To her, they were freaks, mere misfits in the grand order of things. She paid no attention to an unfortunate pair of mutated creatures as their flaming bodies hurdled through the air and into a lake. But at least the gargoyle-like creatures he created were just flesh and blood. The first time the doctor lost control over his research, a colony of bats was contaminated. She felt as if she was being stabbed by thousands of barbed, serrated-edge knives over and over, tearing apart the very fabric of the delicate and balanced world she had created. In a cold sweat, she looked down and saw the smoke belching out of Doctor Scott’s research facility. Amidst the dark, storm clouds looming over Northern Ontario, icy shivers ran up and down Mother Nature’s back.
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