Vol1
Rogers, with several broken ribs, struggled to get up from the corner and looked in shock at a creature caught in a frenzy.
As a complete demon, Rogers is undoubtedly lucky in some ways. Because after seeing Rand lying in the middle of the room, covered in blood, Munster jumped straight at the man - and because of this, Rogers escaped from the fate of being torn apart on the spot.
"I found us... ahem... Looks like I made another mistake..."
He wiped the dust off his face, coughed up blood and murmured with that sickening affectation.
It wasn't that he didn't think about Munster's problems.
In fact, before taking Rand to this cabin, Rogers thought he was fully prepared. He changed cars twice in the middle, and wrapped the unconscious Rand in a sealed bag to keep out the smell. He was changing When driving, he sprinkles both cars with a special powder to confuse his breath (a secret weapon he got from his former employer, a well-known drug dealer, and this powder has helped him countless times) Evading the tracking of drug dogs and even electronic dogs), and two small rivers on the road to the stone house... But obviously Rogers misestimated Munster's sensitivity, and everything he did did not let Munster Lost trace of Rand.
It finally arrived.
"Rand... Rand..."
The angry Munster did not realize that his scales were glowing with an unlucky blood color. His scales were now gradually turning red, and the thin hair-like tentacles were tangled together, and then began to transform into Thicker and stronger and barbed tentacles, they were now like serpents on Medusa's head, swaying in Munster's fury.
There was a special, metallic smell in the air, the poisonous gas characteristic of angry sirens spreading.
Munster was about to go crazy, it wanted to tear Rogers to shreds in the most cruel and terrifying way, but when he saw the scarlet blood-covered human figure on the rusted bed , its brain fell into a blank.
It was a never-before-seen moment in Munster's short-lived fish life.
While it was bursting with rage at Rogers' brutality, it also felt an extreme fear and despair emanating from its marrow.
Its most precious treasure, its most valued companion, its peaches and rabbits, its everything... its Rand, has been tortured into such a terrifying appearance that makes people cry!
At this moment, Munster had no time to worry about the disgusting little bug, or rather, the human named Rogers, whose body and mind were completely occupied by the bloody Rand. (And it's also certain that he will let that person know how badly wrong he has committed).
Munster pounced on Rand's window and tried to touch him, but his front paws covered with fine scales stopped a few centimeters away from Rand... God, it didn't even dare to touch him Rand now.
The black-haired man's skin as white as milk and as soft as silk is now regularly and evenly covered with wounds that open like a baby's mouth. bloodstained.
It was afraid that its rough fingers might hurt Rand by accident.
Large tears fell from Munster's eyes, and he raised his head and wailed.
"Oh, Rand... Rand... woo woo... do you hurt? woo woo... I... let me give you a blow, okay, Rand, you don't want to hurt, I don't want you to hurt, and I don't want you to bleed..."
Munster's cries were accompanied by his incoherent safety of Rand, as he began to pop his mouthparts, rubbing the anemone-like prongs at the tip of his mouthparts over Rand's wound.
Some clear liquid was secreted, and Munster hurriedly covered the liquid carefully on Rand's wound.
In Rand's sense, the suffocating pain was eased a little by the mucus.
He tilted his head hard, his eyelids swollen with blood, a deep purple color, and his vision was blurred. But Rand still wanted Munster to see his sight.
"Don't cry, Munster... darling..."
Excessive blood loss, pain, and the abuse he suffered in the past made Rand's mind inevitably start to slack, but he still relied on instinct and said hoarsely to the crying Munster.
What he didn't know, of course, was that in reality his voice sounded like a meaningless hum.
"I'm very good… "
He says.
His face gradually turned gray, and his body temperature had dropped to a dangerous level.
But fortunately, the mucus that Munster smeared on his body, that is, the original mermaid fluid that everyone in the lab was flocking to, began to play a role.
His wounds began to stop bleeding, and his breathing slowly calmed down.
Munster lowered his head and sprayed Rand on his cheek, then turned his head slowly to fixate on Rogers.
Vol2
"Hi, Munster."
Rogers raised his hand and shook it at it, and he said affectionately to Munster as if he had done countless breakfasts before. The pain from the fractured rib made his smile look a little distorted and scary, of course, it was also possible that his real smile was like that - pain is unbearable for some people, but for Rogers But there is a special "incentive" effect.
His adrenaline began to flow like crazy, and his body began to feel high.
And Munster's murderous aura was conveyed to him without any reservation.
"I am going to kill you."
Munster rolled up his tail, like a drop of red ink on absorbent paper, and the bloody red began to spread from the outer edge of the scales to the inside. When Munster came two meters in front of Rogers little by little, its tail had completely turned blood red.
Its eyes flashed the same red light like a devil in the faint optical fiber.
Its nails became very long, as sharp as a dagger, the muscles of its upper limbs swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its face began to deform, its lower jaw began to protrude, and a row of nail-like fangs grew on its gums.
Munster is now more of a monstrous monster than ever.
Oh, who said it was originally... a monster.
If there were dark-white scientists at the scene, they would probably be shocked by what Munster looked like now. It didn't look like a native or an altered species. It looked like a mix of the two.
Munster rushed towards Rogers, and almost at the same time, Rogers, who was smiling just now, grabbed two submachine guns from the cover and aimed them directly at Munster and squeezed the trigger.
These two guns were the ones he stole from where he hid them while Munster rescued Rand.
A huge roar and a flash of light filled the entire stone house.
In that moment, time was short... but also long.
The long time means that Rogers has fired countless bullets in such a few seconds.
And the time is short, referring to Munster... It has come to Rogers.
Then he stretched out his hand and blocked the muzzle of the gun.
"Crack-"
Rogers heard two clicks of a gun malfunction.
"This is impossible-"
He, who has always been extraordinarily calm, finally showed an expression of shock that could not be concealed on his face at this moment.
Munster's fingers gripped the muzzle, and it yanked the two guns out of Rogers' hands.
Rogers subconsciously turned his body to one side, just fell to the ground sideways and rolled on the spot, he might be able to take advantage of the extremely short time to get away from Munstra - or maybe even a little bit of his own life. .
However, his waist was directly bound by tentacles full of barbs...
"You hurt Rand."
Munster spoke to Rogers with a composure that was terrifying for the monster's body.
His long hair turned into tentacles, dragged Rogers back, and it grabbed the black, hot muzzle of the submachine gun...
"Pfft..."
Two sour and wet voices sounded.
Munster shoved the muzzle into Rogers' eyes.
"Ah ah ah ah ah-"
Rogers' scream woke Rand, who was in a semi-conscious state.
Munster was grabbing one of his hands when Rand turned his head to look at him, as if trying to rip Rogers' arm straight from his body.
"stop!"
Rand shouted.
…
"Rand!"
Munster turned his head and looked at Rand in surprise.
The wound on the latter's body, which was still extremely terrifying before, began to show signs of healing under the action of Manshit's mucus.
Of course, Rand's current appearance is still enough to put him directly in the intensive care unit for a whole week, but the aura of death that spread from his injuries before has become very light and very light.
"Munster, don't do that..."
Rand stretched out a hand in Munster's direction.
Munster immediately let go of Rogers, who rushed over and grabbed Rand's hand. Then it heard Rand's words: "Take me... hold me..."
…
Vol3
"tick... tick..."
In front of Rogers who couldn't move, Rand's body was still dripping with blood in Munster's arms. That was the blood that remained on Rand's clothes before, but it was enough to prove that Rogers had been right before this. What atrocity he committed.
And at this moment, Rand leaned his limp body against Munster's arms, and he said to Munster.
"Don't... kill..."
Munster let out an angry hiss.
"Rand, he hurt you!"
"I... know..." Rand needed a break every time he said a few words, but he still insisted, "No... no... torture someone... nor... kill... that's a very bad thing... "
He stared at Mount Shit's still tearful face.
It's strange, Munster is ugly now, but Rand feels calm when he sees it, even if the pain caused by the wounds all over his body makes him in hell.
"Rand, no, I don't want to listen to you," Munster screamed. "I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him... If he hurts you, then I'll kill him! It's not a bad thing!"
In front of them, Rogers was gasping for breath, and he groped to fill the deflated eyeballs that fell out of their sockets back into their sockets.
"Oh, Rand, you're such a good man, really..."
Rogers coughed up blood and said.
Rand lowered his eyes.
If Rogers' eyes hadn't been pierced by Munster, he would have been shocked by the coldness and indifference on Rand's face at this moment.
"I should have… killed him with my own hands… so, Munster… let me do it myself…"
Rand whispered to Munster.
He moved his arm a little and found that he had some strength, and then he gently touched Munster's face covered with fine scales.
Vol4
On that night in sixteen years, after Rand was killed by Rogers, the "monster" took his body to the sea.
It stretched out some strange tentacles, and those hollow pipes slid straight into his wounded body... it wanted to absorb him.
Rand didn't know why he knew this at the time. Perhaps, it was an instinctive knowledge.
The only thing he could be sure of was that his body was activated after it did that behavior... He greedily absorbed the mucus from the monster's body until the other party screamed in grief and fled in embarrassment.
After that, he floated with the waves for a long time and was finally stranded on the seashore.
Maybe it was a reboot of his body, or maybe what he suffered before he died was so dark and hopeless that he forgot everything.
He was found by an illegal child trafficking syndicate operating in the United States, and he was sold to an anonymous person for $2,000. However, during the transfer, he was involved in a car accident...
Rand looks back on the life he's been through.
To be honest, there are only a handful of happy moments here, and perhaps forgetting them is the best decision he has ever made in his life.
But thanks to a merciful God, he now has Munster.
The monster that had some similarities with Munster saved him sixteen years ago in the dark night in the sea and gave him a second life. Sixteen years later, Rand picked up Munster by the sea.
Perhaps this is fate.
And Rand, no matter what, was unwilling to let his fate... or rather, the only creature in his life who never hurt him and always gave him hope and love, committed because of his hatred with Rogers crime of murder.
Munster should be innocent and happy creature, it should not be stained with blood and sin...
Rand twitched the corners of his mouth at Munster, thinking it was a smile.
Munster seemed very confused about Rand's thoughts, and he shook his head at Rand ignorantly.
"Rand, you're injured, I can help you kill him. I want to kill him!"
It muttered in a low voice.
And Rogers, at Rand's feet, smirked weakly (or just twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty).
"I think you should listen to your little pet, Rand, you've always… always wanted to show your strength… but give it up, you're not, I know who you are, a coward, a good guy, you're not The kind who can stand bloody hands and you will be crushed. Let your monster lover come, kill a human after all, take a life without going through any legal process, you need to suffer The pressure in my heart will not be small…”
Rogers said.
He deliberately emphasized the concept of "killing a person" in his words. In his judgment, Rand had a strong sense of morality and a weak personality. Compared with the tyrannical Munster, only Rand could be his chance of surviving.
And Rogers was confident that Rand didn't have the guts to fight his own pathetic morality.
He will live and then...
"In my opinion, Rogers, you were never human."
Rand's unwavering voice reached Rogers' ears.
"what-"
Rogers opened his mouth in surprise. He wanted to ask a question, but he never had a chance to finish a complete sentence.
Because at the moment Rand's voice fell, severe pain came from Rogers' neck.
The German-made kitchen scissors were inserted straight into Rogers' neck by Rand, from the skin, to the muscles, to the blood vessels... Then he pulled the scissors out again.
The amazing thing is that Rand's body is still so weak that he can't even walk. His vision is blurred and his body is bruised, but the hand holding the scissors has always been stable, without the slightest tremor or hesitation.
…
"Puff puff" blood spurted out of the arteries, and those warm liquids could even splash a meter away. Rand could have avoided Rogers' blood with Munster, but in the end Rand did not walk away from Rogers at all.
He stayed in Munster's arms, staring unblinkingly at Rogers with the "ho-ho" sound in his throat, letting the red blood of life drenched him and Munster.
It's like a bath made of blood, or something special that can't be described in words... Baptism.
At the last moment of his life, Rogers, the murderous killer who has always been proud of his "perversion", also had the same fear, dazed, and thick disbelief on his face. In a vain attempt to plug the wound in his throat with his hand, he made a series of strange noises.
Rogers seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he did not leave any complete and understandable words.
In the end, maintaining that pathetic posture, he slammed into the viscous pool of blood on the ground.
Rand kept looking at him, his eyes hadn't opened for a second.
He didn't take a deep breath until Rogers' body lay there motionless for a long time.
"We have to dispose of his body..."
We've got to get his body cleaned up, and then I've got to turn myself in - Rand was about to say that.
However, he did not finish his words.
After Rogers died, there was a small red dot on his prosthetic limb that jumped, from the first soothing to the last jerky.
Sadly, neither Rand nor Munster ended up taking notice of it.
So, after a few seconds.
"boom-"
This stone house in the wilderness was instantly engulfed by black smoke and flames with a huge roar.
Vol5
U.S.
Washington
Deep White Biotechnology Headquarters
"We found his trail..."
After slamming his dozing forehead against the screen for the countless times, a drowsy inspector finally managed to recover and looked at the computer in front of him.
However, a flashing red dot that represented a warning gave him an instant release from drowsiness.
"what?"
"Where?"
"Coordinates, express coordinates—"
…
His colleagues jumped up like rabbits fed with food, and stood in front of their computers to make further determinations, but the red dot flickered for a few seconds and then jumped at a specific frequency. After a few moments, it finally disappeared from the map on the screen.
"Is there a mistake?" The inspector looked at the screen in disbelief, he quickly flipped out the code, and deciphered the true meaning of the flashes against the explanation above—
"My God, the person who implanted this chip detonated the bomb in his arm!"
he exclaimed.
"'Spider' detonated the bomb in his hand? Does he not want to live?"
A hoarse female voice caught him like a ghost.
The researcher's body froze for a moment, he turned his head slowly, and met a ghostly and terrifying face.
"Answer me! Rogers detonated the bomb inside him?!"
Caroline growled impatiently, she leaned forward unconsciously, and a few seconds later, the observer who was looking directly at her covered her mouth, turned her face once, and retched.
After Caroline was stunned for a moment, blue veins burst out in her hands grasping the armrests of the wheelchair. She looked at the man resentfully with eyes that could scare children to tears, as if she wanted to smash the ashtray on the back of his head.
Fortunately, at this time, his colleague, another girl, stood up.
She trembled and reported directly to Caroline: "Before this, we have never been able to determine the position of the chip in that person's hand. He must have used his own method to invalidate it, but just now we captured the signal and used the It's the backup battery, and it's flashing with a frequency that only happens if it's detonated."
"Damn it! Give me the coordinates! Then send someone over there!"
Realizing that the owner of the chip, Rogers, may have detonated the bomb in her arm by bypassing Vincent, Caroline panicked for a moment.
She still remembered that when the chip was implanted, Vincent had installed explosives in the killer's arm prosthesis, which was a measure taken to contain the murderous killer.
In theory, no one but Vincent could detonate that bomb, but now it's...
Caroline didn't want to think about how the damn "spider" detonated the bomb, or how the damn "spider" managed to escape after the bomb exploded...
She only cares about one thing, if the bomb does go off... What about Rand
A dead Rand had no way to provide Vincent with bone marrow, which made Caroline even more anxious.