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The rustling in the monoxylous table's Tablecloth aroused Malak's suspicions.
The window was closed and the door sealed tight , I sat in the corner pistol loaded and he in the centre of the room with his .

We both looked towards the bench and aimed our pistols squarely at it , Malak edged towards it and raised the side . At that moment something leapt straight towards me from the cap in the cloth . An unholy beast with circinately claws , Malak was taken aback and dropped his pistol . In the few milliseconds I had left , I shot blindly towards the beast , in my panic I missed every time .

My last living memory was having claws digging deep into the side of my scull and my stomach eviscerated . I had hopped to die in my sleep , a peaceful death surrounded by those that loved me .. yet i die in this hell hole with pain i had never thought possible being my guiding light to the other side.

Malak dropped to the floor and regained his pistol , He fired a sure shot straight into the head of the beast , knocking it cold and dead to the floor . Blood and cholesteremia agent spewed from the beasts head . My blood trickled down slowly and mixed with it , forming a pool on the floor .

He was too late to save me , We had become Bursars at the University together 7 years ago .
From day one we had become good friends and research partners , How could we know it would end like this . Yet it did , I was dead yet now trapped in this place , overseeing the events that would occur , unable to act , a mute that could only record .
Malak needed help and there was nothing I could do .

Malak heard the Snarls of the remanning creature outside the door ,he knew soon enough that it would break through the door .He had only survived last time as the creature pounced on me first , there was no other victim to distract the other beast . It was faster than any other living creature yet discovered , in the time it takes to pull a trigger it could dash across a common sized hallway .

Their claws near circular , the only agenda is to feed and reproduce , pure beast , a true wonder of evolution , a true predator and carnivore that sat atop the food chain .

The intentness of the creature was unparalleled , they would mark their prey and stick on it till either you or it were dead .
Malak's doleful demeanour was clear , his eyes reflecting my lifeless body that some macabre painting which would chill the soul of the most hardened soldier .

We were hideaways in that room , The entire building locked down .
There were three ways out , Death by the creature , Escape throughout the Botanical gardens , or if he manages to survive long enough but not escape , his reward would be a painful death by cyanide as they try to purge the labs and make sure no creature left here alive .
Unfortunately they have no choice ,if it escaped it could countless deaths and if Malak's reckoning was sound , the remaining creature was the female , and she was heavily pregnant.

The chemical brewery was directly below the room , in the case of an event like this they had planted set charges around the tanks . This was the contingency plan , Malak had 20 minutes to make it out of the building , the only thing standing between him and freedom was a near unstoppable Being of nightmares .. at least if your on your own .

Malak collapsed on the beanbag beside the table , his gun pointed straight at the door .
He was near petrified and was sweating blood .A rat a tat a rat a tat .. in rhythmic beating of the creatures claws against the reinforced door .It would break through any minute . The metal was beginning to fatigue . Just then a blinding flash of light struck me and my soul started heading towards my next existence , this is where i wrote this .. what happened to Malak I may never know .

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