SOUL-SHIFTER
© 2009 BONNIE WATSON
CHAPTER 2
I didnt need to look to see whose quick steps entered the control room. The click of scanner confirmed no weapons before buzzing her through the double sliding doors. Even before she was granted access I knew she was angry. The rest of the guys just stared at their monitors while I had a mind to get ready for yet another tantrum.
Again? That was probably the wrong greeting, but by this time I was prepared to retaliate with some new information brought in by one of our hackers.
A picture of a young girls death scene was tossed upon the stainless steel counter. The stark white backing reflected over the surface that drew a few questioning stares.
She was only fifteen, came a sharp reply. Can you believe that bastard had the audacity to call after it happened and explained why he infected her?
I shook my head.
Come on, Marisa. Youre the specialist on the subject. He probably wanted to play to your sensitive side. When she didnt reply, I added, Did you get a trace?
I could feel her piercing gaze boring a hole through my skull. It was people like her that drove me nuts. Then again, government agents just seemed to have that affect. To choose a woman sleekly fitted with an all-black suit decked out with all the possibilities of hidden weapons unchecked by a mere metal detector, was more deadly than a muscled man holding a bazooka. Desire and lust soon triumphed over all other thoughts, and she knew it.
Disconnected, she finally said. This isnt my normal assignment. Im hearing the guy doesnt even have a blood type due to...chemical alterations? Im no science whiz, Bob. I came to find a serial killer. If you wanted more scientific results, you should have hired a nerd!
I chuckled. What with your record to uncover missing persons and track down criminals with little information to go on, how could we resist? Youve done well in locating potential carriers.
Victims, Bob! She tapped the picture. This one fell off a rooftop right in front of me!
And we thank you for bringing back blood samples because of that.
She kept her face devoid of emotion, but I knew she would have rather smacked me. I love your sensitivity here. She sighed. Were you able to find anything?
None. No sign of contamination. But we were able to find this. I held up a report. With photo ID.
It was quickly snatched from my grasp. I watched her serious expression shift to a look of surprise.
Wait. How old is this? she asked. This cant be current. She pointed to the image of a photocopied drivers license. This expired more than six years ago. I need something more up-to-date.
You wont find anything more up-to-date than that, I explained. I quickly typed in a few figures to pull up some data, then swung the monitor around so she could see. The image on the screen resembled the one she held. He goes by the name Allastor. A few more clicks produced a wealth of information snatched from social security networks tied into our system. His real name is Allen Roberts. When we looked up the origin of Allastor, it came up Greek for avenging soul. Quite proper in his case, since the chemical has altered his DNA, disconnecting it from normal functioning, and is now capable of mutating upon itself, thus creating a moveable piece of inner being, or - what we like to term - a soul-shifter.
A look of Im not following touched her features, so I brought up a quick animation that theorized the chemicals chain reaction.
Basically, I began, this is how we think it works. The chemical acts as a sort of pigment replicator, the same in which can be found on chameleons and cuttlefish. But it also has the same formulaic plot course as a virus. Once transmitted to another person, it slowly consumes from the inside. Now, we speculate that Allastor has had this for so long that his body became immune to its effects. But theres another part of it that we dont understand - the part where the pigment comes into play. Once inside another person, the chemical somehow submits signals back to its original mass, which allows for color transformation - and a few other oddities.
Such as?
I raised an eyebrow. Ever heard of telepathic energy? Its sort of like that.
What? She stared at the computer screen as it completed its demo. You sound like some...whacko scientist! I didnt come here for that. I came to find a killer. Now youre telling me hes a psycho telepathic freak show?
Quite possibly. I swiveled the monitor back to its normal position. In any case, he needs to be stopped. The hardest part will be locating his exact position...and an exact look. I mentioned pigment change? Well, get this. Every time he infects another person, he takes on a piece of their appearance, so youre really not far off calling him a freak show.
And how long does it take for something like that to occur? This telepathic stuff?
The pigment change?
I shrugged. According to our studies, it should be...almost instant.
*****
Almost instant... I let a smile show. You think?
I hung a leg over the scaffolding left alongside an empty construction site. Reaching into a pocket, I withdrew the pack of needles Id bought earlier. The tug of minds getting ready to collapse from invading DNA was not something I enjoyed feeling. I unrolled the pack and selected a syringe. Filled and ready, I held it between my teeth while rolling the rest together and stuffing it back in my jacket.
Wonderful observation, Bob. I said to the passing breeze. But youre no good without access codes, I rolled the needle between my fingers, although your passwords will come in handy.
I chuckled and rolled up my sleeve to position the needle over the underside of my arm. A small crevice was beginning to mold upon the area where I had injected so many times. It didnt even bother me now as the first wave of drowsiness took me. Somewhere below I heard the needle ting against metal before realizing Id dropped it.
I was asleep the moment three of the voices died from my thoughts - and with a part of my soul
© 2009 BONNIE WATSON
CHAPTER 2
I didnt need to look to see whose quick steps entered the control room. The click of scanner confirmed no weapons before buzzing her through the double sliding doors. Even before she was granted access I knew she was angry. The rest of the guys just stared at their monitors while I had a mind to get ready for yet another tantrum.
Again? That was probably the wrong greeting, but by this time I was prepared to retaliate with some new information brought in by one of our hackers.
A picture of a young girls death scene was tossed upon the stainless steel counter. The stark white backing reflected over the surface that drew a few questioning stares.
She was only fifteen, came a sharp reply. Can you believe that bastard had the audacity to call after it happened and explained why he infected her?
I shook my head.
Come on, Marisa. Youre the specialist on the subject. He probably wanted to play to your sensitive side. When she didnt reply, I added, Did you get a trace?
I could feel her piercing gaze boring a hole through my skull. It was people like her that drove me nuts. Then again, government agents just seemed to have that affect. To choose a woman sleekly fitted with an all-black suit decked out with all the possibilities of hidden weapons unchecked by a mere metal detector, was more deadly than a muscled man holding a bazooka. Desire and lust soon triumphed over all other thoughts, and she knew it.
Disconnected, she finally said. This isnt my normal assignment. Im hearing the guy doesnt even have a blood type due to...chemical alterations? Im no science whiz, Bob. I came to find a serial killer. If you wanted more scientific results, you should have hired a nerd!
I chuckled. What with your record to uncover missing persons and track down criminals with little information to go on, how could we resist? Youve done well in locating potential carriers.
Victims, Bob! She tapped the picture. This one fell off a rooftop right in front of me!
And we thank you for bringing back blood samples because of that.
She kept her face devoid of emotion, but I knew she would have rather smacked me. I love your sensitivity here. She sighed. Were you able to find anything?
None. No sign of contamination. But we were able to find this. I held up a report. With photo ID.
It was quickly snatched from my grasp. I watched her serious expression shift to a look of surprise.
Wait. How old is this? she asked. This cant be current. She pointed to the image of a photocopied drivers license. This expired more than six years ago. I need something more up-to-date.
You wont find anything more up-to-date than that, I explained. I quickly typed in a few figures to pull up some data, then swung the monitor around so she could see. The image on the screen resembled the one she held. He goes by the name Allastor. A few more clicks produced a wealth of information snatched from social security networks tied into our system. His real name is Allen Roberts. When we looked up the origin of Allastor, it came up Greek for avenging soul. Quite proper in his case, since the chemical has altered his DNA, disconnecting it from normal functioning, and is now capable of mutating upon itself, thus creating a moveable piece of inner being, or - what we like to term - a soul-shifter.
A look of Im not following touched her features, so I brought up a quick animation that theorized the chemicals chain reaction.
Basically, I began, this is how we think it works. The chemical acts as a sort of pigment replicator, the same in which can be found on chameleons and cuttlefish. But it also has the same formulaic plot course as a virus. Once transmitted to another person, it slowly consumes from the inside. Now, we speculate that Allastor has had this for so long that his body became immune to its effects. But theres another part of it that we dont understand - the part where the pigment comes into play. Once inside another person, the chemical somehow submits signals back to its original mass, which allows for color transformation - and a few other oddities.
Such as?
I raised an eyebrow. Ever heard of telepathic energy? Its sort of like that.
What? She stared at the computer screen as it completed its demo. You sound like some...whacko scientist! I didnt come here for that. I came to find a killer. Now youre telling me hes a psycho telepathic freak show?
Quite possibly. I swiveled the monitor back to its normal position. In any case, he needs to be stopped. The hardest part will be locating his exact position...and an exact look. I mentioned pigment change? Well, get this. Every time he infects another person, he takes on a piece of their appearance, so youre really not far off calling him a freak show.
And how long does it take for something like that to occur? This telepathic stuff?
The pigment change?
I shrugged. According to our studies, it should be...almost instant.
*****
Almost instant... I let a smile show. You think?
I hung a leg over the scaffolding left alongside an empty construction site. Reaching into a pocket, I withdrew the pack of needles Id bought earlier. The tug of minds getting ready to collapse from invading DNA was not something I enjoyed feeling. I unrolled the pack and selected a syringe. Filled and ready, I held it between my teeth while rolling the rest together and stuffing it back in my jacket.
Wonderful observation, Bob. I said to the passing breeze. But youre no good without access codes, I rolled the needle between my fingers, although your passwords will come in handy.
I chuckled and rolled up my sleeve to position the needle over the underside of my arm. A small crevice was beginning to mold upon the area where I had injected so many times. It didnt even bother me now as the first wave of drowsiness took me. Somewhere below I heard the needle ting against metal before realizing Id dropped it.
I was asleep the moment three of the voices died from my thoughts - and with a part of my soul
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~~~
"Look at those muscles."
"His well-toned body."
"His abs."
"The sweat on his-"
"Cella can you not?!" You suddenly shouted out when everyone was on stable duty.
Everyone stared at you and Cella, and cella just smiled. Everyone went back to work, ignoring you two.
"What? I know you have this mega huge crush on Eren. And I know you loveto see him everyday at the stables don't you [f/n]?" Cella said it right
China x Bullied!Reader: The New Student (RQ)
"I hate this school."
[Name] sighed and rested her head on her right hand. She felt the bandages on her head rub against her palm and she slightly flinched. She looked at the teacher, who was writing learning material on the board. [Name] didn't even bother listening, she already turned in her homework for this lesson. The phone then rang and everyone turned their head to the phone on the teacher's desk. The teacher then walked over to his desk and picked up the phone.
As he did, the whispering in the classroom increased. Everyone whispered to their friends, except for [Name]. She didn't have any, she lost them a long time
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Summary:
What happens when a toddler drinks a chemical and alters the way the soul and body works? When a company wants to develop the same formula for its own personal use, Allastor Roberts goes on the run. Only he can make it work, but he's not going down so easily...not without bringing the company down with him...
Previous Chapter: [link]
Summary:
What happens when a toddler drinks a chemical and alters the way the soul and body works? When a company wants to develop the same formula for its own personal use, Allastor Roberts goes on the run. Only he can make it work, but he's not going down so easily...not without bringing the company down with him...
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2. Freedom
3. Corruption
4. Guardian
5. Magic
6. Courage
7. Strength
8. Rescue
9. Rest
10. Pain
11. Recovery
12. Caged
13. Fire
14. Sacrifice
15. Ice
16. Blood
17. Night
18. Moonlight
19. Escape
20. Injured
21. Love
22. Hate
23. Disease
24. Frozen
25. Comfort
26. Execution
27. Hospital
28. Tears
29. Nightmare
30. Dream
31. Mystery
32. Time
33. Horror
34. Fantasy
35. Experiment
36. Waterfall
37. Forest
38. Swimming
39. Sunset
40. Cute
41. Book
42. Falling
43. Hero
44. Monster
45. Don't let go
46. Scars
47. Angel
48. Demon
49. Fangs
50. Lost
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~~~
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"His well-toned body."
"His abs."
"The sweat on his-"
"Cella can you not?!" You suddenly shouted out when everyone was on stable duty.
Everyone stared at you and Cella, and cella just smiled. Everyone went back to work, ignoring you two.
"What? I know you have this mega huge crush on Eren. And I know you loveto see him everyday at the stables don't you [f/n]?" Cella said it right
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"I hate this school."
[Name] sighed and rested her head on her right hand. She felt the bandages on her head rub against her palm and she slightly flinched. She looked at the teacher, who was writing learning material on the board. [Name] didn't even bother listening, she already turned in her homework for this lesson. The phone then rang and everyone turned their head to the phone on the teacher's desk. The teacher then walked over to his desk and picked up the phone.
As he did, the whispering in the classroom increased. Everyone whispered to their friends, except for [Name]. She didn't have any, she lost them a long time
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