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 More Like This
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 More Like This
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.
All in Due TimePaul studied Maya. The small redhead with the big knife frightened him.All in Due Time3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"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
Death is CallingPaul's nightmare begins very subtly, but gets much worse.Death is Calling3 years ago in Writing More Like This
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.
MayaThe knife stuck out of the back of the man's head. Paul hadn't even seen her throw it. How could it have gone through his skull?Maya3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"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 More Like This
"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
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 More Like This
"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
Darkness comesAngus ran. The van was driving away and he knew he had only minutes to save the Queen.Darkness comes3 years ago in Writing More Like This
As he closed the distance he felt his tattoos crawling on his skin, growing, writhing as his desperation forced the change. Thick ink black tentacles emerged from the sleeves of his grey shirt, curling out from under his dark hoodie. His symbiote was the Queen’s guard Zeel, a very grim and uncompromising presence in his body. Angus felt his consciousness begin to narrow as he was forced to make way for the mind of Zeel the crusher.
“So what is it? “The man asked Maya. She made a face of disgust.
“A parasite, if we don’t shut it down it’ll drain you dry and when it’s finished with you…” she shivered. He looked like he was going for it. It was very important that he not identify with the symbiote at all, better for it to remain an “IT”. Better for her, they both had to die.
Paul was feeling very emotional suddenly, the back of his throa
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 More Like This
"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 More Like This
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 More Like This
"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
Proxitol jingleIt grows and rumbles,Proxitol jingle3 years ago in Writing More Like This
shifts and tumbles,
leaps and stumbles
through your veins.
it comes in flavors,
colors, and strains.
Coming to take you,
shake and break you,
to make you over
in a shape like its own.
Muscles and organs,
nerves and vessels,
cells and structures,
down to the bone.
A quest for survival,
recovery and revival,
devolves into horror
into which you fall-
Twitching and crying,
dissolving and dying,
When life moves too fast...
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 More Like This
"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.
Odyssey II Chapter 4 - So Now What?Three hundred years. It was the kind of number your history teacher threw at you as he tried to convince you that these events were recent enough to matter today. Not the kind of number a reasonably attractive young woman sitting across from you in a small office responded with when you asked her how long these... things, had been trying to spread out into humanity.Odyssey II Chapter 4 - So Now What?3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"And in the beginning they almost succeeded. If it wasn't for the intervention by one of their own, we'd have had no method of stopping them," Maya continued when he failed to respond to her answer.
Looking down at his thigh, he wasn't very comfortable with the idea that a parasite hundreds of years in the making was growing within him, even paralyzed as it was by the drug.
"So what does that mean for me?" he asked. So far the Proxitol had kept the thing from spreading too far, but he'd been informed that it was only a temporary measure.
"What it means for the moment is that you will be housed here with us until the V
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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.
At the end
Odyssey 2 chapter 4She was stunned how could her own sister do this to her?Odyssey 2 chapter 43 years ago in Writing More Like This
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 More Like This
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
The Ants go Marching...Like ants burrowing tunnels, Paul could feel it beneath his skin, spreading. Vincent sat in the driver seat turning up the volume on tape 5 of a 12 step self help to anger management box set. With white knuckles gripping the wheel, temples pounding, veins popping, teeth grinding; Vincent never felt so relaxed. Tad has grown used to seeing that look in Vincent's eyes. He knew the man meant well, however, some men carry a deep hatred that remains unresolved to the bitter end. "How you doing back there Maya?"The Ants go Marching...3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"We're all out of Proxitol," she was injecting what was left of it into an arm the color of a decaying rainbow. "Tell Vic to hurry," Vincent's eyes were ready to pop out of his head.
"I think you can tell him yourself," Tad just wanted to get this day over with. Behind Maya, Paul's multi-colored surface turned an ashy black. A pale green puss bubbled like peroxide from the holes in his arms where the drug had been administered, as if rejecting the un-prescribed medical treatment. Ta
The Chase BeginsThe read headed man, Henry, stood in the small reception of a hotel. Its walls were covered in floral wallpaper and looked straight out of a movie from the 80's.The Chase Begins3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"I'm looking for my friend. This guy, a little shorter than me, brown hair, he's American," Henry said. He was lying about being the man's friend. He had only met him once, convulsing in his lap on the Subway two days ago. That didn't constitute friendship.
"Do you know his name?" The receptionist asked annoyed. He was distracted by the computer.
This kid needed to stop playing video games and start doing his job. "No, I have a memory problem."
"You can't remember your own friends' name?" The kid looked at him for the first time.
Kids nowadays, no respect.
"It's funny the way explosions affect different people. For me, I can't remember certain things. For my buddies, their arms and legs were ripped off and they bled to death. Funny, huh?"
He had the kids' attention now; he stared at Henry's bomber jacket. "Look mate, I'm sorry
Odyssey II Chapter 4 submission"So who... are you, then?" Paul asked to the redhead woman. He was starting to get used to that Proxitol thing, but still felt dizzy. Not like the van bouncing around London helped. "I mean... your name is Maya, huh? But how did you find me? And..." he hesitated a little bit.Odyssey II Chapter 4 submission3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"How do I know your name? Oh dear, you're so innocent!" she answered, tenderly looking at him.
That was beyond annoying. Not only she had kidnapped him without a word, but now was talking to him like he was a little boy. As he was feeling this vexation, that thing in his leg somehow buzzed, as if it wanted to move all over his body.
"C'mon, take it easy... well... as easy as you can. And try not to be angry with me. It might make things worse." that Maya woman was so casual about this, which was even more annoying.
"Well, Paul, the fact is that we noticed you a while ago. You are... special, so to speak. More prone to feel certain things, like empathy. She seems to have noticed that too." she explained, with a bit
Falling starsI sit on a rock at the edge of the ocean staring at the sky waiting for my brother to come home as i look at the stars i see a faint glowing red object and watch as it falls to the Earth I take a better look and see the shape of a person "what the...."Falling stars3 years ago in Writing More Like This