Colour

by Follower of Pan

A follow-up to my story Peppermint. PB investigates into the Great Mushroom War further, while dealing with her own life since we last saw her. But how do The Rainicorn-Dog Wars come into play? Dark, Gritty, if you read Peppermint, you know what to expect. Maybe.

5. Chapter 5

Sorry guy, I just totally forgot about this. I'd been working on other projects, school, relationships, and the rest of life. Either way, have a thing:

Seeing Doctor Strauer on the screen was pleasantly horrifying, in the same sort of way one discovers they were right that they have a terrible illness; it is horrible that they have a terrible illness, but they were right, god damn it. However, once the initial shock of exactly what was expected happening, she truly began to focus on the words of the man, rather than his continued existence since his last tape.

"Since I began my work on the PEPPERMINT project, my naïveté lead me to believe that my creations had the ability to replace humans as the apex predator. I was unfortunately mistaken."

At this point, he shakily picked up his camera, moving towards the shuttered window of the apartment. He stopped and pushed the camera through the blinds to see the street below. There walked several people, passing an old homeless man as they walked. Out of an alleyway, what she assumed to be the quite spoiled ancestor to one of her banana guards, rather than walk upright in the dignified manner she was used to, crawled, no, dragged itself from the shadows. A business man stopped to kick it in the face before carrying on his way, leaving the homeless man a feast. The camera turned back to Strauer.

"My plans have failed. It is likely my 'super-soldiers' will barely fill Britain by the time the mistake is corrected."

At this point, Strauer turned the camera to 'Prince Peter.' He sat there, wearing only a sweat-shirt, mesmerised by the television in front of him.

"Look at the runt. Such a disappointment. And so much potential too. Yes, I admit it, I have failed."

PB could hear her heart pounding in that second of utter disbelief. How could this evil, unstoppable force of cruelty suddenly be broken down into a uselessness and self-pity?

"I am so lucky that I have found my new employer. He is a politician looking for someone with my, prowess, for the mutation of bizarre and unnatural life."