Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.
Three dead pigs are reanimated by unethical scientists, but have they gone too far, messing with Mother Nature and the boundaries of what should be possible. The scientists used their own brain cells in the process, inadvertently forming a mind meld with the pigs. Reliving the pigs’ last few horrific hours, fear and rage is forcing the scientists to enact revenge on the slaughterhouse employees and owner.
The trio clinked champagne glasses. “To being the first lab to bring dead pigs back to life,” Professor Straw toasted, his smile wavering when Bob’s scowled. “Don’t start with the ethics board again, no one will find out we used our own brain cells,”
Straw drunkenly collapsed on the backroom cot. Barely asleep he felt an electric jolt, opening his eyes to the sight of a ramp leading into a pen of frightened pigs. Why was he at their level? Who was the man with the bolt gun? Squealing he knew the mind meld Bob warned him about was real.
Nursing a champagne hangover Professor Sticks turned into the drive-thru for his usual breakfast sandwich. The swig of back coffee felt medicinal but when he took a bite of the greasy concoction the smell of bacon nauseated him. Perplexed he forced down a bite, and revulsion struck. Anger curdled his blood and he tromped on the gas as visions of the smoke stack from the nearby meat processing plant called to him and the sadistic men inside. He squealed with glee as he imagined how he would pay them back. Blood seeping into the drain would be human, not porcine.
John Brick answered the front door to two men in lab coats. “Can I help you?”
“Are you the owner of the packing plant?”
“Yes, and you are?”
“We are from the university to discuss securing more animals for our research.”
If the scientists were showing up, it must mean more money. The greed in his eyes was replaced by fear as they suddenly brandished meat hooks. He stumbled to the back door but it was blocked by another man in a lab coat, with three pigs on leashes. As they devoured him, his squeals were silenced by contented grunts.
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