The Host With the MostPaul staggered out into the early morning fog like a drunkard.The Host With the Most3 years ago in Writing
He hunched into the raised lapels of this too-thin jacket and wandered away from the hotel, disoriented, shivering--panic gnawing at his gut like a cannibal. "I need help," he thought, "but where?" The nearest hospital was the obvious answer, but the thought of what the doctors would do filled his mind with images of hospital beds with straps, extended isolation with no answers and needles piercing his flesh.
The mass on his thigh was growing--that was certain. Paul could feel it writhing and pushing against his flesh as he walked. Lost in his fears, he never noticed the black, windowless van pull up next to him until he heard the van door slide back violently, and rough hands reached out and pulled him out of the grey London mist into darkness.
He awoke with a headache, disoriented. His eyes would not focus and he began to panic, his heart pounding in his ch
Drawn Together"a fit! A seizure! There must be some kind of police report!"Drawn Together3 years ago in Writing
"Sir, any such information would be confidential. But there has been no report of anyone having a 'fit' or 'seizure' this morning. Now, please step aside!"
"No, no. I'm sorry." Paul backed away, suddenly aware that the queue behind him was becoming a small, angry crowd. A policeman stood nearby, radio held to his lips. Someone coughed, "Nutter," as he staggered away from the kiosk and up towards the London streets.
He scanned the crowd surging into the station, hoping to see the shock of red hair and the deep brown of the jacket. A hand gripped his left forearm.
"Is he here? Did you find him?" A man, maybe fifty, stared at Paul with pleading, mud-colored eyes. The close-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair and hangdog features sparked Paul's memory: it was the man with the belt. The wo
Odyssey II Chapter 2He stopped in front of the hotel. The man could feel that his chosen was up there. Yes, that human who had so kindly lain him on his lap and allowed him to give him The Gift. He would spread it and be a perfect catalyst, this man.Odyssey II Chapter 23 years ago in Writing
The plan was proceeding perfectly. Everything would run smoothly, so long as the human survived this change that he was undergoing. Of course, he had no doubt the human would. As he'd gone through the seizure that came with passing on The Gift, the red-haired man had sensed the human's strength. He knew this would work.
However... If they decided to intervene...
No they were completely unaware.
Better get moving anyway, he thought.
Without hesitation, the red-headed man advanced towards the building, his heart beating rapidly as he crossed the threshold into the lobby. He could hear his chosen human's heart beating rapidly. His slight smile turned to a grin, and his eyes flashed a bright silver. Yes, this was it.
The Color of DarknessSara hated travel hated the journey, the movement. Perhaps the wandering of her spirit gave rise to the complacency of her body. Still, the necessity for travel was inescapable.The Color of Darkness3 years ago in Writing
Sweating through a fog of Xanax and Ambien, her hair damp piled and disheveled like heaps of autumn leaves tumbled in ringlets against her cadaverous skin. Her eyes, sharpened by deep shadows, were a tumult of color Indigo. Vermilion. Rust. Mahogany.
Her beauty was cruelly deceptive perverted by time and corrupted by desire. Her perfume was the sweet smell of jasmine and acetylene undercut by the scent of flop sweat and malice an odor that went unnoticed as she walked through the terminal at Heathrow.
They were waiting for her. Their fear was palpable.
"Where is the child?" Sara asked in her heavily accented but inscrutable voice.
"Lost...on the Underground." the man shifted his hands near his wais
Discovering A Disease"What the fuck.."Discovering A Disease3 years ago in Writing
Paul watched in disbelief as the laceration on his leg seemed to start spreading, fluctuating between a variety of different colors while the burning sensation it brought continued to cause extreme pain. What was once normal skin now seemed to be eating away at him, violently deteriorating the excess skin around the circular abrasion to the point where the lather was now striking bare flesh. Confused and scared, he quickly jumped out of the shower and began searching for his computer, not giving a damn if he was naked or not.
The pain was constant even now that he was out of the shower, and it seemed like the deterioration wasn't only affecting his skin, but also the very muscles in his leg. His veins surrounding the infection seemed to be pulsing and dilating, almost as if he had suffered from a snake bite and it's venom rather than just one man and his vomit. When he had finally found his computer and loaded up the internet, the pain had finally stopped, but the sur
Evolving"Excuse me sir are you alright?" Paul glanced up at first dazed at hearing the voice which slowly brought him out of his trance. The glazed look began to fade from his eyes and he took in the sight of the pimply grocery store clerk that stood uncertainly before him. Paul glanced down slowly and saw that he was holding a package of raw meat of which he had torn open and had been eating. Blood dribbled down from his chin. He did not know what to make of this but was seized by great embarrassment. Housewives stood around watching him with paralyzed horror. "Uhh" was all he could say before dropping the meat and fleeing from the store.Evolving3 years ago in Writing
The cold air felt good once he stood outside but he had no idea where he was or how he got there. He had no memory of coming here. He frantically scratched at his chest, over his legs, and arms, those blasted scales itched like hell. He could feel them as if they were alive. They were still moving, morphing. What was happening to him?
He caught s
SkinPaul could hear someone screaming. It took him several seconds to realize it was his own voice he could hear.Skin3 years ago in Writing
The rash crawled down his legs as the spray from the shower tore away great strips of skin to reveal the dazzling kaleidoscope of color beneath. The drain at his feet quickly became choked with the discarded skin and the shower started to fill with water, slivers of pale flesh bobbing across its surface tapping against his shins.
Filled with revulsion, Paul leapt backwards. His foot slipped, skidding sideways, and he fell out of the shower. He grabbed at the shower curtain, tearing it from the rail and dragging it down to the ground with him as he fell. Time slowed as he crashed into the bathroom floor, waves of pain reverberating through his shoulder. His head cracked against the tiles sending bursts of red and blue and orange across his vision.
The shower curtain had become tangled around Paul's legs. He could feel the cold, wet plastic clutching at his ankles. He kicked
An Abduction Fit for a MartianAND IT WASN'T STOPPING!An Abduction Fit for a Martian3 years ago in Writing
Without a second thought, Paul bolted from the shower in a panicked frenzy: out of the room, along the corridor, and down the two flights of stairs to the lobby. All the while savagely scratching his leg, thinking, and screaming:
This can't be happening!
What do I do!?
"GET THIS BLOODY THING OFF ME!"
hospital? Hospital! ok!
Skidding to a halt at the front desk, he lunged over it, grabbed the concierge by her jacket, and roared:
"WHERE'S THE NEAREST HOSPITAL?"
"Calm down sir, what..."
"WHERE THE FFF-UCK IS THE NEAREST HOSPITAL!" Inadvertently spraying spittle all over her face.
"R-r-right ar-r-round th-the corner sir, Th-The College Hospital"
He released her and continued his mad dash for aid; Sprinting across the marble floors, rushing past the alarmed residents, and finally bursting out the front doors of his hotel in Highgate... Only to slam into something so hard, it must have been concr
Sinister Smile Paul quickly went from amazed to frightened. Whatever it was, was spreading fast. His eyes widened as it reached his scrotum. Colors swirling, spawning, multiplying. Paul pushed at the edges of the rash as if trying to fend it off but it was of no use. He fell to the shower floor writhing in pain and pleasure. The feeling was so intense that he lost consciousness.Sinister Smile3 years ago in Writing
When he regained his senses Paul hadn't yet opened his eyes but was sure he was no longer in the shower. He didn't feel the water nor the porcelain floor anymore. His naked body was humming. When he did open his eyes he was almost blinded by the bright burst of colors that swirled before his pupils, or more correctly, onto his pupils.
Paul's mind hummed just as intensely as his body. It was as though he was on another plane of existence. Any kind of fear one should naturally feel at this moment did not occur to Paul. A sensation of peace and tranquility like nothing he's e
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Paul probed the area around the swirling puddle in his flesh. He held his breath. It pulled at him, beckoning him in like a drowned lover. He pushed one finger gingerly into the opening.
The festering colors reached out, spreading beneath the skin of his fingertips and up his wrist. He struggled to pull his hand back, but the infection held him tight in its grasp, sucking his hand deeper into the sore. Paul cried out.
The rash continued to crawl up his arm and across his chest. The same blistering hide formed and then flaked away to reveal liquid and piebald flesh pulsing beneath. His hand sank into the wound, disappearing to the elbow.
"God! Make it stop"
His cry fell mute as his shoulder and jaw slipped passed the borderline, the pain of twisted vertebra more than he could bear. The world collapsed around the edges. Paul's last coherent thought was of the wet metal smell of infection invading his nostrils before his face sank into the hole o
Odyssey II: Chapter 2- Somewhere Under the RainbowOdyssey II: Chapter 2- Somewhere Under the Rainbow3 years ago in Writing
Odyssey II Chapter 2: Somewhere Under the Rainbow
The rainbow stain on Paul's skin wasn't just spreading, it was flowing. It dripped down his leg, pooled on his ankle, and meandered across his foot and toes. It touched the water at his feet and made mini whirlpools on the shower's floor. Burgundy rushed along his hips and sapphire wove its way across his stomach. Canary yellow exploded when the two met at his rib cage and green, purple, and orange sent tendrils up his spine.
Within moments, each of Paul's fingers and toes were covered in three shades of a different color, many of which Paul had no name for. Each hair on Paul's body stood on end, each showing its own array of the color spectrum. His fingernails and toenails turned gray then black and Paul guessed his teeth underwent the same transformation, though he was terrified to look.
Water and color dripped off Paul's fingers, each drop splashed a new color in the rainbow that swirled beneath him.
He scrubbed himself, first
[Odyssey II chapter 2 entry] Cycle"He's an epileptic!"[Odyssey II chapter 2 entry] Cycle3 years ago in Writing
"I've got a belt to put between his teeth!"
"You'll be alright, sir; stay calm."
"Thank goodness it wasn't a bad fit."
And later, through the haze, Paul's own sluggish voice "No, please, I don't care where we've stopped; I'm getting off!"
One month ago, he'd woken at midnight in a steamy hotel shower wearing only a soaked t-shirt, terrified to his core of an impossible recent past.
One month ago, at midnight, he'd changed back from the multicolored right; he'd lost consciousness and woken up just Paul again. His clothes had been in the disarray he'd left them in, but he hadn't found a trace of a vomit stain anywhere.
One month ago, 12:24 a.m., he'd stared at his sweat-beaded face in the mirror, locked wide eyes with himself, felt the memory of what he had supposedly become felt his only evidence slip into a black box for his mind's safekeeping, a midnight black box thankfully, blissfully, far out of c
Under PressurePaul stood in the bathroom, gazing into the oddity that had presented itself upon his leg. The shower had done no good. The colors were still violently spinning in a vortex. A bulge grew in the center of it all.Under Pressure3 years ago in Writing
Paul pulled his groin back, and held it as far away from the infected area as his skin had allowed. In panic, he rushed from the bathroom back to his bedroom to find a phone, all the while taking long, exaggerated steps to prevent any further contact.
He picked up the phone, and hesitated before calling an ambulance. The hesitation had cost him greatly. The pain in his leg had become too great to bear. He dropped the phone on the floor, and clutched the uninfected area around the anomaly. He saw the bulge grow and pulsate. It was coated in a glaze of bodily juices and vivid hues of colors. It poked in and out of Paul's thigh, shrinking and growing in size. Every time it retracted in, the enlargement that came next delivered excruciating pressure from inside his thigh, amplifyin
Chapter 2 aEUR' Goo and You - WhChapter 2 - Goo and You - What to do.Chapter 2 aEUR' Goo and You - Wh3 years ago in Writing
Paul stumbled from the shower, unable to breathe, his entire being on fire with an electrifying pulse of colourful energies; red hues and shades of blue, green and yellow, all the colours imaginable.
Unable to move, Paul waited out the transformation. He passed out, and woke hours later unsure of his surroundings, or if he was alive. Sure, he felt conscious, but also a weird sort of detachment.
Tentatively he raised his hands so he could see what had happened to him. Nothing was there. But that was impossible. Standing up he noticed a puddle of multicoloured goo. A vague memory hit him of the scrubbing the rash. Was the goo what was left of him?
Turning, he looked into the mirror, and let out a small whimper. He had no face. He was, for all intents and purposes, invisible.
How was this possible? What was he now? He looked to where his feet should've been and saw a sliver of coloured goo in the shape a toe. He tried his luck wi
Chapter 2: Memory lossPaul stares in horror as what seems like most of his leg has become an arrangement of the color wheel, begins spreading to the rest of his body. It doesn't necessarily have a feeling that can be described in words. It isn't like it hurts, but is cold, sort of? Maybe grim in a way? Absolutely scary for sure, and most positively bad. He watches as the rainbow infection crawls its way up the inside of his shirt, and he kicks the sudden urge to hysterically giggle as he watches his shirt change and morph color due to the radiance of his illuminating kaleidoscopic chest.Chapter 2: Memory loss3 years ago in Writing
He watches as it spreads to his arms before reaching his neck, almost as if it has to fill him from the bottom up, and he realizes he is no longer holding his nose. He continues to bleed into the bathroom sink, avoiding touching his nose in fear that his hands will spread the disease to his face.
At this point, he snaps out of it. I have to get this off of me before I die Paul concludes. He vigorously starts scraping
Ailing Ways"No!" Paul screamed, "No! No! No!"Ailing Ways3 years ago in Writing
Each outburst was accompanied by a flash of colors from what had once been his skin. With each passing moment there was less and less of him. His lower extremities were already consumed and it was hastily working its way up his chest. Without thinking twice about it, Paul tore at his abdomen, hoping to rip it off like a leach.
He screamed in agony but mercifully his efforts were not in vain. Some of it came off; its alien colors swirled in his hand angrily while piercing his flesh, trying desperately to penetrate. Paul tossed it toward the drain and jumped out of the shower, tripping in the process and landing with a flop on the cold floor. Glancing hurriedly at the substance that was still on his skin he saw that it was no longer spreading, it simply swirled, slower and slower, its colors fading. Gradually it came to a standstill and then his skin returned.
Paul was about to sigh in relief when he heard a sloshing sound from the tub. Frightened, he b
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Ecstasy came on the heels of color.
Paul clutched to the curtain rod as the kaleidoscopic assault continued, his leg awash in a prismatic swirl that spread like wanton whores across his crotch. Thoughts crowded his head with rabid insistence, the A-40 at rush hour, sense and insanity colliding in an endless loop. He heard the vague, distant pop of his knuckles, his grip tightening in the wake of a riotous erection. And then his support gave way, and he toppled into the tub, the rod clattering to the floor as the curtain fluttered after.
Paul gasped at the sudden chill of the porcelain, but his gaze held steady on the orgiastic flutter of colors that devoured his flesh. His other leg fell beneath the wave as it sped down the limb. A comfortable warmth suffused him as his stomach was conquered by the stain, its touch swarming over his ribs with speckled purpose.
In a fleeting moment of clarity, as his chest drowned in the virulent hues, Paul wondered how the tiny stain had so evolv
Odyssey 2 chapter 2Suddenly Paul felt a sting from that area and a thin crimson streak went down his leg the rash was now covering half of his leg so he decided to stop.Odyssey 2 chapter 23 years ago in Writing
He went out from the bathroom and into his bedroom to check his first aid kit luckily he had been thought to carry stuff like this with him almost everywhere.
He found what he was looking for he put the medicine on the rash which was cold, smelled horribly and it made it stink worse bandaged his leg and went to bed to try to take a nap, but it wasn't long till his leg started burning like hell.
Paul started to think of stuff just to get his mind off of his leg his mind rushing through every single frame of memory he had stored in his head until today. Paul thought hard trying to figure out what had happen today exactly his mind clearly confused.
Paul wondered and in his mind started appearing millions of questions why did this have to happen to him why did it have to be him why did someone hate him was it a joke&
This is Most IrregularWearing nothing but his t-shirt and briefs, Paul sat in his local doctor's office. Crumpled up on the ground next to him, lay a pair of joggers he'd grabbed in a hurry on the way out of his room. His doctor sat across from him in a white overcoat. The rash was now the length of his leg, the colour somehow reflecting the rainbow. The doctor picked up a syringe.This is Most Irregular3 years ago in Writing
"Okay, Paul, I'm just going to take a blood sample and swab for analysis if that's alright with you?" he asked; Paul nodded.
As the syringe plunged into his thigh, he felt no pain, only numbness as he watched the tube fill up with his blood. It looked like it had something inside it. It was a silvery colour, not shiny, but dull. The doc held it up to the light with a frown of his face, and then he took a small stick with a cotton bud on the end out his overcoat. Paul winced in pain when the bud connected.
"Okay, this is most irregular, Paul," the doctor said, sniffing the substance. "Hmmm smells like a metal. Possibly Mercury, bu
The View From The MirrorPaul panted heavily, his warm breath captured as fog in the mirror. Blistered skin continued to travel along his smooth pink flesh, forcing hairs out of follicles in a race to claim what was left. A searing pain intensified on the surface of his skin, before turning itself inwards in a sudden rush.The View From The Mirror3 years ago in Writing
Paul tore at his burning skin with frenzied fingernails, wanting nothing more than to make the pain stop. He pried at the tranformation, digging at the loose tendrils in an effort to remove this acidic sheath. Hardened blisters flaked away to reveal a jacket of dark polished scales. Paul was starting to panic, and the mirror laughed. Viciously.
The blister reached his toes and Paul could bear it no longer. He loosed a guttural scream as the blister dove into his feet like a worm and forced his nails from their beds. He wailed as if possessed by a banshee, his muscles clenched so tight they must burst. But it was his skin that gave way first. Elongated metatarsals pushed sharpened
Chapter 2: A MIDNIGHT BEACH TRIPHave you ever woken up without any recollection of where you are or how you got there? It's not a terrifying sensation. It feels as if you are still asleep, just in a new dream. Paul felt that way, before his head started throbbing, and his throat ignited in a vicious dry fire. The moons meek reflection flickered in the ocean, hidden behind a faint whisper of black clouds. A distant whistle of wind rolled over the constant wash of broken waves.Chapter 2: A MIDNIGHT BEACH TRIP3 years ago in Writing
Everything was damp and smelled like salt. He tried to move his right arm, and it responded, the numbness of slumber dying against rough sand. It was naked; the sleeve of his shirt ripped off. How did he get on the beach?
Paul sat up, retching as a mixture of stomach acid and bile burnt through his throat and spilled over his quivering body. His hand grazed his upper thigh, it pounded with pain. Something had dried there. He rubbed some of it onto his hand and sniffed it. It smelled of rusting metal and salt. It was blood. Paul felt sick.
Chapter two entryPaul let his hands fall down and the water wash the soap off his body, as well as a few more flakes of skin. The rash, if it could be called that anymore, had spread halfway down his thigh as well as a good portion of his pelvis. His skin looked like the colourful offspring of a lizard and a toad.Chapter two entry3 years ago in Writing
Out of some perverse curiosity, he poked one of the lumps with his finger. It didn't hurt as much as before. There was still a deep ache under his skin, but nothing that can't be ignored. He turned off the water and dabbed the rash with a towel. There was no way he could get all the water that hid between the blisters, which he could swear had gotten larger since he got out of the shower, so he simply put on a fresh pair of wear and dug out a clean pair of trousers.
The rash began to sting again as he unpacked his laptop and opened up a browser. Whatever this thing was, he knew he needed a doctor. It didn't take long to find a medical clinic nearby, although Paul would have to stretch his und
The EndgameThe bathroom swiveled in one sickening motion . Lights were extinguished. Paul skidded out of the shower and crashed upon the floor. Waves of everchanging colors collided with each other....blood red met emerald green and out came purplish foam . Shutting his eyes, Paul held onto the piece of tiled driftwood, hoping that it would be over soon....that it was a mindtrick, a nightmare, anything but reality...The Endgame3 years ago in Writing
He laid there for a long time. Until the seasick sensation subsided, Paul felt safe enough to get up. His eyes were unfocused, lines were blurred and the room seemed brighter than before. He worked his way over to the mirror and examined the rash. It pulsated and slowly grew larger. Wavering, Paul returned to the bedroom and began to dress. He needed air...he had to get away from that damned hostel and find the nearest hospital.
“What the heck?” Rubbing his eyes