This story was supposed to be a 5 minute freewrite but it gained so much momentum that I could not bring myself to stop it from running it's course. I hope you enjoy what I have crafted here.
Daniel saw Sheila standing above it's pen and walked over to her. "We have to kill it Sheila," he said soothingly, "it's appetite for blood grows more ravenous every day. As does it's aggression. We failed. I'm sorry, there is no alternative." Sheila could feel the anger welling inside of her. Didn't he realize what he was asking? That would be throwing away five years of research. "We can't! I won't let you kill him, not yet!" Her voice was commanding and anxious. "He is just now starting to understand basic commands. We don't even know if, maybe, he can be conditioned to control his cravings." You're not thinking clearly Daniel! Give him a little more time, please!?" Daniel just stared at her in amazement. "Listen to yourself Sheila. He, him? It is no longer an experiment for you! You've grown far too attached and that thing down there is dangerous! I'm ending this now! You don't have to stay and watch but you need to stand aside. Now!" He moved to the edge of the sunken pen and raised up the tranquilizer gun to aim down at the creature. Sheila reacted and punched Daniel in the side of his head. When he spun to confront her she slapped at him and grabbed the gun which she easily wrestled from him in his surprise of what had just happened. In a fluid movement she stepped backward and fired the dart into his chest. The force of the dart hitting him made Daniel stagger backwards. The drug started to take hold of him almost immediately and he fell to the floor mouthing a slurry "no". Sheila was in a fog. All of what had just happened took place in less than a minute and it was still playing in her mind. She tried to focus her thoughts and decide her next move. When Daniel woke, if Daniel woke, there would definitely be repercussions for her actions. She would be able to protect him from them. She determined the only way to resolve this would be to take Daniel out of the equation. If there were an accident then she had a good chance of convincing them to keep the project alive. She couldn't bear it if they killed him. She loved him like a mother loves her child and she had to protect him. There were no cameras on this part of the deck, they were all focused on the pen and her baby. She walked over to Daniels body and struggled to lift him up to the rail, apologizing through her sobs and grunts. Tears were heavy in her eyes as she grabbed his legs and flipped him into the pen. The creature was on him instantly and she thought she heard a scream trying to escape Daniel as the creature started tearing him to shreds and devouring him. There would be no evidence of the dart or the altercation. All that would be on the cameras would be his body falling into the pen and the creature overtaking it. She tried to concoct a scenario in her mind as to why he would be in a position to fall into the pen as the creature continued to tear pieces of meat off of Daniels carcass. She was sure she would think of something viable. She had to, she was not going to let them kill her baby. He was done eating now and he moved back to his favorite part of the pen and laid down making a loud whiney-purry sound as he stared up at her. "Does baby feel better now? Him's such a good boy! Yes him is!," she play talked to him nurturingly, "I think it's time mommy gave you a name. I'm going to call you Daniel. Would you like that?" The animal just turned his head to the side a bit like he was listening and let out a deep shrieking kind of sound as if in approval.
