Mold Me

Mold Me

Christian considered himself as an avant-garde artist. He focused on controversial objects, not the lovely. With art, as always, beauty is found in the eye of the beholder.

Christian was working his latest mold. He had cast himself in plaster. Now he was working the enhancements into the mold. It pained him somewhat as he thought his form would normally be found as perfection. Through modern chemistry, surgery and good old hard work at the gym he had sculpted his physique. He prided himself on his build and what he considered the ultimate, maybe not perfect, but damn near the definitive human form.

He had sold his creations worldwide and was widely acclaimed for his dark and sinister works. His newest work, this creation would be a true masterpiece. His studio looked less like an artist’s retreat but rather like a medieval science lab.

This creation was not to be of plaster of Paris or bronze. No. His new medium of choice was living flesh. In this day and age it was possible to research nearly anything on the internet. It took no time at all to discover all he needed to learn on how to extract his own stem cells. The lab equipment that he had required was readily available online as well.

Over the past few months he had siphoned stem cells from his body and had multiplied the numbers through human growth serums. Now he only had to prepare the mold and fill it with the massive blob of living organic matter that his stem cells had grown into.

This creature that he was to produce was not a Frankenstein. He often giggled a bit when he thought of the name that he was to dub this creation; Freakenstein, his masterpiece.

He made the last few adjustments to his mold and sealed the two halves together. Using ropes with block and tackle he was able to hoist the mold into its upright position. It was then positioned below a large container that was suspended from the ceiling. He then set up his scaffolding so that he could access the top of the mold.

He had left a small access hole in the crown of his mold. He uncoiled the medical tubing that was attached to the drain of the overhead container and ran the hose down the hole into the mold. He then turned on the drain spigot and watched as the organic goo dribbled out of the end of the hose down into the mold.

When the container was nearly drained and the goo inside the mold reached the bottom edge of the hole he stopped the spigot and corked the top of the mold. He then winched the mold into a reclined position and removed the corks from the facial structure. Two of the holes would allow for breathing. He inserted a feeding tube into the hole which should align with the mouth of his creation. His work was done, now he only had to wait a proper amount of time for the incubation period.

Six Months Later
It was nearly time to unveil his creation. After months of nonstop monitoring and nurturing his anticipation was at its peak. He was certain that he had attained his goal in creating life. It was time to introduce Freakenstein to the world.

He chiseled at the seam where the two halves of the mold were joined. When he completed the entire circuit of mold he then applied a couple of grappling hooks the top half of the mold and proceeded to hoist it up and away. As he did this he saw movement from within the mold and a voice strangely like his own said, “It’s about damn time”.

Christian was somewhat stunned as he sat down and watched his doppelganger climb naked out of the bottom half of the mold. He then realized that he had not thought through the complete ramifications of this project.

The thing spoke to him again, “Yo, idiot. Yeah you, get up and go fix me a steak. All I’ve had for months is that pabulum you’ve been feeding me. While you’re at it, get me some damn clothes too.” Christian couldn’t find the words to reply so he simply got up and went to do as he was bid.

As he cooked the steak he heard his other self in the bathroom taking a shower. Christian pondered what had occurred. He had not expected a fully cognizant being to rise out of his mold. The steak was done just as he heard the shower shut off.

His clone sauntered into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Give me the steak and go get me some clothes”, he said as he took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Sure thing, but then we’ve got to talk”, Christian replied, as he set the steak and silverware down in front of the thing.
Gathering clothes for Freakenstein, Christian began thinking; this guy is going to have to learn his place. This bossy stuff has got to stop.

As he re-entered the kitchen he saw that the clone had finished his steak and was leaned back in the kitchen chair with his hands behind his head. He tossed the clothes at him and took a seat himself.

The thing addressed him, “Well, it’s about time, you took long enough.”

Christian had enough of this snarky bastard. “Hey bud; it’s time you took a care in how you’re talking to me. I brought you into this world and I can damn sure take you back out.”

“Whoa, look who just grew a pair? But do me a favor, save your tough guy routine for someone who cares. Freakenstein reached down and snatched up his steak knife and whipped it at Christian.

The last thing Christian saw was the handle of the knife quivering in his chest.