<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/c7/ee/36c7ee071cc6d56a6f390852faad369f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 2nd, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kara's and Vivi's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d7/23/36/d723361f38ec85553163c7cfa306af69--zombie-apocolypse-alien-invasion.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Struggling is useless. Give into the queen!</em><br/><br/>Bence slowly blinked, taking note of Omega City as it surrounded him. The sky was grey. There wasn’t a single soul in his vicinity, but even still, he heard distant screams. He glanced down the road to where the skyscrapers shrank, revealing an open skyscape of overcast clouds. Descending from them was a massive creature…was it a creature? It was black and covered in spikes like a sea anemone. Long needle-like arms unfurled from its glowing blue center. The beam touched down somewhere in the middle of the city and within its light, cars, people, pets, whatever loose articles and beings that were caught in it were selectively sorted, vaporized, and collected.<br/><br/>“Oh my god…” Bence muttered in awe. It was then he realized that the creature was not a creature but a colossal alien mothership. The entire city had been harvested except for him. As Bence continued to watch the abduction, he felt a warm liquid run down his arm. He glanced down to the red stream and inspected it with the fingertips of his other hand as he thought in confusion, <em>Am I bleeding?</em><br/><br/>Suddenly, his arms and legs separated from his shoulder and hip sockets in a burst of blood. His torso immediately crumpled and before it struck the ground, Bence awoke from his sleep with a frightened gasp.</span><br/><br/>His brown eyes darted about the foreign bedroom. He was in a girl’s room. He flipped over onto his back as his eyes continued to dart from wall-to-wall, ceiling-to-floor.<br/><br/><strong>Do you feel better Bence?</strong><br/><br/>Bence’s breathing calmed as he closed his eyes and then collapsed back across the bed. Too bad the whole thing wasn’t all just a nightmare. The Mobicyte was still here, which meant everything—<em>everything</em>had happened.<em>And here I thought I could take back that one night at the strip club.</em><br/><br/><strong>We tried to tell you Bence that this wasn’t a dream. It’s real. Your dream may be real too.</strong><br/><br/>Bence opened his eyes.<em>You saw it?</em><br/><br/><strong>I did. It was not caused by me. I will have to investigate. It may be lingering nymphs from the Tauran’s penetration.</strong><br/><br/>Bence sat up on the bed and pressed a hand to his face to hide his blushing.<em>Little Brother…please don’t word it like that.</em><br/><br/><strong>I sense that it embarrasses you.</strong><br/><br/><em>The way you said it is embarrassin’.</em><br/><br/><strong>Strange. As you wish.</strong><br/><br/>Bence dropped his hand and looked about at…he remembered it was Kara’s bed. He blushed again for he had unintentionally smelled her covers, and she had a nice smell. As he stood from her bed, he realized that he hadn’t budged all night.<br/><br/><strong>I had to make continual repairs of your physical and mental state. In order to do so, I placed you into a deep sleep.</strong><br/><br/>Bence raised his arms up toward the ceiling and stretched. With a soft groan and a pleasant smile, he asked,<em>You think you can put me in a deep sleep regularly? That had to be the best rest I’ve had in a while.</em><br/><br/><strong>I can.</strong><br/><br/>Opening Kara’s bedroom door, Bence stepped into the hall. He glanced to his right into the living room, wondering how long they had partied and how much they all had drank. He then turned toward the girls’ bathroom. He stepped inside, closed and locked the door, and propped up the toilet seat.<br/><br/><strong>You are feeling nervous.</strong><br/><br/><em>I’m usin’ a girl’s bathroom. Chicks can be territorial bitches some time.</em><br/><br/><strong>Chicks?</strong><br/><br/><em>Girls. It’s just another word for them.</em><br/><br/>After taking a leak, Bence removed his shirt and dropped his pants.<br/><br/><strong>You were concerned with the toilet and now you’re going to bathe?</strong><br/><br/><em>The damage has already been done. Besides, I gotta wash the blood off.</em><br/><br/>As Bence stepped toward the glass case, the door slid open on its own and the shower lit up with white segmented lights that formed a square around it. He gazed down at his body, eyes gliding down the swells of his hard pecs and abs. He then turned his head to inspect his shoulder. He still wasn’t used to having such a body. It felt out of place on his being. He wasn’t athletic at all. He was a cook.<br/><br/><strong>We must train you on using my strength.</strong><br/><br/><em>I don’t think that’s a good idea.</em><br/><br/><strong>Why not?</strong><br/><br/>Bence touched the glass, setting the temperature and then selecting the kind of spray he wanted. Several nozzles converged inside the shower and from them shot a hard blast of water that drummed upon his muscles like a hot massage. He closed his eyes as a pleasant smile stretched on his face.<br/><br/><em>You’ve seen my temper. I might kill a bitch.</em><br/><br/><strong>If you learned to control my strength, then you would learn discipline. You would know how much force would be considered gentle or lethal.</strong><br/><br/><em>You better hold me back then if ever I decide to prove you wrong.</em><br/><br/><strong>We are the leader. We are not the Tauran.</strong><br/><br/>The shower heads switched from hot water to beams of thick foamy soap. Bence became caked in a creamy lather that he massaged into his skin.<br/><br/><em>Hey, about that dream. What did you mean about nymphs and shit?</em><br/><br/><strong>There may be other parasites in your brain. Small ones. Nothing like the size of the adult we saw.</strong><br/><br/>Bence dropped his arms and stared in wide-eyed horror.<em>You sayin’ there’s worms in my brain?!</em><br/><br/><strong>I suspect so. I don’t sense any damage. They may be in a coma. Perhaps the dream was the Tauran’s plan.</strong><br/><br/>Bence was grasping his skull. The nozzles switched to water, blasting away the soap and fogging up the shower glass.<em>You sayin’ I know their thoughts?</em><br/><br/><strong>Not exactly. They could be fragments from the neuroslug.</strong><br/><br/><em>Can you get rid of them? Its creepin’ me out.</em><br/><br/><strong>I will see what I can do.</strong><br/><br/>Bence cut the shower off and activated the dry command. A blast of air filled the stall. His brown hair that had been soaked and matted against his head stood up in the strong breeze until he was completely dry. The glass door slid open and Bence glanced down at his clothes, feeling a little awkward about putting them on again since they were filthy, but he wasn’t about to go trying to squeeze his big butt into Kara’s or Vivi’s clothes. He was already stuck with the nickname “Baby Gap.” He didn’t want another one.<br/><br/>Once he was dressed, Bence left the bathroom and headed back toward the living room wanting to inspect the aftermath. He didn’t know how they all could stay up drinking after so much action and chaos.<br/><br/><em>What do they got to eat around here?</em>Bence mused. He was starving. He hadn’t finished the burgers last night and his stomach felt stretched thin. He opened the refrigerator, seeing milk at least. He grabbed the sealed bottle, pressing the inspection button as the bottle flashed to him that the milk was still good. Closing the fridge, Bence helped himself to the cupboards, pulling out whatever ingredients he could use to start whipping up some pancakes. He was a culinary student after all.