The Numbers Grow

By: Eric "Rakeesh" Leybourne

Bad Rap idly drummed his fingers on the table as he leaned far back into his chair, his small of his back pressed against the seat of the chair while his legs hung off the foot stool and his shoulders were pushed up since he hadn’t moved his arms. He gave a yawn and looked to be impatient as he watched the tv with an angry look.

"-and with global warming on a downfall, the planet is becoming cooler, ensuring that the world will remain in it’s constant temperate climate for many more years to come."

He shouted and through the remote at the console. With a shatter and a mass of sparks the broken screen settled down with a few small fires within the circuitry. Both of his hands gripped into the arms of the chair and tore into it violently. He pushed himself up quickly and walked to a door, which slid open with a loud hiss. He walked in, his hands behind his back with a smile on his face. He stood behind Spitor and bent over and looked at him eye to eye over his shoulder.

"Oh Spitor. When’s it going to be ready?!" He shouted into Spitor’s ear, forcing him to wince in quite a bit of pain.

"It’s ready. I’m just running a few last minute calculations." He said, finishing to punch in a few numbers into a laptop, connected by a large amount of long electrical cables.

Bad Rap smiled evilly and walked over to where the cables were fed into the wall, a large, black, glass wall with a metal base about 4 feet tall on the top and bottom as well as a few bars about 2 feet in width every now and then. He brought his claw onto a button on the console and with a beep the window began to get lighter until it was transparent. The room was, in actuality, more like a large tank. A brown coloured liquid covered the floor for about two feet. Large spotlights mounted to the ceiling within the tank lit it up perfectly.

In the centre of the tank sat T-Bone. His hands behind his back, restrained by selicus, a new type of metal virtually indestructible, handcuffs that were fastened tightly around his wrists. A large ring was around his snout too, acting as a muzzle and his feet were also tied together much like the handcuffs that were on his wrists. He blinked a few times, the lights blinding him. With the push of a button the intercom turned on and the sound activated room filled with sounds from outside the room.

"Welcome! Welcome T-Bone…to you’re worst nightmare. You’re about to join our cause. Oh, you’re shaking your head, is that a no? Like you have a choice. You’re going to become the biggest, baddest and worst raptor this world has ever seen!" Bad Rap shouted proudly, raising his hands into the air above his hands in a sign of triumph. "Spitor! Activate the machine!" He commanded, pointing towards a console at the other side of the room.

With a squirm and a loud grunt through the intercom T-Bone desperately tried to break any of his bonds, or get them loose, but nothing was working. He began to feel more horrified as Spitor approached the console. With a last ditch effort before the raptor reached the controls he stretched out every muscle in his body. With a loud snap the chain holding the cuffs around his heels and wrists snapped and so did the muzzle like ring. But it was too late.

As Spitor reached the controls he quickly inserted a key card and set himself to work. He entered his ID, his password and finally the activation code that only he knew. With a hum the power circuits conducted the command to it’s proper destination. The machinery began to hum loudly and the large spikes at the water level began to vibrate. The water sloshed around his feet. T-Bone slipped and fell back onto his power pack and the liquid covered him from head to toe and began to run off his body quickly. With a louder hum the spikes began to spin, an electrical current starting to run threw them. The energy waves bounced from one spike to the other.

With a loud shockwave the water rose and blanketed everything, spreading into every nook and cranny of everything and anything in the room, blocking out all image. They stood there and waited several minutes. As the clock above the tank reached fifteen minutes the electric field ceased and the water collapsed to the ground again, T-Bone’s body following it more slowly and hit the water with a loud splash.

T-Bone seamed to be only semi conscious and groaned as he got to his hands and knees with much effort. He brought up one knee and pushed himself up onto his feet. He clenched his fists and held them a little ways from his sides, ready to strike anything, obviously angry.

"Spitor! Activate phase two!" Bad Rap commanded.

With a nod from Spitor T-Bone saw the spikes beginning to spin again, this time the electric field was perfectly visible. With a loud shot of pain threw his body the electricity courses threw the liquids andin and out of every crevice of his body. His mouth opened in a loud scream of pain and the electric field quickly found it’s way into his body. His eyes, screwed shut, slammed open, the pupils looking more cat like.

The filed ceased with another push of the button, but the electric current was still in his body. With another earth shattering scream his tail sprouted another 6 feet to it, becoming longer and sleeker. Another cry and another change echoed throughout the entire volcano complex. His boots tore apart as his feet doubled in size, becoming bi-pedal in the process; two small claws and a much larger one on the inner toe tore threw the deformed boot. He clutched at his head, at the pain and his hands began to combine. Two pairs of fingers combined, leaving two well-formed fingers and a thumb in their place. His snout bursted with the sound of bones cracking, like the sound of someone crushing ice between their teeth.

His entire face cracked over and over, becoming longer and sleeker, his tongue and teeth growing much sharper and sleeker to accommodate for it. With a loud cry of pain his legs bulge out, his barely torn pants shredding themselves into hundreds of pieces, but a large amount remaining, looking like shorts, pulled tightly around his legs. His waist shoots out in width, doubling in size, the waistbands tearing halfway down the back. With another scream of pain T-Bone’s chest burst outwards, doubled in size, his back arched. Another burst of power travelled threw his spine and back, the muscles bursting outwards and his spine stretching, adding at least 10 feet onto his original height.

Another scream ripped threw the air as another surge of pure power ran threw his shoulders. With a huge stretching sound they bulged out, the rest of the arm and the hand bulging out to match. With another surge of power, the cracking of ice and the stretching sound of something resembling rubber his neck lengthened and got much thicker. His skull, and everything within and out, grew to match the body. After about 5 minutes, the transformation was over.

Large ripped shorts, torn boots fell apart at his feet, showing a well-defined pair of feet, claws and toes, wristbands that were cracked half way threw during the transformation while his power pack was barely intact, the bands holding them around his arms barely holding the large amount of stress for the extreme growth.

T-Bone looked just like a raptor, a yellow raptor. His muscles bulged out in and looked tense as he stood there, fists clenched tightly and his legs poised and contracted against the bottom of the tank. His eyes slowly opened and slowly contracted forward, looking evil and extremely angry. His lips pulled back into a huge snarl. With the new power in his legs he leapt forward, shielding his face with his arm as he crashed threw using his elbow.

Bad Rap took a step back in shear shock as T-Bone crashed threw the class. He flew back as a huge fist collided into his chest and he slammed himself into the ground. As he pushed himself up using his elbows he was slammed down, a huge hand around his neck, holding him down, the skin around his neck pushed out quite a bit. A huge eye narrowed onto him, and a large snarl met him with a loud growl. A snuff of warm air from the nose crossed his face and he winced at the smell.

"Now…for a few changes. I’m in charge!" The new T-Bone snarled at Bad Rap and applied much more pressure. "Any objections?" With a gulp and a small headshake from him in return T-Bone nodded. "Good."