A Scale-tacular Experiment by Archer

The air is cold chilly as I walk towards my car. The ground is cobbled and rough. The scientists I work with are going to do an experiment on DNA ON ME. It’s like they’ve turned me into a lab rat. Every day, the men do horrible experiments on me and today I feel like I’ll go kaput.

I hop in my rusty skin torn car as I turn the key the engine shutters and goes out. I guess I’ll have to walk, I sigh. I walk sorrily towards my work. If you are wondering why I won’t just quit my job and get another one, well I signed a document that legally agrees for me to sign up until I’m gone, and if you’re wondering why I don’t just run away, it’s because it’s the only way to put food on my table.

I walk into a shiny suspension tube. The air in the science lab is very different to outside. It’s warm and sweaty. The first scientist tells me that I’m in the suspension tube is because the evens could be explosive. Not very reassuring. About 20 miniscule robots rush through my nose ears and eyes. It sends a tingle through my body like being stuck by 100000000 watts of lightning.

 

I open my eyes, confused. I don’t know what’s happened. My poor brain feels cluttered. The scientists stare at me looking worried.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, a huge booming in my voice. Then I see it.

My hands scales run down overlapping each other, a tail with minor spikes running down it. I screech, another huge booming sound echoes though the lab. I’ve turned into a lizard, but much more oversized. When I was younger, I watched this show about a giant lizard terrorizing a lake.

I walk clumsily towards the door, but my legs don’t support myself and I fall down, my underbelly protecting me. I walk on four legs. The scientists stare at me like a celebrity walking on the red carpet. My eyes don’t feel right. I have a blind spot right between them. I hear a huge crash. My face is washed with wet liquid of some sort.

One of the scientists screams. I feel like I’m having a growth spurt in fast forward like how I watched my tv show about the mutant lizard. In about forty minutes, the scientists are screaming. It’s so chaotic, like the Tigers have just scored a goal except not as happy. If you’re wondering why I haven’t reached the door yet it’s because the room is as big as a whales stomach.