The room was dark and dust particles floated through the musty
smelling air. Dim light desperately tried to penetrate through
the grime covered window. The man with the black horned rim
glasses sat at the small desk in the corner perusing over his
"My lovelies soon the world shall see how wonderful you are." He
muttered quietly to himself and to his collection. Inside of the
enclosure, the man was looking at a hybrid of the Killer Ghost
Butterfly. Normally, these butterflies would be semi-harmless to
humans. But with the new hybrids he had been working on, they
would -hopefully- be the end of all human kind. Leaving only the
man and his beautiful creations.
The man slowly got up from the desk and softly dragged his
fingers across the enclosure's glass, causing the butterflies to
stir. He left the room and slowly descended the steps one at a
time. It would soon be the day that all of human kind would be
annihilated. Only a few more tests and his little masterpieces
would be ready.
There was always a reason behind everything. The man knew that
very well. To this day he could still feel the sting of the words
that were yelled at him. The hurt of the punches and kicks he had
received as a child. He had vowed that one day they would all
pay. That day was fast approaching. The man wickedly smiled
behind the black horned rim glasses as he stepped off of the last
step and made his way towards the front door. He had to keep his
composure for the outside world. No one must know what lies
within his little house.
The man placed his hand on the front door knob and turned it
slowly. He put one foot outside of the door and soon the other
one followed. The sun outside was bright and clear. It was a very
beautiful day indeed.
'It shall be even more beautiful once my beautiful creations and
I are the only ones to witness it!' The man thought happily. He
strolled alongside the road his hands in his pockets. On the
outside the man was very handsome and had natural good looks.
Bright green eyes stood out from behind the black horned rim
glasses. Shifting his gaze to the scenery around him, the man
watched as a neighbor waved hello, completely unaware of her soon
to be destruction. The man cast a smile her way and then turned
back forwards. it was all an act of course. Deep down he had a
burning hatred for every human being but himself. The reason why
he even left his house was to pretend that he was a part of the
human society. He went to work and went out with his "friends".
No one knew of his secret little plan.
The man was deep in thought, thinking about how it would only be
exactly one more day before the destruction of the humans. A
laugh caught in his throat and he choked it down. Making sure he
looked presentable he walked a few more blocks and got to his
work office and said hello to his coworkers. Soon the man got to
work and the time passed by quickly. Near the end of his shift
the man walked up to a "favorite" coworker of his and asked if
he would like to have a drink back at his place. The male
coworker agreed eagerly and soon once there shift had ended they
both left together and walked back to the man's house. The man
would make his special corkscrew. Which was just a bunch of
alcohols mixed together. The man enjoyed it, so he thought his
coworker would as well.
When they reached his house the man opened the front door and
let his coworker inside. The coworker looked around and was
satisfied with the looks of the inside.
"So, What kind of drinks are we having?" The coworker asked the
man. He replied swiftly and with a fake smile.
"We are having what I call a corkscrew, it is my own concoction,
I hope you like it Sam." He said not really caring if the
ungrateful human liked it or not. But he soon went into the
kitchen and prepared the drink. It was only a few more minutes
when he came back out he handed Sam the drink and sipped at his
own. Sam looked around and noticed some beautiful plants that
were potted in the corner.
"Nice plants you got there. What are they for?" He asked
curiously eye balling the plants some more. A chill passed
through the man's body. '˜They're food for my creations..' The
man thought but he quickly replied.
"They bring some good old oxygen into the air." He lied and
blinked his eyes a few times and turned his gaze to his drink and
sipped at it. Soon Sam followed suit. One sip of the drink and
Sam was about to gag. He gulped down what was in his mouth and
looked frantically around for some place to dump the drink.
'The plants!' He thought gratefully and waited for the man to
turn his back and soon the dirt holding the plant was soaking up
the alcohol beverage. The man soon turned back around and was
happy to see Sam had drank all of the drink.
"Did you like it Sam?" He asked curiously, Sam replied with a
lying nod. The man was satisfied and soon after talking for an
hour or so Sam left, returning back to the work office to drive
The man was happy that Sam had left. He could be alone with his
butterflies. Grabbing the plant the man trekked up the stairs and
carefully pulled the leaves off and set them into the enclosure.
The butterflies quickly devoured them. With a gracious smile the
man turned and left the room, heading to his own and laying down
upon the bed and he began to sleep.
When the man woke up in the morning, he did not hear the soft
flapping of butterfly wings that he usually heard. It troubled
him deeply. Quickly getting out of bed, the man hurried into the
unlocked room where the butterflies where held. Panic seized his
chest as he looked about the enclosure. Not a stir of movement,
and he had left the enclosure's food door open! The man cursed
himself and quickly stepped closer. A strangled cry caught in his
throat. His butterflies, they were all dead..all dead. Falling to
his knees the man held his head in his hands. He was actually
crying. Bitter tears spilled from his eyes as he wept over his
ruined creations. It was ruined. His plan and his creations.
Then anger seized him. Cold biting anger. He wrenched himself up
and angrily knocked over the glass enclosure. It tipped over and
crashed into millions of pieces. Racing out of the room, the man
knocked himself into the walls and soon stumbled down the stairs
to the kitchen. He then grabbed a thick rope from underneath the
kitchen sink. It was his only way. Grabbing a chair from the
table he strung up the rope hastily and tied it around his neck.
Kicking the chair out from underneath his feet the rope caught in
the air and his neck was snapped. The life quickly faded from his
eyes. The house was dead silent. But what the man didn't know was
that a single butterfly managed to escape from the deaths of its
kin. It slowly flew out of the window and into the world.