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
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"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.”
A Very Unfortunate TruthPaul lay there for what seemed like forever, his heart and head still pounding from both exhaustion and the injection. His back and neck were itchy, probably sore from his time out cold. He couldn't seem to fathom what had happened within the last hour or so, what she had planned for him. He couldn't understand what has happened, what mass this woman named Maya was speaking of.A Very Unfortunate Truth3 years ago in Writing
What he did understand was how urgent the situation seemed.
"So... a mass? I-inside me?" Paul asked, wearily. "A-and that... stuff, Proxitol, it holds it back?"
Maya sighed again. "Yes, so far as we know. As long as we can keep you on treatments, we should be able to--"
Maya placed her hand to her mouth and hacked, blood splattering across her fingers. She continued hacking, with not just scarlet, but mahogany, emerald, indigo, a large assortment of colors, all emerging from her lips.
When she calmed down, she looked at her palm with an almost nonchalant expression. As if she expected such an occurrence.
As if s
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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.
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
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
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.
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
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Paul woke with a scream. He felt the cold rush of black toxic liquid flooding from the syringe and bombarding the growth inside him. Sharp throbbing pains rushed through its appendages, embedded like roots throughout his body. He felt the pulsating fire up the back of his neck. The growth was heading toward his brain.
Paul could hear rushing water. The van was stopped. He opened his eyes, loosing a few tears at the pain and helplessness.
Maya was standing over him. "I've brought you somewhere safe," she said, "we've got to get that thing out of you straight away.
She smiled and touched his face with her hand- it was hot to the touch, almost painful. "You're gonna be just fine."
Maya climbed out of the van and helped Paul struggle out and to his feet. She draped his arm over her shoulder. The heat from her body radiated through him, wilting him toward unconsciousness.
They were standing on a concrete bridge, the van was parked by a row of barricades.
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