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It has been 3 years since enraged William left my lab, and a year since quite Isaac was locked away in a Containment Chamber. I, Raymond Gondalatsi, had created for the third, but probably not the final, time.

But this time she was female. I was confused; surely a male would be more suitable? Surely men were tougher than women, and could take pain better? I considered terminating the girl, but dismissed the thought. She was my creation; I was her god, her master and her father. I would have to bend the rules around her disappointing gender. So she was given the name of Clara.

Clara woke quickly, and she woke unlike both William and Isaac. Her eyes had flown open and she had remained frozen in her foetal position, eyes scanning the world outside her yellow-tinted fluid-filled Development tank. In her eyes I saw fear. Her eyes were grey, but shone like molten crystal. It appears that getting abnormal eyes is the part and result of the development process.

I had drained her fluid tank, hoping to calm her down; her eyes were alight with fear that was consuming her. As soon as the fluid was below her chin she threw the oxygen mask from her face like it had bit her. She ripped the wires from her skin and had leapt from the tank.

I was unsure of how to handle this. I needed to find out her demon before I could approach her. Should I chain her down? Or should I calm her down gently? But I didn’t need to make a choice.

I saw her eyes flicker to a door. Alas, I understood. She was alike William in his feelings for freedom, but alike Isaac for not resorting to violence or transforming. I was about to chain her, when I saw her crouch down, eyes on the door.

Her face lengthened. Her eyes widened. Claws erupted from her fingernails, and her fingers thickened and shortened. Her spine cracked into place. A tail burst from the end of her crunching spine. Thick auburn fur exploded out of the pores of her skin. Teeth and fangs transformed from teeth. Paws formed. Snout formed. I gasped.

Clara, the timid, frightened female, was a wolf. Not any wolf. She was alike a bear, limbs thick and powerful, snout large and long, teeth 3 and a half inches long. Her eyes were as they were when she was human, speaking of the real person beneath the beast. But all the same, her demon was the strangest wolf I had ever seen.

Even in the beasts might, Clara tail hid between her back legs and she scampered for the door. I had smirked. My creation, with a demon inside her, was running from her master. I will soon have this situation under control anyway.

As fast as an arrow leaves a bow, a large blade on the end of a chain whipped towards Clara as she ran. The blade caught her in the thigh, and she roared out in pain. The blade curled into a hook, digging further into her flesh. Red blood seeped from around the metal sticking out of her leg. With a grim chuckle, I lugged her away to another Containment Chamber to calm down, and be stored.

Another successful experiment, and I, Raymond Gondalatsi, didn’t even break a sweat.

I have decided to halt my experiments for a period of time to mould my creations, to ready them for an attack from my first creation gone rogue. I will try to train them, and teach them intellect and discipline. This will be fun.

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It has been 3 years since enraged William left my lab, and a year since quite Isaac was locked away in a Containment Chamber. I, Raymond Gondalatsi, had created for the third, but probably not the final, time.

But this time she was female. I was confused; surely a male would be more suitable? Surely men were tougher than women, and could take pain better? I considered terminating the girl, but dismissed the thought. She was my creation; I was her god, her master and her father. I would have to bend the rules around her disappointing gender. So she was given the name of Clara.

Clara woke quickly, and she woke unlike both William and Isaac. Her eyes had flown open and she had remained frozen in her foetal position, eyes scanning the world outside her yellow-tinted fluid-filled Development tank. In her eyes I saw fear. Her eyes were grey, but shone like molten crystal. It appears that getting abnormal eyes is the part and result of the development process.

I had drained her fluid tank, hoping to calm her down; her eyes were alight with fear that was consuming her. As soon as the fluid was below her chin she threw the oxygen mask from her face like it had bit her. She ripped the wires from her skin and had leapt from the tank.

I was unsure of how to handle this. I needed to find out her demon before I could approach her. Should I chain her down? Or should I calm her down gently? But I didn’t need to make a choice.

I saw her eyes flicker to a door. Alas, I understood. She was alike William in his feelings for freedom, but alike Isaac for not resorting to violence or transforming. I was about to chain her, when I saw her crouch down, eyes on the door.

Her face lengthened. Her eyes widened. Claws erupted from her fingernails, and her fingers thickened and shortened. Her spine cracked into place. A tail burst from the end of her crunching spine. Thick auburn fur exploded out of the pores of her skin. Teeth and fangs transformed from teeth. Paws formed. Snout formed. I gasped.

Clara, the timid, frightened female, was a wolf. Not any wolf. She was alike a bear, limbs thick and powerful, snout large and long, teeth 3 and a half inches long. Her eyes were as they were when she was human, speaking of the real person beneath the beast. But all the same, her demon was the strangest wolf I had ever seen.

Even in the beasts might, Clara tail hid between her back legs and she scampered for the door. I had smirked. My creation, with a demon inside her, was running from her master. I will soon have this situation under control anyway.

As fast as an arrow leaves a bow, a large blade on the end of a chain whipped towards Clara as she ran. The blade caught her in the thigh, and she roared out in pain. The blade curled into a hook, digging further into her flesh. Red blood seeped from around the metal sticking out of her leg. With a grim chuckle, I lugged her away to another Containment Chamber to calm down, and be stored.

Another successful experiment, and I, Raymond Gondalatsi, didn’t even break a sweat.

I have decided to halt my experiments for a period of time to mould my creations, to ready them for an attack from my first creation gone rogue. I will try to train them, and teach them intellect and discipline. This will be fun.