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The Lurker Below
Deep beneath the city, where the light never touched and the air reeked of rot, a monster stirred. Its claws scraped against crumbling concrete, its yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness. But this creature wasn’t born of nature. It was made. By Dr. Victor Halstrom.
A man who once stood at the pinnacle of genetic research, Halstrom had been obsessed with evolutionary biology , the idea that human DNA could be enhanced. His experiments were illegal, his ethics nonexistent. After his lab was shut down, he vanished. The world above forgot him. But he hadn’t stopped. He just moved underground.
The Sewer Lab
Halstrom set up a hidden lab in the city’s labyrinthine sewer system, harvesting DNA from reptiles, amphibians and even venomous snakes. Rats and stray animals became his test subjects, their mutated remains clogging drainage tunnels. But failure after failure pushed him further into madness. He began experimenting on himself.
“I will transcend humanity,” he muttered, injecting himself with a serum spliced from Komodo dragons and monitor lizards. For days, nothing happened. But then the changes began. His skin hardened to scales. His limbs elongated, muscles bulging with unnatural strength. His eyes slit, his tongue forked. And his mind… unraveled. Victor Halstrom died in that sewer. The Lurker was born.
The Monster Awakens
For months, people living near the old storm drains reported strange noises scraping, hissing, guttural growls. Pets disappeared. Then people. Sewer workers sent to investigate never returned. The city chalked it up to accidents, blaming collapsing tunnels and gas leaks. Until the first body surfaced. It was barely recognizable as human. Torn apart. Partially devoured.
The police sealed off the tunnels, but curiosity bled into fear as more bodies turned up, limbs gnawed to the bone. Rumors spread of a “Lizard King” dwelling in the undercity. A creature that stalked the forgotten veins of the metropolis, hungry, watching…
The Hunt Below
A team of specialists armed to the teeth and wearing gas masks was sent to eliminate the threat. They descended into the tunnels, flashlights slicing through the gloom. They found the lab. Rust-covered cages filled with half-dead abominations. Claw marks gouged into steel. And a journal soaked in blood. The last entry read: “My transformation is complete. I no longer fear the dark. I am the dark.” The team never made it back to the surface. Their mutilated gear washed into the river, slick with blood and slime.
The Lurker Lives
To this day, no one speaks of the disappearances. The city quietly covers it up. Blocks off more tunnels. Builds over old sewer lines. But late at night, those who live near manholes and drainage grates swear they hear something. A scraping sound. The clink of claws on metal. And a low, rasping hiss… Like something is waiting. Watching. Hungry.
Deep beneath the city, where the light never touched and the air reeked of rot, a monster stirred. Its claws scraped against crumbling concrete, its yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness. But this creature wasn’t born of nature. It was made. By Dr. Victor Halstrom.
A man who once stood at the pinnacle of genetic research, Halstrom had been obsessed with evolutionary biology , the idea that human DNA could be enhanced. His experiments were illegal, his ethics nonexistent. After his lab was shut down, he vanished. The world above forgot him. But he hadn’t stopped. He just moved underground.
The Sewer Lab
Halstrom set up a hidden lab in the city’s labyrinthine sewer system, harvesting DNA from reptiles, amphibians and even venomous snakes. Rats and stray animals became his test subjects, their mutated remains clogging drainage tunnels. But failure after failure pushed him further into madness. He began experimenting on himself.
“I will transcend humanity,” he muttered, injecting himself with a serum spliced from Komodo dragons and monitor lizards. For days, nothing happened. But then the changes began. His skin hardened to scales. His limbs elongated, muscles bulging with unnatural strength. His eyes slit, his tongue forked. And his mind… unraveled. Victor Halstrom died in that sewer. The Lurker was born.
The Monster Awakens
For months, people living near the old storm drains reported strange noises scraping, hissing, guttural growls. Pets disappeared. Then people. Sewer workers sent to investigate never returned. The city chalked it up to accidents, blaming collapsing tunnels and gas leaks. Until the first body surfaced. It was barely recognizable as human. Torn apart. Partially devoured.
The police sealed off the tunnels, but curiosity bled into fear as more bodies turned up, limbs gnawed to the bone. Rumors spread of a “Lizard King” dwelling in the undercity. A creature that stalked the forgotten veins of the metropolis, hungry, watching…
The Hunt Below
A team of specialists armed to the teeth and wearing gas masks was sent to eliminate the threat. They descended into the tunnels, flashlights slicing through the gloom. They found the lab. Rust-covered cages filled with half-dead abominations. Claw marks gouged into steel. And a journal soaked in blood. The last entry read: “My transformation is complete. I no longer fear the dark. I am the dark.” The team never made it back to the surface. Their mutilated gear washed into the river, slick with blood and slime.
The Lurker Lives
To this day, no one speaks of the disappearances. The city quietly covers it up. Blocks off more tunnels. Builds over old sewer lines. But late at night, those who live near manholes and drainage grates swear they hear something. A scraping sound. The clink of claws on metal. And a low, rasping hiss… Like something is waiting. Watching. Hungry.