Origins
Doctor Tageena Kiriath was a Genetics genius at age 19. She had actually cracked the human genome about 10 years before the Human Genome Project was even started, but no one would ever know. Her genius would go unknown and uncelebrated because of an accident, a terrible, tragic accident. Dr. Kiriath was attempting to isolate a way of enhancing, through gene therapy, the strength, healing and agility processes of an average human into something superhuman. She decided to use as base material the most primitive genome she could locate, that of the Constrictor family of serpents. She reasoned that, due to its simplified coding, it would be easier to manipulate and replicate.
She worked tirelessly in complete secrecy for a little over 8 years and had reached a plateau. She had isolated the means to enhance the musculature, bone density, and accelerate the healing process ten fold and more of normal, but there was an unpleasant side effect, permanent irreversible homicidal insanity. At least that’s how it seemed in the rats. Once injected with the serum, the rat would grow stronger, faster and more agile. The healing process after injury would increase by a factor of ten. About a day after injection, the inoculated rat would begin attacking the other rats and killing them, not for food, but simply for the joy of the kill. The enhanced strength and agility made this easy and soon the rat population in the lab dropped 79%.
Kiriath destroyed the rats she had inoculated and prepared to give up the experiments. That is when the unfortunate incident occurred. One rat got loose as she was about to dispose of the last syringe full of the serum. It attacked her and she was finally able to throw it off into a portable incinerator. She still had the syringe in her hand and stumbled over a fallen piece of equipment. When she fell, the entire syringe emptied into her body. She fell unconscious.
Dr. Kiriath awoke 12 hours later, completely changed. She felt and looked stronger. Her muscles were more pronounced and sleeker. Their structure was denser, as were her bones. The bones themselves had thickened and became 4 times denser than before. As she stood up, she cut herself on a piece of broken glass. To her amazement, the cut healed almost as quickly as it had been made and there was virtually no pain. As she examined her hand, she noticed her fingernails that were normally short stubs, (she bit her nails a lot) had thickened and grown out to about an inch and half and sharpened to a point that could cut skin with a touch. “Hmmm, claws. Interesting.” she thought smiling.
Kiriath went upstairs from her lab to the main floor of the home she shared with her father. As she came up the stairs, she noticed how uncomfortable her shoes felt. When she reached the top of the stairs and walked into the kitchen, she kicked them off and did so with such force, that she embedded them in the sheet rock of the ceiling and the wall. She laughed as she pranced around on balls of her feet, never once letting the heel of either foot touch the floor. Her stockinged foot felt more natural to her than even her bare foot. She immediately went to her bedroom and found the best pair of shiny, black hose she could find, stripped herself nude and put them on. They felt like heaven to her and looked at her new body in the mirror on the dresser in front of her.
She caressed her muscular legs, thighs and arms, slowly moving her hands up her body to her bare chest. Her hands slipped over her breasts to her neck and face. It was then that she saw her teeth. Each one had sharpened to a point almost too much for her tongue to bear. “The ssssnake cellsss mussst have done thissss to me!” she said, “Issss that my voice? Hisssss!” Kiriath covered her mouth. She was afraid for a moment, but only for a moment. She realized that the serum, which had been extracted from the Constrictor family of serpents, had mutated her into a human snake! “Well if I am a ssssnake, then I should look the part!” she thought.
She went to her closet and found a snake skin patterned leotard she had worn to a costume party at Halloween the previous year. Sliding it on over her sleek black hose aroused her. Since she was more muscular than when she originally wore it, it was as tight as a second skin. “Oh, yessss! Thisss isss much better! Hisssss!” she remarked. Just then, her father, who was a vile abusive man, came home in a drunken stupor. He called out, “Geena! Where’s my dinner! If you don’t have my food ready in five minutes, I’ll beat you senseless!”
A mindless fury came over her. She no longer saw him as her father, but as prey. Prey to be toyed with and tortured until she was ready…to feed. “Oh Papa dear!” she called out, “Could you come to my bedroom for a moment? I’ve a sssurprise for you!” Incestual abuse being one of the many crimes he was guilty of, her father smiled and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He walked in the bedroom, but didn’t see her. “Geena, baby! Where are you?” he said grinning, “Papa’s waiting for his surprise!”
“Up here, Daddy dearessst!” The voice came from the ceiling. He looked up in fear and amazement. “Ssssurprissse! HISSSSS!” She fell on him. Her father screamed, but his cries fell on deaf ears. She clawed him for 15 minutes, until he passed out from the pain. She patiently waited another hour for him to come to before she wrapped her powerful arms and legs around his body and began constricting him. Each time he would breathe out, she would tighten her “coils” until he nearly suffocated. She waited another twenty minutes for him to awaken again. “Now Papa, you will die! Jusssst like you killed Mama, sssslowly, torturousssly! Like you abusssed me, I have abusssed you! Now, assss you ssssaid when you came home, it issss time to feed! Hisssss!” she said. “Tageena, please I beg you! Show mercy! I’m a sick man! You’re a doctor, help me! Please don’t kill me, Tageena!” he begged.
“Tageena? You have me misssstaken for someone else! Tageena died about twelve hours ago!” she replied. She took him up in her powerful arms and held his arms tightly to his sides. She squeezed hard until she felt his arms begin to give way. He screamed in pain. “Who are you then??” he asked in agony. She smiled and wrapped her legs around him and released her arms. “I’m sssorry, forgive my bad mannerssss. I am Consssstricta, and you have the honor of being my firsssst kill! Now, enough sssweet talk! Now, I shall feed! HISSSSSS!” Without another word, Constricta sank her sharp teeth into her father’s throat and slowly exsanguinated him over the next 2 hours, continuing to claw and constrict him until he was finally dead.
“I think I could make a good living killing people.” she thought, “I seem to have a knack for it! I think I’ll start hiring myself out as an assassin! Who knows I could be the best one day!” |