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It’s Alive! Tales of Mad Scientists
It’s Alive! Tales of Mad Scientists
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Monsters roam the night! Creatures of horror stalk human prey! Strange happenings ending in violent death! All of this and more the product of insane science perpetrated by men and women most would call mad!

IT’S ALIVE: TALES OF MAD SCIENTISTS from Pro Se Productions brings that most unusual of characters into the glow of the flashing lightning in the night sky! The Mad Scientist, certain that what they do is for the good of the world, or perhaps only because Science demands they do it, or even simply because they can! Whatever the motivation, authors Hope Erica Schultz, Forrest Dylan Bryant, and Carson Denmans dig deep into the twisted minds of those who seek to further Science by breaking the very laws of reality!

Listen...You’ll hear them as electricity sizzles, as solutions boil and bubble. There, hear it? That maniacal scream of....

IT’S ALIVE! TALES OF MAD SCIENTISTS
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PublisherPro Se Press
Release dateJul 4, 2016
ISBN9781370710447
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Based in Batesville, Arkansas, Pro Se Productions has become a leader on the cutting edge of New Pulp Fiction in a very short time.Pulp Fiction, known by many names and identified as being action/adventure, fast paced, hero versus villain, over the top characters and tight, yet extravagant plots, is experiencing a resurgence like never before. And Pro Se Press is a major part of the revival, one of the reasons that New Pulp is growing by leaps and bounds.

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    It’s Alive! Tales of Mad Scientists - Pro Se Press

    It's Alive

    By

    Carson Demmans, Forrest Dylan Bryant, Hope Erica Schultz

    Table of Contents

    The Curious Case of the Jackal and Doctor Hydra

    The Six Brains of Doctor Mektro

    I

    II

    III

    IV

    V

    VI

    Recycling

    About the Authors

    Published by Pro Se Press at Smashwords

    IT'S ALIVE

    A Pro Se Publications

    All rights reserved under U.S. and International copyright law. This book is licensed only for the private use of the purchaser. May not be copied, scanned, digitally reproduced, or printed for re-sale, may not be uploaded on shareware or free sites, or used in any other manner without the express written permission of the author and/or publisher. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

    The Curious Case of the Jackal and Doctor Hydra by Carson Demmans

    Six Brains of Dr. Mektro by Forrest Dylan Bryant

    Recycling by Hope Erica Schultz

    Editing by Richard Thomas and Wayne Carey

    Cover Art by Larry Nadolsky

    Book Design by Antonino Lo Iacono

    www.prose-press.com

    IT'S ALIVE

    © 2016 Each Respective Author

    The Curious Case of the Jackal and Doctor Hydra

    by

    Carson Demmans

    Different people react in different ways when they see a human being die as a result of suddenly being bisected vertically, with each half of the body falling away from each other. Some people will scream, others will freeze in place and be unable to move, and some will simply faint.

    Dr. Hydra reacted by calmly going through the mail in his inbox.

    Dr. Thorn, long recognized as the world’s most evil botanist, entered the large laboratory, which served as a combination of testing ground for Dr. Hydra’s latest inventions and a command center for his criminal empire, and glanced at the two halves of the recently deceased lab assistant. Thorn was a thin man in his late sixties, and his tall thin body resembled the stalk of one of the plants he studied. He seemed to lack muscle mass entirely and his body seemed to tremble in the wind even when no wind was blowing.

    His name was Miller, wasn’t it? he asked Dr. Hydra, who was still busily going through his mail.

    Something like that, Dr. Hydra replied without looking up. Miller, Mills, Milton…that’s it: Milton.

    He seemed nice, Dr. Thorn continued.

    I suppose so, Dr. Hydra agreed. He was polite, at least. So many young people are not these days.

    Dr. Thorn took a closer look at the remains of the lab assistant, who had actually been named Michaels, and had not been polite so much as terrified when he realized he was not working for a secret government think tank but for a criminal organization which was only spoken about in drunken whispers at scientific symposiums. This team of evil masters was composed of scientists from every branch of science ranging from genetics to industrial psychology and was led by Dr. Hydra, made rich a thousand times over by unleashing new terrors on the world and then getting rid of them for a large fee.

    Laser? Thorn asked.

    I imagine so, Hydra replied as he was beginning to become annoyed. Of course it had been a laser! Hadn’t Thorn bisected enough living people in his life to know that the only way it could be done without blood being spilled was to use a high powered laser?

    You imagine? You mean you didn’t do it? Thorn asked with some surprise.

    Of course not! Hydra said with growing annoyance. Good lab assistants, especially polite ones, are impossible to find in today’s labor market. Why in the world would I have killed Millard?

    Mallard, Thorn replied.

    Ah yes, Mallard, Hydra replied. Excellent fellow.

    Dr. Hydra had not found the envelope he was looking for in his first attempt, so he began going through the stack of correspondence again. He knew it would be there as soon as he had seen the dead lab assistant when he entered his lab that morning, and he would continue looking for it until he found it. Until then, Thorn would have to wait before he received his full attention. Hydra was considerably younger than Thorn, but there was no doubt that he was the older man’s superior. Heavy set and completely bald, he was powerful looking if not actually physically powerful, and as ruthless as his dark eyes made him appear.

    Over his long career Dr. Thorn had created Venus flytraps large enough to consume a small child and poison ivy that was so toxic that anyone touching it would suffer third degree burns. He had seen people die horrible death in every way imaginable. The sight of the dead lab assistant had caused him no distress at all, but the sudden realization of who was responsible for that death shook him to his core and made him sick to his stomach.

    You mean he was here? Dr. Thorn asked in horror as the blood drained from his face. He was here, in our most secure area? The very heart of our organization?

    If you plan on saying anything today, Thorn, that would not be patently obvious to one of the mutated petunias you have sexual relationships with when you think nobody is looking, it would be a pleasant change from everything else you have said this morning! Dr. Hydra said as his annoyance grew into anger.

    Dr. Thorn’s only response was to flush slightly as the blood that had drained from his face in terror returned with anger. Petunia! How absurd! He had never had any romantic interest in petunias in his life. Lilies certainly, but never petunias!

    Dr. Hydra finally found what he had been looking for. The name of the sender on the outside of the envelope was irrelevant as Hydra knew that the true sender always disguised his identity by using the stationery of suppliers that Hydra routinely dealt with. The identity of the true sender was only revealed by the fact that the envelope was unusually thin as it only contained a single sheet of paper which would be blank except for a symbol on it in the shape of animal’s paw print. With the satisfaction of finding what he had been looking for while being distracted by Thorn’s idiotic observations, Dr. Hydra triumphantly held up the piece of paper for Thorn to see.

    Not only did the recently returning blood retreat from Thorn’s face yet again, it filed a change of address card with the proper authorities signalling that it would never return. Thorn was a botanist because he had never had any interest in animals of any kind. As a child his parents had taken him to zoos but he had always hated it and found it to be boring until he found that some of the pretty plants he loved so much could make the disgusting animals die in very entertaining ways. Thorn hated everything about animals, and never bothered to learn much about them. But, as could any other scientist in Hydra’s employ, he could easily recognize the paw print on the sheet of paper held by Hydra even though the lighting was bad and he was twenty feet away from the small symbol.

    The Jackal! Thorn hissed, finding it difficult to speak with no blood in his face, something he would not overcome without any success until he had gone through weeks of physiotherapy followed by months of psychotherapy to overcome the trauma of being touched by his physiotherapist.

    Dr. Hydra looked at Dr. Thorn in disgust. He shook his large head in disbelief. His body and his mind were in a constant state of motion and activity, and he expected the same from all of his department heads, including Doctor Thorn. He looked at Thorn again, and although he had known the man for years, tried to look at him as if he was seeing him for the first time. Exactly how stupid was his subordinate? He decided that he would have to double-check Thorn’s credentials as he was finding it impossible to believe that anyone that stupid could ever earn a Ph.D. even if it was in some God forsaken branch of biology that barely qualified as a science.

    Of course it was the Jackal, Thorn! Dr. Hydra snarled. What scientific hypothesis were you working on? Did you suspect that a troop of boy scouts had broken into this complex and killed Mullard so they could earn the coveted Sabotaging Evil Scientific Criminal Organization merit badge? Of course it was the Jackal! It could have been nobody else but the Jackal!

    Molnar, Dr. Thorn replied.

    Whatever! Dr. Hydra yelled.

    The piece of paper bore no signature, and was identical to all of the previous ones that had been found after similar deaths and acts of destruction in Hydra’s organization. Even after half a dozen or so minions in field operations located far from the main lab had died horribly, it wasn’t until Dr. Horton, who had been only the fourth most evil biochemist in the world but was the only one who would agree to work outside of the lucrative pet food industry, had been impaled by a booby trap left near his tank of steroid fed piranha, that anyone had identified the animal print on the tell-tale notes as belonging to a jackal that the saboteur had been given his name.

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