Beneath the Deeps
A/N: So, hello. This is the first story I've ever shared with the world, so it might be a little iffy in places. This is the prelude to a story I am currently trying to find inspiration to write. But rest assured, its coming!
It was a warm night. The moon shone overhead, lighting up the dark waters of the lake below. Above the water, it was a picture of calm, with crickets chirping away, and the bushes around swaying slightly in the breeze.
But below the water, it was a different picture altogether. Smaller fish swam agitatedly near the surface, their movements barely perceptible above the surface. Lower down, bigger fish ran from an unknown force. There was panic in their gills, and through the water they sent out intense pheromones of a single emotion, common to all thinking creatures; fear. Whatever they were running from was a monstrosity, a thing to be feared. But no one knew, or saw the signs on the first night.
At the bottom of the lake, something stirred beneath the sparse years of growth, constricting and binding the being to the bottom of the lake, struggling against its fabricated bonds of steel. It was a bestial creature, never meant to be, and yet here it stayed, beneath the water. A heretical fabrication, its mind was something of a ubiquity among even the darkest of creatures made by man. For its very existence was in violation of the basis of Darwinism, breaking the highest laws that Darwin himself had set down a mere 50 years before. This creature contained human life threads, along with the life threads of many nightmare creatures; even fabricated ones, such as the British krakens and the Japanese Kappa. Yet it also held in its genetic code the life threads of ordinary creatures, the majority of them originating on the Australian continent. All these threads combined could never result in anything good, or sane, or even controllable. But even as it broke the rules of fabrication, it was a thing to be admired, as a marvel of science, the entwining of hundreds of species. For it held a claim no other previous abomination being could attest to.
Try as they might, many mad scientists had failed in their attempts to fabricate an inhuman creature with the intelligence of a human. Even as it had been outlawed, it had already been nigh impossible to fabricate such a creature. Many pieces of high-tech fabrication equipment was careful supervised, and anything lesser was unreliable in the process of creating creatures with the life threads of a human.
However, one day, one man had figured out the secrets of human fabrication, and using his own life threads made the only creature in existence with a human mind. One that lay at the bottom of a lake's floor, struggling to free itself. This creature had named itself in its isolation, after that same scientist realised the implications of what he had created.
And so he had bound the creature against its will, binding it to the bottom of a lake, where hopefully no one would ever look. But the creature had been fabricated with an exceedingly long lifespan, outlasting the scientists, and so now, no one knew of the creature. Alone, forgotten, its miserable existence punctuated by the occasional fish, it began to plot its revenge.
But first it needed to escape. And so, under the light of the full moon, it had absorbed the little bits of light that permeated the depths of the water. Gaining strength, it had broken away from its chains, finally free to move. Of course, it was intelligent. It would not do to attract undue attention.
And so it waited, under the surface, waiting for an opportunity to arise. It had infinite patience, the cunning of a villain, and intelligence beyond mere fabrications. It had emotion, feelings, moods. It could think, feel, reason. It had philosophised, reflected, and dreamt of a different time. It could remember, forget.
After all, it had the mind of a human.
So, thanks for bearing with my (what I think is crappy) writings, and thanks for reading all this way! Please tell me what you think!