The sodomy continued for what felt like an hour, though in reality, only a few minutes had passed. Someone was pulling Xairin’s hair, to bring his head up. They wanted to hear him scream with each painful thrust. It almost felt like a jackhammer, pulling the object in and out quickly, giving him no time to recover. “MOAN BITCH COME ON! MOAN FOR US.”
Xairin’s cries were taken as a failure to comply, resulting in another kick to his left side. “I SAID FOR YOU TO FUCKING MOAN YOU SHIT EATING FUCKING FAGGOT. YOU WANTED IT NOW MOAN!” Xairin again could only cry as it happened. The pain from his sphincter being obliterated by the unlubed object was harsh enough, the pain from the their sodomistic act made it almost impossible to even fake an element of pleasure, cause it sure as hell wasn't. It was physical hell feeling his bottom being ripped open like that. All he could do was cry and scream from the pain. He was kicked again and again. Once his blood had lubed up the object some, only then was he able to whimper out a pitiful attempt at giving them what they wanted. He tried his best to give in and moan. “THATS BETTER FAG BOY. KEEP IT UP! LOUDER FAGGOT!”
He tried his best to fake his moans while sobbing with each deadly thrust. The object was going deeper now, far too deep. Even if he survived the beating, Xairin knew he would bleed to death, he could feel the warmth leaving his rectum.
Xairin felt a zap to his ass cheeks. This forced him to cry out. Not only were they sodomizing him, but someone was now using some sort of taser, he couldn’t tell what kind, his head was being held to prevent him from doing anything but moaning and screaming. “PLEASE STOP, PLEASE!” He cried. “PLEASE STOP THIS. IT HURTS SO BAD! PLEASE!” His voice whimpered a heartbreaking stutter. “I won’t tell anyone, please, I promise… I don’t want...” His tear-jerking pleas fell on deaf ears.
A man interrupted Xairin, it was whoever was pulling his hair to keep his head up. “What? You don’t want to die? We already told you, cancers have to be removed. Look at the bright side, at least you’re going out with something being shoved up your ass, that's the least we can do for ya right?”
A voice laughed the words. “I want to see his ass jiggle again, Zap it again Dan.”
Xairin felt the shock to his right cheek, it burned. Meanwhile, whatever it was they had been shoving inside him, had been left in place.
“HERE COMES THE TIDE!” Someone yelled.
Xairin felt his head thrust downward as it was stomped into the concrete again. He felt water all around him, he could feel pieces of shit and toilet paper brush against his face. They held his head down in the sewer water, while the object in him pumped again. This went on for thirty seconds.
He was almost dead, drowning in the filth around him. The drug him out of the water with the object still inside his rectum. He could hardly see anything, and had no way to wipe his face, his hands were being stepped on now.
He felt someone stepping on his lower back, pressing hard as they could. He could feel object inside him began to shatter. Xairin knew now it was glass. Someone was jumping up and down on his back, that or just stomping hard until they heard it crack inside him. “Well that's that. Where’s the cleaver?” Someone said.
Xairin’s face was swelling up. His body hurt. The pain alone made him want to just die and get it over with. The degradement of emotional pain that came with being raped was secondary at this point, it was the physical pain that flowed through his body like needles.
“I bet you didn't foresee your night going quite like this? Did you Xairin?” Greg taunted.
The only thing Xairin could make out at this point was a blurred body standing near him with what looked like an axe. At this point, Xairin really did want to die. He had been raped, beaten, and stripped of anything that made him feel human. At that moment he wished he would have died with his family in the drone mobile accident. Surly it would have been quicker than ending up like this.
Xairin heard a noise. At first, he thought it was the whistling noise of the air being sliced, as whatever it was in their hand, coming down. It wasn't.
“What was that?” Someone asked.
He heard it again. It was a piercing noise, loud and sharp. It hurt his throbbing head.
“What the fuck was that?” A distant voice asked again.
“Dude is that a dog?”
The next thing Xairin could make out were his attackers screaming. The only phrase that made sense was just one. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?”
He could tell they were backing away. He could make out the foot movement with what sight he had left. The next thing was the sound of feet running. He could make out the water patterns that their feet made. But what could have gave him this reprieve? He wondered.
Xairin realized he couldn’t move. The bones in his hands and legs were likely broken, as was his ribs and lower back. His body ached with pain he never thought possible. His lower half was still bleeding out, he could feel that much down there.
His head was turned to the left side. The drug still had his vision blurry. Some bits were coming back though. He remembered having no control over his movements. Anything Greg asked him to do, he would do it. The drug, whatever it was, made him so complacent, he felt like an automaton taking orders. He remembered getting in a black dronemobile, and then someone putting something over his face. He could smell something and then grew very sleepy. The next thing was waking up to the horror that had just transpired.
A tongue was licking Xairin’s forehead. The sensation made him wonder if it was a dog. He tried to look up, but all he could make out was the color white. It kept licking. “Help me.” He tried to say but his voice was too weak for that to even come out right.
He hoped it was either someone’s dog, possibly belonging to a homeless man given he was down here, that or a rescue animal.
He saw it move. It had funny legs, Xairin couldn’t make that part out. It almost looked like a stilt had just landed in front of his face, he could make out what looked like a single claw which he thought that was odd.
His wrist began to hurt. He couldn’t see past the white thing’s fur. All he knew now was his wrist hurt, then worse. He felt his flesh being pulled up. “MY GOD IT'S EATING ME!” His brain screamed.
Whatever it was sat down on Xairin’s head was eating his arm. He couldn’t move at all. The white fur kept him from seeing anything else. He felt his arm moving back and forth and could feel it being gnawed on.
In one night, Xairin had survived an apocalypse, dealt with his self-pity issues, been turned down twice, ran into the worst ex he had even known, then beaten and raped and left for dead. Now he was being eaten. “What did I ever do, to deserve this?” His brain whimpered. The only thing left Xairin had the strength for was to think. His dreams and plans, all robbed from him in a single evening.
Xairin recalled the dronemobile accident. His father had dark brown hair, and a mustache, he remembered how he used to make fun of his father’s outdated look. He was drying their black airvan to Xairin’s graduation, he was graduating early that year from one bachelor's programs a minor in investigative studies and a master’s in nursing. His parents were so proud of him skipping ahead. Not that it shocked anyone, sensitives often excelled better than a normal human did.
Highschool now ended at either 14th or 16th grade, grades 13-14 were mandated associate and trade-based programs. One could take the option and go to sixteenth if they wanted, it was paid for by taxation after all. Most people finished them at age seventeen since school started at three years of age. Xairin was a head of that curb, finishing the option of 18th grade at seventeen. He had secured his nurse practitioner's degree which had him ready for med school, even though an FNP still functioned in a doctoral capacity depending on the medical setting. His secondary was a degree in therapeutic medical massage which included physical therapy-based studies added into the new degree, it was much more complex than what previous decades offered. The minor in investigative studies was his dad’s doing, hoping he would follow in his footsteps at least, b
ut having a potential doctor in the family would have been wonderful.
He remembered his parents looking at each other smiling as he sat in the back seat next to two annoying siblings, a sister and brother that favored him. Each of them clearly got their looks from their mother. Xairin and his siblings each had the same crescent moon shaped birthmark, as did their mother. An older woman, his father’ s mother, sat behind Xairin. She favored his dad. Xairin often joked behind her back, saying that he hoped he didn’t get her genes, the woman had a thicker set of eyebrows than his father did, they might break an electric razor.
He saw his mother turn around smiling at him, he recalled waving, and blushing, tipping his white cap. The next thing he remembered was something hitting the side of the van. They didn’t even have time to scream before hitting the pavement below. When he came too, he was on a stretcher, and saw blood out of the corner of his eye, while his face looked to the left, just like it was doing right now. He saw his arm, and the gaping wounds the white furry beast had left...
He could see the things face now. He thought it was a vicious dog, biting into his wrist again then licking his blood. It bit him two more times, coming up the arm.
He felt his arm vibrating, like something was traveling under his skin. The next thing Xairin knew, was his entire body felt like it had fallen asleep, that sensation you get when you’ve sat on a limb for too long, this was everywhere though.
A profound chill sat in. His vision began to pull back. Everything was growing dark. The last thing he knew, was his heart beating slowly. He could feel every beat, until his chest felt like it quivered. A bright light came for Xairin. The light was so bright, shining right into his left eye, that the creature eating his arm dropped it. He felt the thud as the tingles shot up his arm. It was radiant, chasing away the demon feeding on him. This was it... He knew he would see his family again now...
Chapter 4: Lunar Station 1
Aaron was dressed in his white kevlar uniform, walking briskly within the white confines all around him, carrying his silver tablet down the sterile tunnel.
Jane wasn’t with him, nor were his team. He was on his own and heading into a meeting with heads of parliament and other division leaders. They demanded answers and it was his job to give them. It had been twenty-four hours since the fallout. He had sent a report a few hours prior to his arrival on the lunar surface. He hoped that his report would help expedite his presentation and avoid any long-winded explanations.
The room he entered was as expected, white and metallic. It had a large oblong table with the picture of planet earth on top of it with the words GLOBAL ALLIANCE, across it's center in silver italics. He took his seat since it was one of a few left empty and glared at the seventeen faces looking at him. The main face he wished to deal with was Sophie Wildhawk. Though Trevor Graves was already staring him down, sporting his black tux, clearly Trevor had been pulled from something more lavish.
Grand General Rhymes was there beside the Madam Supreme. His face, less than thrilled.
Gina Tabernacle was a silver headed spirited woman of late 50s and ideal shape for her age. Her capacity was governing the world’s Ecological preservation division. He expected to see her present and accounted for. Her welcoming smile, and expressive brown eyes greeted Aaron warmly.
The next to intercept Aaron’s attention was Lyssa Monroe. Lyssa was recently appointed division leader of Interpol. She was biracial, having hints of African heritage and Caucasian. She bordered Aaron’s age, though Aaron thought she was younger. He’d never ask a woman how old she was. She sat there, wearing her own black kevlar uniform with white stars across the chest, and her arms crossed, doing her best to conceal her ample bust.
Jori Manning was present. Jori came across as one of the most effeminate men of early forties one would ever meet. His loud attire could be seen from a hundred yards with ease as the brown-haired man sat there looking at his nails. Aside from his overly outward ways, he was recently appointed the director of the Global Equality Assurance Board. Aaron knew he would be present, and often agreed with most of Jori’s work, the man was often reasonable, and level headed. Many made the mistake of taking his mannerisms as a weakness, only to find out later the detriment in their line of thinking. Jori was crafty, slick, and had connections most never saw coming.
Aaron noticed several of the Prime Ministers present, most culturally adept in their geographical garb. He was only really concerned with the Supreme Prime Minister, that and Rhymes.
“Doctor Battle, please tell us you have something worthy to report?” Rhymes blurted out, breaking the ice with his guttural approach.
Aaron nodded. “Yes, Grand General.” He took a meticulous moment to eye everyone in the room warmly. “24 hours ago, a biological entity arrived via the debris left from the R-9 comet. The contents in those fragments, contained a protean organism, a single celled organism unlike anything modern science has ever… recorded. As many of you know, it has induced rather unusual effects on those whom came into direct contact with it.”
Rhymes quickly interjected, “Just tell us about the virus Doctor Battle.”
Aaron playfully scoffed, trying his best to avoid letting the General get under his skin. “General, with all due respect, if you’d turn to page two, in my report, you’d know it's not a virus. A virus uses cells to reproduce, killing the cell in the process. It's why you get muscle cramps Grand General when you get the flu, flu viruses use muscle cells to replicate. Just like Mellitus-32 uses pancreatic cells to reproduce, etc.” He looked at the General. “Forget any incarnation of the resident evil remakes you’ve seen Grand General Rhymes. What we are dealing with, is a single celled organism, with more chromosomal pairs than human beings do. It absorbs DNA from the first creature it comes into contact with to adapt to an environment, fusing these genetic codes into its own structure. Later, these new strains, evolve the host into a humanoid organism. Unless of course the original carriers were already humanoid to begin with, like us, and any other primate for that matter. These are not mutations everyone, mutations are random, and unpredictable. What we are seeing is some highly advanced form of rapid evolution occurring. Somehow each of these alien cells work like biological computers, scanning genetic information, absorbing it, creating new life, and evolving the host into an alienized hybrid of some kind.”
Aaron looked around the room. “It's why human beings, haven’t exhibited any rabid behavior like non-humanoid life forms have. Even after their metamorphosis, those that started out non-bipedal, remain ferocious. This organism is hunting for specific genetic blueprints that make up humanoid physical forms. Once it's found it, it creates a stable strain infused with animal, alien, and human DNA. It's why animal life afflicted have been so violent. It increases their aggression factors, and their need for sustenance, forcing them to hunt, and in every case, they become more creophagous in nature. It's using them to evolve and essentially climb a planet’s food chain until it finds specific genetic blueprints that make up humanoid physiology. It's the most protean organism I have ever seen. Not to mention, it's been rather hard to kill.”
Sophie crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat before asking. “Doctor Battle. These people that have been bitten by an infected animal. To be frank, they look like… Well... The look like monsters on TV. I mean, are we really dealing with… vampires? Werewolves? And... fish monsters?”
Aaron nodded. “The organism absorbs traits from one organism, and then infuses those traits in the first host it comes into contact with that has specific genetic codes associated with the humanoid form, arms, legs, hands, feet, etc. It then creates a hybrid of the animal infected, the alien genes, and the human that became bitten, or in some cases injured by a horn being the infection vector. Now I can confirm that it appears that human beings directly exposed, appear to be normal, other than appearing to become superhuman. Animals infected, have all developed some sort of gland, in most it looks something like what a venomous snake would have. A p
ouch behind the canines, or in certain animals with horns, the gland forms at the base of the skull. Regardless, these glands secrete the only infections form of the strain. Now in humans infected by an animal, we’re seeing selective gland development.” He seemed hesitant to continue. “We don’t know why some develop these... Assimilation glands, and why others haven.t”
Before he could adjust himself and announce another word, the door rose upward. An aged woman, tall and lean, wearing a green hooded robe entered the room. Everyone wasn’t expecting Zelda Eastwick to make it, especially Rhymes. Her wavy wild red hair looked as if she had been electrocuted at some point in her day. Her frizzy style gave her an eccentric look. The woman oozed with an anomalous vibe as she sat down adjusting her outdated thick glasses. Even Aaron was surprised to see the Global Historical Division’s leader at this meeting. Sure, the past was important, but why was she here?” He thought.
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