Dreams of the DeepPaul's whole world was spinning. The Proxitol made it incredibly difficult for him to think clearly. Maya? Yes, her name was Maya. She had told him it would only be a few days, that the thing inside would dissolve. She'd been wrong, and she'd been surprised that she'd been wrong, not that it mattered. Resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the cell he called a room, PaulDreams of the Deep3 years ago in Writing
could almost laugh about how this all seemed like some ridiculous dream. But the pain, the disorientation, and the feeling of...something inside...assured him it was anything but.
The growth had started spreading again, but it was different this time. The iridescent scales had formed
patches around his hips, wrapped around his waist, and then branched out into two separate lines that
ran up and gathered around his shoulder blades, sprouting opaque sacs.
That night he dreamed of an ocean, somewhere far, far away. Something large and shapeless, sparkling like a star-covered
Fight or FlightAfternoon faded into evening and Lysanna cursed herself as mirror shards carved glyphs into her sick-pink flesh. Iridescent black fluid oozed from her wounds and cast a glimmer like starlight into the room's darkness.Fight or Flight3 years ago in Writing
That bastard and his lonely little war. she thought.
If he hadn't disrupted the parturition none of this would be necessary.
Lysanna wanted revenge against that harrowed fool but there was no time; survival of the Scion was all that mattered. Her life now forfeit; a sacrifice for the childe. She would inflict her wrath upon her sister - punishment for a millennia of diaspora and her betrayal - before joining the others in their exile...
...but not in their failure.
Paul's senses sharpened. The nausea subsided as the fog behind his eyes began to clear. Time and place were lost to him. The van was gone - smells of oil and metal replaced by damp and earth - the glow of the fading sun cast eerie shadows through the room's broken window.
Death is CallingPaul's nightmare begins very subtly, but gets much worse.Death is Calling3 years ago in Writing
Dreams and Nightmares...
Their all the same
Who says their not?
Dreams and Nightmares...
Their all the same
Who says their not?
Dreams and Nightmares...
Death is Calling...
Death is Coming...
The chant is repeated in an eerie sharp voice. Another voice joins in and adds a flat tone to the already disturbing poetry. There is a hollowness in their voices that cannot be ignored. The two voices inflected and sounded as if snakes were now singing and hissing. The voices changed to a youth and an image of dolls and toy cars... Old, rusted, and covered in dirt and grime. The voices faded then came back pronounced.
All in Due TimePaul studied Maya. The small redhead with the big knife frightened him.All in Due Time3 years ago in Writing
"We're running low," Maya said to the pale man while shaking the bottle of Proxitol. "I have to get some more."
Paul's head pounded and his skin itched; it was all he could do to keep from going mad. "She's going to hurt you," a voice said from inside his head. At least he thought it was in his head.
"I…have…to...go," Paul said as he tried his best to sit up.
"Lie down," Maya ordered.
The pale man and Maya stood next to Paul. The pale man touched Paul's forehead. His hands were ice. Paul flinched.
"This better work," the pale man said to Maya, "I don't understand why you're so sentimental. We would be done already if it wasn't for your pathetic love for these animals."
"Do not forget the debt you owe me."
"I'm here aren't I? And you're pet is still alive."
Maya shook her head then looked at Paul, who lay on his back, shaking violently with cold.
"Paul, nod if you can hear me," s
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"Soft spot," Maya said tapping the back of her neck in the approximate area where the hilt grew out of the dead guy's head.
"You killed him."
"You think? We have to move." She dragged him along, out past the two metal doors taller than he. Outside he inhaled cold, fresh air.
Paul looked back. He'd been in some kind of storage container and now this woman, Maya, had killed a man and he was watching her breath make lung shaped clouds in the air and the way her but moved as she stalked ahead of him. Then she had a hand on his chest and a finger to her lips with the international sign for 'shut the fuck up'. She dropped, falling into a feral crouch, all her weight on the balls of her feet. A figure rounded the corner of the storage container, she took him down like a lithe predator on Animal Planet. The guy didn't stand a chance.
Paul was about to point out she'd
Chapter 4 Death til us part"Ha! I know one thing you don't!" an orange haired girl says to her sister, dancing around her with glee. The sister, with black and white hair is getting quite annoyed of what's happening around them, including her younger sister. This viral attack on people is beginning to be to much for herself.Chapter 4 Death til us part3 years ago in Writing
"Shut up, your already starting to piss me off." she said.
Groups of people passed by them, with emotionless and scared looks on their faces. Maya was among them, trying to walk straight, her mental state growing colder every minute.
Downtown, Paul is in a rundown alley, with only darkness as his best friend and the dimming street lights his only way around. He clutches his stomach, wishing that the damn thing would just go up and disappear already. Right now, he'd wish Maya would come back soon. She had gone and tried to go find some food as they have not eaten for days. And with the little money they had, that was extremely impossible.
The girl sometimes scared him though. The way she so
Vengeance Be Sweet, Liars be KindMaya stared hard at the infection on Paul’s leg. The colors still writhed with enthusiasm, as if the Proxitol had had no effect on them. However, she knew it was hurting. This host was simply stronger than all the others had been. It would not let go of this man so easily. This Paul was a real piece of work.Vengeance Be Sweet, Liars be Kind3 years ago in Writing
“Hey, Mitchell,” she addressed the man driving the van.
“Yeah, Mai?” he said, grinning over at her.
She grimaced. Unbelievable flirt. “How much farther until base?”
“Not far. About another ten minutes of driving and we should be there.” He shifted his cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other, taking a long drag then letting it go.
Maya grunted in acknowledgement and looked back at the Progeny.
“You’re doing well, Maya. You’re killing the monstrosity off.”
Her whole body froze as the presence swelled in her head. It was all consuming, its thoughts and emotions swirling with hers
What Swims BeneathWater. Clear and cool, Paul woke to the soothing sound of it splashing, coursing with ease, each drop falling to join the collective. He had the sudden desire to touch it, to feel its wetness on his skin. As he blinked away the last remnants of a sleep he couldn't recall entering, Paul found the source of the calming sound. He watched as Maya capped the pitcher and set it down, holding a cup out to him.What Swims Beneath3 years ago in Writing
"Here, drink this," she said.
He took it without a word and downed half of it, letting the cup rest in his lap. The water inside reflected a small shimmer of light from the van's overhead. Paul found it oddly mesmerizing.
"It's the Proxitol," she explained. "It dehydrates."
Paul didn't know how long he'd been out but it was clear that he was still in the same van, and it was still in motion. "What's happening to me?" he asked. "And where are we going?"
"We're taking you somewhere safe, don't worry. I want to help you, Paul." She laid a hand gently on his shoulder and s
Sibling Rivalry“Stop! You’re killing me!” Paul strained against the restraints on his wrists and ankles. They dug into his skin. He’d agreed to Maya’s strongly worded suggestion that he be secured to the exam table while they infused more Proxitol. It had seemed reasonable given her earlier concerns in the van that he ‘might get out of control’ but now…Sibling Rivalry3 years ago in Writing
“You need to let it work, Paul!” she said as two other blank-faced men held down his shoulders. He couldn’t squirm anymore and watched as the yellow liquid dripped through the plastic tube and into his forearm. Each droplet burned its way upward, burrowing towards his heart and increasing his nausea.
“Why are you doing this?” He slumped. The question came from a foreign place. Hadn’t she already told him why? Hadn’t he agreed?
Maya’s fingers paused on the IV tubing’s infusion dial. “I thought you wanted to take care of the problem.”
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Maya's fingers lingered on the blade, braced on her hip, evaluating the strength of its
constitution, the fortitude of its resolve. Her resolve. Whatever her motives, her
convictions were subject to sentience- to weakness. The mass coagulating within its
host, writhing, squirming, feeding, was relentless in its pursuit. It was nothing but a
cellular abomination, a thief, a parasite. But there was something within her, some
goddamn thing that stayed her hand from emulsifying that grisly flesh and
penetrating, over and over, into its bloody remains. It wasn't empathy,
really, her relation to the beast hijacking the faculties of the human before her, a
scourge driven only by its baser compulsions, was minimal. She'd slaughtered the
putrid little creatures before—scores of them—depleting their numbers by dozens.
Guilt was a closer approximation, but not accurate, by definition. Harboring guilt
implied some great expression of kindness, of love, that contrasted w
RunningThere was a sharp pinch as the bevel of the needle pierced Paul's flesh. He winced in pain as he watched the tiny scrap of metal slowly glide into his arm. Maybe it was the dim light that glinted off of it, maybe it was the fact that a foreign object was now embedded in his skin, or maybe it was the way Maya's hands moved with such deftness and skill: one thought permeated Paul's mind. And it was to run.Running3 years ago in Writing
As Maya's thumb came down on the plunger Paul jerked his arm away, wrenching the syringe out or her hand. She sat back in alarm as he pulled the needle out and gripped his arm. "What the hell?" said the red-head as her eyes seemed to faze from their deep blue to black.
"Don't touch me." Paul's voice trembled.
"Excuse me?" she asked, rising. Her presence seemed to tower over him, and Paul felt a nervous feeling settle into his bones.
"I-I...No needles. I don't need the Proxitol."
She laughed and stepped forward as he took a step back. "You're delusional. The symptoms are progressing; I'
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"Always the voyeur, Lysanna," Maya said, turning to look directly through her sister's magical portal.
"Seramayas. You certainly look comfortable in human skin."
"We land nymphs always have gotten along well with people, unlike those of you from the sea. Perhaps your offspring would have done better had you started with a fish instead."
Lysanna bristled at her sister's words.
Despite all pretences of civility, they were at war and they both knew it very well. With the gods of old dying, the nymphs of the world were fighting for power, position, and continued existence. And to gain anything territory had to be expanded, rivals had to be eliminated, and armies had to be built. There was no time to waste and Lysanna's time was running out.
The Weakest LinkLysanna moved the shards around like a camera, and the image changed to show other people in the vicinity. She was looking for a clue, anything that would give her an idea to where they were. As she moved the shards, she noticed a sign that read ‘Bobs Auto Repairs’, then focused back on her sister and progeny.The Weakest Link3 years ago in Writing
As she watched, the form of her sister sniffed at the air, as if there had been a bad smell. Then suddenly, her head snapped in her direction and slowly, a smile began to fade into existence. Startled, Lysanna gasped and dropped the shards, which shattered into pieces on the hard wooden floor.
“Damn,” she muttered.
She cracked her fingers, then knelt down and began to pull a floorboard up. Beneath the board, there was a small metal tin which Lysanna grabbed with her free hand and pulled free of the dark hole, then let go of the floorboard with the other. Once opened, the tin held within just a few items. She took out a small dagger and placed it in the wai
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a hand touching my face are you still him?
a little lady waiting a window.
are you still him?
waiting in the window voice so cold
saying i need you i want you
but a little lady waiting in a window
are you still him???
but the tall man never come back
never say good bye to the little
lady has been waiting to the window
and the tall man say i will never be him...
Odyssey II : Chapter 4 : RunLysanna inhaled and breathed onto the mirrors. Wet air fogged the surface, vital moisture draining from her body, shortening her time further. Her eyes closed, her mind linked with her still nascent Progeny. "Lesson one, my heart. When your host is in danger, do... THIS"Odyssey II : Chapter 4 : Run3 years ago in Writing
Signals raced through Paul's body, machinery of the brain flipping and chugging, adrenalin pumping. "Run", Lysanna whispered, the words echoing through Paul's mind. He flexed, and muscles made stronger by the chemicals in his blood bulged, straps parting, buckles flying off in all directions. One piece of metal caught Maya above the eye, and she cursed and staggered back.
It was all the opening Paul needed. He rolled off the gurney, landing on his feet, and took off towards the sunlight, not knowing or caring if he saw a door or a window.
Paul kept running, legs pumping. Blood pounded in his veins, and his head cleared as he could feel the Proxital being burned off by his motion.
The AegeansPaul slowly opened his eyes, trembling at the thought of what he would found. The Proxitol had sent him into a deep slumber with blurred visions of a crumbling city... a flash of silver... blood, and big, pale eyes staring out of the dark. A shriek and the sound of broken glass had awakened him, but after scanning the room, Paul found himself alone. It was windowless, with one lightbulb and a single black door. He sat up in his bed with much difficulty, his body was stiff and heavy, as if lead ran in his veins instead of blood.The Aegeans3 years ago in Writing
Indeed, there was something else running through his veins...
Paul peered at the rash in his thigh and was shocked to see that despite the drug’s effect, it had spread: no longer a colorful myriad, but decaying gray. His fingers were about to touch it when the door opened. Maya strutted in, her weaponry jingling in a sinister tone and a syringe of Proxitol gleaming in her hand
Odyssey 2 chapter 4She was stunned how could her own sister do this to her?Odyssey 2 chapter 43 years ago in Writing
Doesn't she realize that she is trying save what's left of their species?
A memory started to appear in front of her eyes
'I'm sick of this I'm tired of hiding while ''they'' push us away from our home '
'What do you mean sister?'
'Don't you see that this so called human race is destroying our home?'
'Yes, but we can't do anything to upset the balance '
'Oh yes we can don't you remember the old stories they used to tell us?'
She looked at Lysanna with shocked eyes afraid of what she was going to say next.
'We once ruled over them and we can do it again '
She couldn't believe what she was hearing her sister was going insane.
'The humans must be punished for what they have done to us'
Lysanna's sister didn't want to believe what she was saying.
Maya opened her eyes and went to check on Paul.
She was relieved to see him still asleep she had injected enough dose of Proxitol in
Immaculate TransmissionPaul awoke to Maya's terrifying strangled gargle: "Scry as you like, Lysanna! They deserve mmmmm their own gods, even when prone to us. Mmmmm you hope they sanctify immaculate transmission mmhyahyahya! If your progeny survives –" Paul yelped as Maya's jab stabbed the hard, pulsating, possessed part of his groin – "mmy Proxitol, then they mmay worship this host as the virgin bearer of your divine mmmabomination –"Immaculate Transmission3 years ago in Writing
"Maya! Whom are you addressing?" A man looked in from the hallway.
"Meade! S-sorry. J-Just. Talking to myself." Maya sounded tinny.
"Exercise caution, please. You know the spore's capabilities, even at this stage."
Maya bit her lip. "'Scuse me, love, be right back." She hurried out, calling after Meade.
The instant she left, Paul felt better. His mind floated on warm salt water. His nausea eased. Maya had left the computer in the corner of the lab on. Check the computer.
He stumbled across the room. The desk chair felt wrong. His hands seemed disconnected. His eyes bl
FrostbittenPaul gradually steadied himself on his hands and knees. For a moment, he thought maybe he could stand on his own. A violent wave of nausea hit him and the contents of his stomach spilled on to the cold, hard ground.Frostbitten3 years ago in Writing
"Slowly", Maya said. "Slowly."
She held out her hands to assist Paul. He grasped them, or tried to at least. His body was so weak. He touched Maya's hand and panic sprung to life on her face.
"You're freezing.. Do you think you can walk?", Maya asked.
"I... don't..kn..know", Paul replied
"Put all your weight on me, love. We need to get moving. Now.", she said.
He did as Maya instructed. The two hobbled down back allies for what seemed like hours to Paul. He continued to spew at regular intervals the entire way, and Maya was seemingly growing more and more concerned. Finally, the pair arrived at the back of an old stone building. They approached it. It was covered by vines and wilted flowers. Maya brushed the vines away, revealing a small, red wooden door. She knocked.
A Sense of Dread"N-Nooo..." Lysanna collapsed, weakened and defeated. Her sister had found her; she knew what she planned. Her large, watering eyes scanned wildly for a solution. With reserved strength she stood, grabbing several bundles of tattered clothing as she hurried to the shower. She ran the water cold, donning the ragged garments as she soaked herself completely. She wasn't sure yet how exactly, but she knew she had to intervene if she hoped to survive.A Sense of Dread3 years ago in Writing
"Aqui-what?" Paul questioned groggily as they carried him from the van to what appeared to be a long-since abandoned house in the middle of nowhere.
"Aquilarens!" Maya said harshly, before retrieving her composure. "Look: it doesn't matter. What matters is that we remove it as quickly as possible."
Maya, now clad in what seemed a cumbersome cloak, turned to the driver, "I sensed her making a connection in the van. She knows we have it. We have to hurry."
A sense of dread washed over Paul, "She who?! What is this thing?! I still don't
A Tortured SoulPaul slowly begins to realize that what is inside of him, is bigger than him, bigger than anything he could ever have imagined when the sisters and Maya had appeared to him in the gloom of his room one dark night after a hard days work on the streets of New York where his job was to apprehend criminals and bring them to justice.A Tortured Soul3 years ago in Writing
He begins to feel the tiny slivers of the viral roots spread and grow inside the rivers of his bloody flesh and bone, reaching out to seek the synapses in his brain to connect with himself and finally with them as well, in the great big know it all place of everything.
The purpose of Paul's infection by the alien kind is to stimulate the evolution of his primitive human kind of mind and body with a rapid intelligence growth virus and other genetic bodily modifications that will open his mind wide enough to see beyond himself and his own need for personal gain and greed driven by the primitive brain stem of ancient ego and fear of everything and everyone.
Apotheosis of a ParasitePaul retched painfully on the floor of the van.Apotheosis of a Parasite3 years ago in Writing
"Come on. That's it, get it out." Maya encouraged.
Maya's kind had always lived in that dark ignorance that all animals, save humans, share. Through chance encounters they infected mankind and assimilating their cognition, gained the ability to question and investigate the fundamental truths of their existence. Who am I? Why am I here?
Before their apotheosis they had been parasites, unintelligent self replicating creatures of instinct with an utterly worthless existence. Inside humans they were illuminated.
Lysanna's host had been a marine biologist studying Lyssana's kind when she became infected. In her host's lab Lysanna discovered what she was. She also discovered a specimen bottle containing a single egg; Maya.
Like the witch with the poison apple, Lysanna gave a bottle of water containing Maya's egg to an unsuspecting red haired student, condemning her consciousness to an eternity of sleep.
Endless months of self loathing