigations bionic boy wonder Zack Powers had been bummed near the end of his Summer vacation because his girlfriend Brittany Contessa moved to Denver, Colorado due to her Mother’s new job.  Although it was possible it might be temporary, and she could return in less than a year. The first day of school after Labor Day at Woodland Springs High was a bit less exciting this year without her presence but he still had his friends.  Things finally looked up for him a few weeks ago in gym class where he spotted an alluring girl he’d never seen before. He was mesmerized by her beguiling beauty, or maybe it was the midriff revealing tank top, and short shorts she was wearing on that warm autumn afternoon.  She was a slender girl with just the right amount of curves. She had long blond hair, and unique green eyes that almost seemed to glimmer in the sunlight. Zack asked a few people who she was, and a guy said her name was Summer Eden.  Summer had just moved here days ago from Maryland.

It was quite a breezy Fall day causing iridescent leaves to flutter from the trees nearby as the class stood around the track field listening to the pot bellied gym teacher.  Zack realized that Summer was staring at him every time he looked away from staring at her. Finally their eyes met, and her warm smile melted his heart.  At that moment some little kids from the nearby elementary school came running across a nearby tall grassy field screaming in terror. The gym teacher turned around, and said,”What the hell!  A midget wearing a pointy red hat is chasing those kids!”  That little man was in fact a child eating Gnome!  Everyone started to run toward them while the little Gnome could be heard cackling maniacally.  Zack, and Summer bolted ahead of the class like super track stars.  Zack was known to be a fast runner so it didn’t look out of the ordinary to flex his bionic legs in a moderate manner.  Zack was a bit taken back when Summer raced even ahead of him.  He pushed a bit more to keep up with her as she turned to smile at him.  The kids, and Gnome disappeared into he woods.  At that point a kid could be heard desperately pleading “Help me!”  Once inside the tree line out of the view of the rest of the class Summer flashed down the trail at phenomenal speed, and Zack followed suit pushing his cybernetic power to the limit.  Summer got to the kids first as they were barely holding off the Gnome with fallen tree branches lying around the ground. The diabolical Gnomes razor sharp teeth snapped amid his menacing snickering, and guttural non-nonsensical gibberish. Gnomes eat kids because it unfortunately keeps their immortal lives going.

Zack got there in time to witness Summer pick-up the Crazed Gnomelittle bastard, and toss him over the treeline out of sight. He made an odd sound as he was launched in the air.  It sounded like,”Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”  If that Gnome had been even a baseball then that throw would have left the field, crossed the street, and then some!  So tossing a 30 pound Gnome that far was nothing short of supernatural! The rest of the class arrived at that point with the out of shape gym teacher huffing, and puffing behind everyone else.  He pulled out a Snickers bar from his pocket, and leaned against a tree while muttering,”I’m getting too old for this crap!”  Summer looked at Zack, and put her finger to her lips while seductively smiling to indicate silence was warranted. Zack told the gym teacher that the “midget” had gotten away, and he appeared to be drunk as a skunk.  The teacher added,”Damn midget was probably hopped up on PCP as well!” The teacher then took the crying kids back to their school as everyone headed back to the track.  Summer, and Zack lagged behind to talk privately.  Zack took her hand, and said,”What are you?”  She then replied,”I was about to ask the same thing?  I don’t know anyone who has ever been able to keep up with me?”  Zack looked into her green eyes using his microscopic bionic vision while she instinctively did the same thing looking into his. She witnessed a multitude of tiny cellular repairing nanobots roaming about Zack’s right eye along with the general electronic nature of it.  Zack could clearly see both of Summer’s eyes were highly advanced pieces of optical enchantments. They both simultaneously exclaimed,”You’re bionic!”, and giggled.  Summer was surprised, and said,”I thought I was the only one! And my God you actually have nanobots!?!”  Zack replied,”Yeah they repair my bionics, and cellular tissue.  I can’t believe I’m finally meeting another cyborg!  Where did you get your bionics from?”  She responded,”It’s a long story. Maybe we can talk at lunch?”  Zack smiled, and said,”Sure thing Summer.”  There was a natural attraction between them that grew for the rest of the class.  They joked at the end of gym about having to dumb down their abilities to hide their true identities from the world.

At lunch they sat under a tree outside amid fallen amber leaves on the grass. Summer told her story.  Her Father worked for a US oil company in the Middle East, and she was the victim of a suicide bombing.  All her limbs, and various body parts were torn to shreds.  She was virtually nothing but a brain hooked up to a computer when some men from a private clandestine organization asked if they could experiment on her.  Summer’s father knew she would die soon, and there was nothing to loose.  A month later she woke up in bed with all her limbs fully intact as if nothing had happened.  She was a Cyborg with superhuman strength, speed, agility, and enhanced senses.  All she had to do in return was go on a secret mission every so often where a teen was required, or would never be suspected by the mission targets.  Her missions seemed to be ones a top secret government agent would partake of but she swore the organization with no name didn’t ally with any particular government.  Naturally Zack was worried about the US governments Paranormal Defense Agency finding out about him because they had a nasty habit of kidnapping supernatural beings to exploit their paranormal powers.  Summer assured Zack his secret was safe just as she expected him to keep her bionic secret.  She also revealed she had complete knowledge of the real supernatural world.  That’s why the Gnome wasn’t a surprise for her.

Zack had fully intended to not even tell us, the good folks down at Mystic Investigations, Swamy-Monsterabout Summer until we inadvertently discovered her cyborg abilities.  Days ago we all cut out of work early to attend the Autumn Harvest Halloween Festival since Mystic Investigations had specifically sponsored that days festivities.  At this point we knew Summer as Zack’s new girlfriend.  They were on a bumper boat together in the large Pandora Pond amid other bumper boaters, ducks, and geese.  Suddenly a monstrous looking green reptile humanoid entity covered in slimy weeds popped out of the water roaring wildly.  It was a nine foot tall heavy set swamp monster who must have swam into the pond from a small connecting stream.  The stream connected to a river that eventually leads to a swamp on the edge of the Mystical Forest.  Kids, and adults alike began screaming with some of them panicking to the point of falling out of their bumper boats.  The swamp monster neared a mother, and four year old child holding each other in terror within the murky waters.

Summer & Zack dove into the pond to stop this horrendous beast.  They tackled the monster but he shook them off.  They jumped on him again forcing him under the surface where they let loose a barrage of super fast, and brutal bionic punches.  Although not as potent due to the water slowing things down they still hurt the angry green monster. When I heard the screaming I was jealously watching my girlfriend Rebecca Abernathy manning the Kissing Booth.  As a supernatural Demi-Mermaid she could kiss anyone without worry of catching any disease.  Clearly the booth was making a killing since guys were willing to pay thrice the normal rate to kiss her.  We both bolted toward the pond at the first sound of trouble!  When we arrived Zack, and Summer were being launched several feet out of the water. Both hit the ground violently yet instantly jumped to their feet.  The swamp monster emerged from the water heading toward them growling madly.  Rebecca tackled the beast, and began punching him in the face.  She got thrown off into the pond, and I gave him a taste of my taser with very little results. Upon closer inspection of the monster I saw his eyes glowing, and he had vampire like fangs as well.  This indicated some silly vampire had nearly drained the monster of blood, and then introduced his vampire blood into the behemoth.  This was a rare vampire swamp monster who was unfortunately not hurt by the sunlight!

I immediately took out my flask of holy water to splash it but the searing sounds, and steams like that of water hitting a red hot pan were very minimal.  It only angered him more as the cyborg duo lay into the monster again.  Rebecca joined the fray as well.  It was rather obvious Summer was some manner of supernatural. I then yelled,”He’s a vampire!  Zack let him drink your blood!”  I knew from past experience that Zack’s nanobot laced blood was vile to vampires, and perhaps it would weaken the monster.  Zack allowed the creature to bite into him, and the monster screamed out in agony. The paranormal trio held the beast as he struggled to re-entered the water.  Our Cryptozoologist Dr. Ashley Abercrombie came running up with a large tranquilizer rifle, and said,”Fire in the hole!”  Rebecca had been in front of him, and she moved to the side as Ashley launched a large tranq dart at the vampire swamp monster.  It didn’t work so she shot two more into him before he finally hit the ground.  Hunter Jackson & Rob Edmunds pulled up in the Mystic Van, and we loaded the 800 pound monster in back. I reassured the crowd it was apart of a live action show, and everyone’s fear turned to reluctant glee before clapping erupted amid cheers.

Back at Mystic Investigations headquarters, with the monster safely caged in the Cryptid Lab, Summer told us her amazing bionic story.  Some of us were suspicious of Summer.  Especially since she worked for some unknown organization that partook of black ops missions.  There’s also the astronomical coincidence she happens to end up crossing paths with another bionic teen!  Julia Hathaway, our resident Psychic, attempted to read Summers mind but something is blocking her.  This is also very worrying. Summer also refused to let Dr. Abercrombie examine her bionics.  She said she had signed a contract with the clandestine organization that stated she couldn’t share her bionic technology with anyone. We investigated her back story as far as we could, and it seems to check out to an extent. There are however some minor inconsistencies. We talked to Summer’s father, and he was more than annoyed by the fact we knew about his daughter.  He said it was in our best interests to keep quiet about her because the people both he, and Summer now work for are very powerful! We told Zack something isn’t right here but he refuses to listen to reason.  All we can do is be pleasant, and hope this really is just a wonderful coincidence for him.  In the meantime Summer has volunteered to work for us, and help out Zack on any supernatural cases he’s apart of.  We agreed since it allows us to keep a better eye on her!

Harrowing Home Invasion Havoc

Home InvasionSpring was in the air as the full March Storm Moon reflected it’s silvery light off the last remains of the rapidly melting snows. The grass still a drab green devoid of the rich emerald color that would soon take shape. A lone Werewolf ran out of the woods, and crossed a yard onto the dimly lit Autumn Avenue. The teenaged Zack Powers lie alone in bed sleeping soundly in an empty house at 2:30 AM as his guardian Grandmother Debbie Powers worked the graveyard shift at Woodland Springs General Hospital.  The Werewolf trotted on to the Powers property but immediately turned tail sounding off a sharp yelp as it ran away into the dark night.  This was due to the house, and soil in the yard being blessed by Father Tom Davis along with the lawn being sprayed with powdered Wolfsbane in Autumn before the first snow.  There was also small random bars of silver, enchanted by our Witch Rebecca Abernathy, buried about the yard.  For sure the Powers Residence was Werewolf proof!

It had been a long day of school for Zack which included the Paranormal Investigations Club, swim team practice, and of course his work at Mystic Investigations as our tech guy.  Not to mention his paranormal battle capabilities courtesy of his bionic abilities.  He was in deep REM sleep dreaming of lying on a sunny ocean beach on the edge of a brilliantly mulch-colored Fall time forest.  Some Autumn Nymphs frolicked about the piles of iridescent leaves.  Near the waters edge were some lovely Mermaids splashing about while humming a mesmerizing siren song.  A strikingly beautiful Summer, and Spring Nymph sat on either side of him.  A Winter Nymph strolled out of an ice blue cave leaving a trail of glittering snowflakes.  She handed Zack an ice cold lemonade before diving into the ocean causing some dolphins to leap out of the water. In the distance a large whale blew a giant geyser of water into the air which caused a rainbow to shine across the sky.  A rainbow with a Leprechaun, and Unicorn sliding down it! After Zack received the gift of becoming a powerful Cyborg he noticed he began having consistent vivid lucid dreams.  It’s been theorized that the nanobots coursing throughout his body, and his brain as well, might have a hand in that.  In essence creating a wondrous virtual reality like dream world in his mind.  Fantasy worlds he could shape at will.

All was quiet throughout the dark house when all the sudden Zack’s bionic ears Shadow Thugsub-consciously picked up a branch snapping outside on the backyard lawn.  This followed by the foot crunching a small pocket of snow.  In his dream Zack heard the suspicious sounds. In response the scantily clad Spring Nymph said,”You better go see what that noise is honey!”  Zack immediately awakened as shadows appeared at his bedroom window.  Before he could fully awaken a metal bat violently shattered the glass sending shards flying on to his bed. Simultaneously sounds of the back door being bashed in could be heard.  Two men climbed in through the window, and one of them menacingly exclaimed,”Poor little boy home alone!  Now we’re going to have some fun.”  They chucked in a sadistic manner expecting the usual frightened reaction that fueled their devoid lives.  Zack hadn’t bothered to even get out of bed as he lie with his arms behind his head smiling.  He then replied,”We sure are jackass!”  The maniacal smiles the two men had been brandishing turned to disbelief, and then transformed into sinister scowls.  An extremely tall heavy set muscular man easily over 6′ 4″ walked into the bedroom after breaking in the back door.  His buddies relayed that they had a smart ass on their hands.

The huge man, his thug buddies called Abe, replied to Zack’s nonchalant attitude,”You either must be high, or mentally retarded because this night will be a hell you’ll never forget the rest of your life little man!”  Zack answered his threat with,”I feel bad for you guys not knowing what you’ve walked into here.  So I’m going to let you leave, and we can forget this ever happened.  I’d love to have fun beating the hell out of you but I don’t want anymore damage to my Grandma’s house.”  A deeply incensed Abe then lunged at Zack but he sprang up at super speed to the foot of his bed.  In response Abe said,”What the heck!  Get over here you little piece of crap!”  All three men converged on him.  Zack kicked one of the men by the window back out the window as he screamed like a baby at the sheer force of his launch backward.  He ended up hitting a tree trunk, and was knocked out cold.  Zack sent the other man flying into the nightstand next to his bed after he hit him with the back of his metal fist encased in human flesh.  As the wood table smashed into pieces Abe picked Zack up by his neck causing him to choke but he responded by bionic chopping his shoulders causing the man to fall to his knees in pain.  He roared in anger as he swung a punch at Zack who then blocked it while laughing.  He gripped Abe’s fist now also in pain from making extreme contact with Zack’s bionic arm.  He then picked Abe, who probably weighted almost 300 pounds, over his head only to launch him crashing through the other bedroom window into the side yard.  While this happened Abe was screaming,”Oh craaaaaaaaaaaaaap!”

The man who hit the nightstand had recovered, and pulled out a gun.  Zack heard the trigger as the bullets fired toward him.  He hit the deck while covering his vulnerable head with his cyborg arms.  Bullets bounced off his arms damaged the flesh covering that was immediately under repair by microscopic nanobots.  Another bullet bounced off his metallic alloy ribs with more outer flesh damage.  One bullet managed to hit him in his human gut.  Zack lie on the floor bleeding profusely for about 10 seconds while the man stood over him.  The evil figure said,”I knew we were going to have fun but not this much fun!  What kind of drugs are you on?  I’d sure like me some of them super strength pills?”  After about 10 seconds the bleeding began to slow as the millions of futuristic nanobots went to work repairing what would normally be a serious wound.  They also went to work ravaging the bullet like a rabid pack of microscopic carnivores breaking it down into elemental metals.  Some of which would actually be used as nutrients for the biological body while the bulk would be used to build new bionic growth to match Zack biological teen growth.

The man yelled,”Hey Abe you alright out there?”  Abe replied with a moaning,”Awwwwww yeah I think so Morty.  Son of bitch screwed up my arm!”  The man looked out the other window to his other partner knocked out next to the tree bleeding.  He then yelled back to Abe,”Damn this little bastard messed up Joe real bad!  He needs to pay, and his bullet riddled body is a great start.  Hey wait a minute how are you even still alive?  I shot all my bullets into your sorry ass!”  Zack then smirked, and replied,”You’re a lousy shot pal!”  He then kicked the man in the groin so hard that it send him sailing into the ceiling causing plaster to rain down everywhere.  His gun was flung to the dark corner of the room, and he hit the floor with a loud thud causing him to pass out cold.  Big Abe staggered in through the window at the point Zack was trying to stand up.  He had a crazed look in his eyes, and kicked Zack in the face with full force sending him on to the bed.

Abe jumped on to the bed straddling Zack while letting loose a low guttural growl that transformed into thunderous giggling.  He then declared,”It’s been one hell of a night but now it’s time to end this party.  Where’s the money you little bitch?”  Zack replied,”What money?  All I have is $50 in my wallet!”  Abe then replies,”The damn drug money your Uncle stole from me!”  Zack responded,”What the hell are you talking about! I don’t even have an Uncle!”  Abe then asked,”Don’t lie to me this is 435 Autumn Avenue!”  Zack then laughed,”OMG you stupid idiot this is 444 Autumn Avenue!”  Abe angrily attempted to slap in the face but Zack caught his good hand, and the sound of bones crushing could be heard.  Abe bellowed in sheer agony as his hand felt the wrath of Zack’s bionic strength.  Zack then used his other arm to toss the guy over his head on to the wall over the headboard of his bed.  Another storm of plaster blasted forth raining about as Abe was sent clear through the wall into his Grandmothers empty bedroom.

Once again the house was silent. Zack lie on his bed feeling the reassuring pain rapid cellular repair including his nearly broken nose.  He picked up his cell phone on the other nightstand, and contemplated whether to call 911, or a member of Mystic Investigations since we’re sometimes known to take the law into our own hands.  Zack activated the customized walkie talkie function he designed in all our phones, and said,”This is Zack. Is anyone on patrol?”  Immediately Drake Alexander, our Executive Vice-President & 700 something Vampire replied,”Drake here.  Is everything okay Zack?”  Zack then relayed the information about the home invasion, and the bloody aftermath.  Zack could hear Abe breathing in the next room, and the heartbeat & breath of Morty out cold on the floor in his room. However he wasn’t sure if the guy named Joe next to the tree outside was still alive or not.  Drake said he’d be there shortly as he shot into the darkness at super vampire speed.  The street lamps appeared as long streaks of light on the journey to Zack’s.

Drake arrived at Zack’s house a few minutes later despite being on the other side of town.  Drake observed,”You sure did a number on these guys! You okay?”  Zack replied,”Yeah everything’s healing up nicely.  I could have did better but I was half asleep.”  All the sudden Drake had an odd look on his face as he swung around to see a bloodied Abe standing in the doorway with an old double barreled shotgun.  Drake commented,”Really? A shotgun!”  Both Drake, and Zack laughed.  Abe screamed in disbelief,”What the hell is wrong with you people?!?”  He then blasted off the two shots available directly at Drake who was standing in front of Zack.  Both shots destroyed Drakes sparkling Midnight blue shirt yet bounced off his muscular torso complete with supernatural six pack abs.  There were some brief bloodied scratches but they healed almost instantly courtesy of his powerful 5th generation vampire DNA.

Abe dropped the rifle in disbelief, and almost began crying,”What the hell man?”  Drake whizzed across the room so fast that only a blur of light was seen.  He then got behind him, and whispered in his ear,”I’m a vampire little boy, and your time is up.”  Drake sank his fangs into Abe’s neck as the criminal screamed in agony.  As he drank of his blood Drake was able to read Abe’s mind, and see he was responsible for a lifetime of heinous acts he had no remorse for.  These included countless murders, and numerous other unspeakable acts he got away with in his lifetime of darkness. Drake paused as he firmly gripped Abe.  He looked at Zack for some type of approval as he nodded, and Drake sank his fangs back into Abe’s neck draining him of every last drop of blood.  Abe dropped to the floor lifeless as Drake wiped the blood from his mouth.  He then said,”I saw the pure evil in his mind.  The horrifying acts of agony perpetuated against countless innocents that make tonight look like a cake walk. There was no rehabilitation for him!  Not to mention the fact that prison sentences these days are a joke, and Duanna gave me this shirt for my birthday.  It was hand sewn from Spider Fairy webs.  Spider Fairy web Zack!”  Zack answered,”Even without reading this guys mind I knew he was a blight upon humanity!”  Drake examined the other two thugs still knocked out cold, and determined they could possibly find salvation under the right circumstances.  They were simply sadistic weak willed bullies following Abe’s lead.

Drake called our favorite Sheriff Blake Maverick.  Drake apologized for waking the Sheriff up but the Maverick was all too happy to help us out.  Especially when we pay him big money as a consultant.  The Sheriff called an ambulance as he made his way to Zack’s house. Julia Hathaway, our psychic, showed up at that moment as she sensed something was wrong.  She examined each of the men including the deceased Abe, and came to the same conclusion as Drake.  She had saw Abe’s future if he had lived, and it seems he was destined to become a homeland terrorist who ended up destroying a town of thousands with a dirty bomb.  Julia exclaimed,”You just saved countless lives from this despicable piece of refuse!”  The future of the other two men were mostly petty crimes with them in, and out of prison.  At least they wouldn’t be killing anyone now that their alpha dog bully Abe was out of the picture.

WerewolfyDrake excused himself as he easily picked Abe up in his arms, and sped away. He ended up in the next street over as a man walking his poodle was confronted with the violent Werewolf who had attempted to enter Zack’s property.  Just as the hairy horror was about to pounce on the man, and his best little friend Abe’s body flew out of nowhere landing right in front of the salivating Werewolf.  Drake then appeared beside them, and whispered,”Run.”  They ran in the opposite direction as the Werewolf chowed down on Abe’s corpse.  Within two minutes everything was gone including the bones that were crushed into powder that wafted about the grizzly scene.  Only after the feeding frenzy was over did the Werewolf realize a vampire was near.  He plowed toward Drake who raced around the side of the hairy beast snapping his neck.  The Werewolf lie temporarily motionless, and Drake quickly hauled him back to Mystic Investigations headquarters to be caged until dawn.

The ambulance, and Sheriff pulled up as Julia explained the situation to him.  She mentioned how Morty, and Joe went on about some imaginary boss they called Abe.  Julia had seen in her visions that a mental hospital would be better than prison for these two. Certainly that is where they’d go as they spoke of Zack’s power, and their imaginary friend Abe.  Drake called up a friend who serves in Great Britain’s MI6 who in turn has a CIA contact.  He owed him a favor, and agreed erase any evidence that Abe ever existed.  Actually quite an easy task for someone in government since everyone is so reliant on computers in the 21st century.

Drake returned just as the Sheriff was leaving to escort the ambulance with his prisoners to the hospital where Zack’s Grandmother was on duty in the emergency room.  The Sheriff knew not to say a word to her so she wouldn’t worry.  In the meantime Julia had dialed up the rest of the Mystic Investigations gang to restore Zack’s house to it’s previous undamaged status.  We had a good three hours to fix the place up, and clean everything!  Thankfully things go quickly when you have a witch, vampire, telekinetic psychic, and bionic boy on your cleaning construction crew!

The Birth Of A Werezombie

WerezombieThere is no report in any paranormal record of a creature known as a Werezombie. At least in the proper context. A Werezombie isn’t a Werewolf-Zombie Hybrid, aka a Zombiewolf but rather a human who transforms into a zombie either by some environmental stimulus or at will. Unfortunately, by accident, we damned someone in to being a Werezombie! A member of the living who can become the Walking Dead at any moment!

We were having some remodeling done at Mystic Investigations headquarters, and one of the construction workers seemed to feel the need to bully the teen member of our team.  Zack Powers our bionic boy wonder, and Chief Technology Officer.  Clearly, he was jealous that someone so young had such a sweet office job along with adults working under him.  He was also a bit drunk as indicated by his behavior, and the odor upon his breath.  Zack laughed it off at first but the man kept ragging on him since the construction was in his work area. We wish Zack would have said something before things escalated.  So apparently at some point, Zack attempted to use the restroom, and the man physically blocked him along with a fair amount of taunting.  Zack pushed him back a bit not using too much of his cyborg strength but then the drunk grabbed his arm forcefully in a fit of anger as he slapped him in the face.  Zack, in turn, got angry and forgot himself. He struck the man in the chest at full force sending him straight through the restroom door and then through the handicapped toilet stall door crashing into the tile walls causing them to crumble before landing beside the toilet.  The man was dead on impact!

Zack stood over his body in a panic checking for signs of life.  He then hit the Mystic Investigations panic alarm that sounded throughout the building along with red flashing lights going off everywhere.  The alarm means all non-essential personnel must leave the building.  Our smartphones gave the Executive Staff the exact location of the alarm being set off.  We all found Zack there in tears as he told us what happened.  We gathered around the deceased man lying next to the toilet while Zack had a panic attack, and ranted about how he would have to spend the rest of his life in jail.  We attempted to calm him down as we discussed what to do. Our Cryptologist Dr. Ashley Abercrombie confirmed he was dead, and calling an ambulance wouldn’t help. He was ready for a Coroner, and the Mortician, with a burst heart, broken ribs, cracked spine, and massive head trauma!

Rebecca Abernathy our Demi-Mermaid White Witch asked us, “Is it worth one of us Toilet Stallpossibly dying, or some of us facing massive life-altering repercussions by using magic to resurrect him?”  As selfish as it might sound we decided it wasn’t.  Especially considering what Zack told us about this guy!  Drake Alexander our resident vampire made it clear that becoming a vampire must be a choice on the persons part, and he would never want to bring such a person across into the eternal dark shadows.  Making someone a vampire is an eternal responsibility for a parent vampire.  Seth Morgan, a Werewolf, inquired if he could do anything.  However he couldn’t be of help in his human form, and it was doubtful if a Werewolf bite could resurrect a totally broken dead corpse.

Zack himself has super healing nanobots coursing through his bloodstream that rapidly heal any injuries to his biological, and mechanical parts.  Unfortunately, a plethora of tests over the last several years showed that they only work on Zack, and become dormant in any other subject including inanimate objects.  Ashley then ran back to her lab and returned with what she called an experimental Immortality Elixir she had been working on.  It was based on her unique Demi-Zombie blood as she is the worlds only known living stable human-zombie hybrid.

Since we had nothing to lose she injected the man with the elixir.  We held our breath for a minute, and then assumed it wasn’t going to work.  We walked away as Zack cried profusely with Rebecca comforting him. Despite the man being a drunken bully Zack would never want to take anyone’s life.  All the sudden a blood-curdling scream came from the toilet stall. We ran back, and the man was sitting upright breathing heavily.  Zack immediately let forth a joyous scream, and sigh of relief.  He helped the man up while apologizing to him repeatedly. The guy was a bit dizzy but in good spirits.  Certainly no longer drunk he apologized for his behavior.  He said he had been going through some rough times in his life and was boozing it up lately.  He remarked how Zack sure knew how to throw one hell of a punch. He couldn’t believe he survived but all was forgiven as Ashley gave him a clean bill of health with all injuries healed. However, she did indicate his heartbeat was unusually slow.  She wanted him to stay for observation overnight but he said he really had to get home.

Drake made a funny look as he sniffed the air while the man walked past.  He then shook my hand as he was about to ascend the staircase to the lobby.  All the sudden his eyes had this blank stare as the iris, and pupils faded to an unholy gray color.  The guys face turned sickly pale, and his hands ice cold.  Within seconds he looked like a Zombie, and lurched forward growling taking a huge bite out of my shoulder! I screamed in pain as a chunk of my bloody flesh dangled from his mouth. Drake immediately grabbed him and tossed him through a wall into an office.  He yelled, “I knew I smelled Zombie!”  The enraged zombie pounced off the ground attempting to attack Drake but he tackled him to the ground punching the zombie repeatedly in the face.  Of course, it’s impossible to knock out a zombie so Drake finally stopped and merely restrained him.  Rebecca and Ashley treated my substantial wound while I feared I would become a member of the living dead!

The zombie was locked way in a sub-basement cage we use to contain Werewolves on Full Moon nights while Ashley examined me in her lab.  I’ve never been sick a day in my life, and have always healed rapidly from wounds. Although Ashley could never find the reason why. However, she did note I had the most perfect DNA sequences she has ever seen in her entire career.  She said there was miraculously no zombie virus in my system despite testing the caged zombie to find he was the real contagious deal!  Rebecca used a little magic along with Ashley using some supernatural treatments to make the wound completely heal within a day.  Ashley apologized for all of this but I told her it wasn’t her fault.  We all knew this was an experiment, and the point was to resurrect him for Zack’s sake.

Caged ZombieOnce the zombie was placed in the cage and left alone the surveillance cameras showed him transform back to a man.  We all ran downstairs to find him completely coherent with no memory of what had happened. Seth then blurted out, “Hey he’s like some kind of a Werezombie or something!”  Ashley then replied, “Yes Seth I think we just accidentally created the worlds first Werezombie!”  The man was angrily puzzled why he was locked away, and why we were talking about such crazy things.  We then showed him security video footage of his transformation, and he was beyond shocked while we informed him about the world of the supernatural being real.  He was beyond agitated and scared that we had turned him into a freak of nature and demanded we let him out of the cage but we couldn’t for the safety of society.  He refused to make a phone call telling his employer, and friends that he decided to go on an impromptu vacation.  Drake used his vampire hypnosis to compel him to do so.  We couldn’t have people report him missing, and then have it trace back to us.

We then began testing him to find out what makes a Werezombie tick.  The primary stimulus that transforms him is the scent of full humans, and touching them as well.  Ashley designed nostril filters to block his olfactory receptors from picking up human scents. He also needs to wear full clothing, and gloves if he’s to have physical contact with people. In the meantime, Ashley is working on a special skin lotion he might wear in order to not look so odd being totally covered up when Summer comes around. Tasting humans is also a factor as witnessed when our telekinetic psychic Julia Hathaway kissed him on the lips for the sake of science.  He immediately transformed but once de-transformed again he wasn’t so mad anymore now that he had a crush on Julia.  Rebecca duplicated the experiment, and he transformed again. This despite the fact she is only half human so that means intimate contact with even supernatural beings of some human lineage could cause him to Zombie out.

Everyone worked with him for the greater part of a week to accept his fate, and perhaps live for the hope that he could control his transformations. Perhaps even maintain his human persona in zombie form so he could be a living dead superhero.  This is why we brought in some good folks from our local Native American Comanche tribe.  They are werewolves who can control their transformations and are completely coherent in wolf form. They’ve been working with Seth since he became a Werewolf, and he’s seen some excellent progress.  Now the man who shall remain nameless, to protect his identity, is excited about the prospect of being a superhero with enhanced strength, speed, agility, and senses.  Each time he transforms into a fresh zombie with minimal rotting so he’s not staggering around like a rigid geriatric.  Ashley also thinks he could be immortal since each transformation repairs his human form completely.  In fact, he remarked how young he looked after his first transformation.  Zombies would be immortal creatures if they didn’t decay like a corpse.

Julia also discovered that his soul disconnects from his body when he transforms into a mindless zombie. Then amazingly reconnects again.  After hypnotizing him he found he had memories of being in the astral dream plane while in zombie form.  He reported that no corridor of light presented itself to him.  Instead, he was tugged back into his body abruptly.  This fits with the fact that Zombies have no soul, and are merely automated bodies out for human flesh to fuel the zombie virus.  Speaking of which it seems the virus is latent while he’s in human form so there’s no danger of turning someone into a zombie as long as he doesn’t transform.  Of course, that can happen within seconds!

We plan to release him tomorrow in the care of the Comanche Werewolf tribe as they work further to rehabilitate him so he can co-exist among humans. His Boss agreed to let him have 6 months off with the promise of his construction job waiting for him thanks to my intervention…and agreeing to pay double for the remodeling project!  We also are paying for his living expenses over the next year since it’s the least we can do. At present we’re allowing him to walk around our headquarters with an implanted tracking microchip.  He agreed it’s the right thing to do for the safety of everyone if he should ever transform, and escape. So far being fully clothed, and wearing the nostril filters is working.  Although he seems saddened he can’t kiss Julia again….for now! 😉