Pathogen (Tick + Brittlby)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Brittlby on 14-04-2011, 03:52:33</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Pathogen (Tick + Brittlby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 03:52:33</strong>
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				Burton fired wildly, the kick of her sidearm making her fingers tingle. She wouldn't typically be so cavalier shooting blindly in the dark, but for the fact she had just entered the junkyard via a ragged hole torn through a two inch steel sliding door. While she was trained for these situations, there was a certain degree of safety in knowing one was simply training. This feeling of safety was unfortunately absent as she crouched behind the hollowed out remains of an extended bed truck, hiding from a target with unknown capabilities.<br><br>The truck had been involved in a fire, the stink of burnt plastic still lingering years after the original incident. Mary focused on the smell, as the stench helped her moderate her breathing. While she had not gotten a good look at the Infected, she could hear it as it moved, a clickity-click sound echoing from its joints when the thing set its bulk into motion. The fact she could still hear it moving was disappointing. She had hoped by some lucky chance she had managed to drop it in the dark. <br><br>She could feel it pressing against the corners of her mind, an itch between her eyes as it tried to establish a connection. The Infected and their abilities varied widely, the only thing they seemed to share being an ability to hide beneath a mask of humanity. This one had a psychic ability to link itself into the minds of others. The case file had mentioned this from the statement of one of its surviving victims. It liked to insert itself into the minds of its victims and watch from both perspectives.<br><br>Again... she was trained for mental invasions. In this instance she let it through, feeling the things second hand hunger as its thoughts seeped through. It was disappointed to find she wasn't nearly as terrified as it felt she aught to be. Mary used the connection to her own advantage, feeling out the direction of the beast in the dark. <br><br>She fired wildly again, this time rewarded with an insect like hiss. It was pissed. She could feel it. It was also charging. The thing slammed into the truck, causing it to skid two feet, shoving Mary with it. Almost dropping her gun, she scrambled to her feet, turning just in time to see the thing in all its glory. <br><br>It loomed. There were few words that suited the things position so entirely. Nine feet tall and covered in a thick carapace, it looked like nothing so much as a giant roach. Not particularly squeamish about bugs, Mary was not keen on this one. She dove under the truck, crawling along on the gravel like a marine. The monster's pincer snatched at her leg, the grooves of the claw digging into the flesh of her calf. Mary screamed as it hauled her out from her hiding place. Suspended upside down, she was still linked with the creature. And so she knew what was coming an instant before it shoved a claw into her abdomen. <br><br>It didn't hurt overly much, despite the fact she felt it penetrate her completely. Realizing she was in shock, the lack of pain was not reassuring. Shivering, she lifted the pistol, firing again and again into what might very well have been the creature's face.<br><br>There was a flash of pain, and she knew it wasn't hers. She had hurt the thing. The connection was suddenly cut, like a television suddenly turning itself off. The thing keeled over and collapsed, dropping Mary as well. She could feel the gravel dig into her exposed side, but it was more of a distant sensation than anything having to do with her personally.<br><br>The Infected had returned to its human form. He was non-descript. Almost tiny. A balding man who might very well have been a pharmacist or banker or priest. He was unassuming and unspectacular, except for his current state of undress and the numerous holes blown through his chest. Mary coughed, tasting blood as the darkness began to spin and twist around her. This was... pretty much how she had always expected to go out. Admittedly, she hadn't considered dying this young... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathogen (Tick + Brittlby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 04:16:21</strong>
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				Watching from atop a pile of garbage, on top of a arm chair she used like a throne. Her legs thrown over the side as she looked down on the scene with a mixture of boredom and interest. The human interested her, the infected, the roach. Not so much. He was pestilence. She was a stupid, crazy bitch who picked a fight with an evolutionary model magnified by about a thousand times. That was brave as hell, and stupid as could be. Of course, she wanted to see if the human could win, though the answer was obvious. Watching the roach essentially disembowel her, the woman slipped off her throne and began to walk down.<br><br>The girl couldn’t have been over twenty, but not younger then eighteen. Her hair was a mixture of a passionate red and a pitch black. The unnatural colors normally would make people say they were dyed but on her they looked natural. No dye used from how it looked, her roots missing the tell tale blond or brunette. Her eyebrows a dark black and her eyes most of all, a pure blood red. Her face alone was unnatural, but even more so how she hopped down the junk pile with inhuman strength and dexterity. <br><br>As she hit the ground, her black skirt flowed up and then just as quickly down with a teasing glance of her panties. Giving only enough time to see their lacy design. Her shirt was a tight black tank top with a violet flower design that gave off a feminine gothic design. Her thigh has stockings matching the rest of her attire perfectly down to her thick, knee high boots. “I think it is time you left. She is my property.” The girl whispered in a dreamy voice that carried farther then it should have. The infected man apparently caught in a trance as she walked towards him. The smell of her pounding anyone within view of twenty yards of her, which both of them were. A thick, sensual smell that seemed to change for whoever was smelling it. Doing it’s best to rile them up. <br><br>As she got within three yards of him, her slow calm strut not stalling for a second. He roared and began to morph again, only rewarded with a small smirk as she opened her mouth and a roar of her own came out. The sound wasn’t directed at the police officer, but she would steel hear the kind of high pitched scream that felt like it was splitting your skull. The roach on the other hand, got the literal side of that as blood splurted out of his ears and mouth along with his nose and eyes as his brain practically exploded in his skull along with several muscles.&nbsp; <br><br>The small girl gave a seductive yet evil laugh. As the man fell to his knees, obviously dead. Hitting the ground with a soft thud. The girl then turned her attention to the dying woman, walking over to her with the same aura of calmness as she kneeled down next to her and ran her fingers through her hair. “So beautiful, be a shame to let you die. Though, you will probably hate me for this, I don’t care.” Leaning in, she opened her mouth and bit down on the woman’s neck to her collarbone, unlike a vampire, all her teeth piercing.&nbsp; Without warning releasing a thick venom into her bloodstream, before releasing, the bite mark instantly healing and closing up before her eyes as she leaned back, “Enjoy, I hear the experience is divine.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathogen (Tick + Brittlby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 21:47:32</strong>
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				Mary hardly felt the pin pricks of the girl's ivory teeth, her vision already dim and her consciousness all but gone. It was a serene feeling, like slipping into a warm bed. She'd never thought of herself as one to give in, but as her life leaked out, it was an almost pleasant lethargy that held her down. And suddenly she felt her eyes snap open, as if someone had jammed a cattleprod into her brain. It wasn't painful, so much as startling to be at death's door, then suddenly more awake then she had ever been before. <br><br>She wretched and coughed up the blood in her lungs, feeling her innards twist and turn as she rolled over on all fours. Her long blond hair was stained red with her own fluids, and dangled in front of her eyes as she breathed in and out like a bellows. The individual hairs were illuminated in stark clarity before her eyes, and she felt as if she could count them if she could only manage to focus long enough. Light danced across her tresses, though she was somehow aware this was some sort of hallucination. It was the warmth of her breath she realized. She could see the heat playing across her vision like a light show. <br><br>Something was stirring in her abdomen, and she watched in half horror and half wonder as her guts reeled themselves in. The muscle tissue re-knit as the last kink of intestine made it's way back into the housing of her guts, her abdominal muscles sealing over moments before her tanned skin crept back across the wound, leaving only the faintest trace of a scar. Mary threw her hair back out of her face, her eyes narrowing at the remains of the Infected.<br><br>Where she had found peace moments before, she regained the edge that only her rage could illicit from the officer. She could tell it was dead, the rapidly cooling corpse trembling only from its death throes. It didn't much matter to her. Mary was on her feet, clutching her pistol like a club. She pistol whipped the remains of the thing's head, taking off vast chunks of the corpse with each blow, her teeth bared as she savagely beat it to jelly.<br><br>Her lungs were working frantically as she backed away, though she found herself strangely calm. After a moment's thought she realized that it was only habit that was causing her to breath heavily and she simply stopped, breathing slowly and without any trouble.<br><br>Then she remembered her other attacker...<br><br>Spinning around with inhuman alacrity, she brought her heavy pistol to bear in the girl's face, pulling the trigger at point blank range. It clicked impotently, out of ammo. She narrowed her eyes, the pale blue iris' flitting over towards her jacket where she had a few clips. The garment was halfway under the truck, and while she felt like she could take on an army, something told her that trying to go through this creature would result in her on her back and dying again.<br><br>"Who are you? What have you done?" She had never been one to dabble in narcotics, so she had no basis of reference. But it felt as if ever cell in her body was suddenly alive and aware. Had she been infected? Was that even possible? No. It wasn't. This was something else entirely. On the one hand, she knew that she would likely be dead if not for this passing stranger. On the other.... the girl didn't look particularly benevolent. This didn't seem like the sort of creature who just performed good deeds for the fuzzy inner warmth of helping her fellow man.<br><br>Besides which, she was definitely Infected. Mary repeated herself through gritted teeth, "What have you done to me?" Mary felt things shifting still within her body, and she realized with horor that the strange sensations were getting stronger still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathogen (Tick + Brittlby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 23:41:31</strong>
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				<br>The unnatural woman before the soldier, cop, whatever she was, looked unimpressed and only smiled at the armed woman. She didn’t show any concern for the weapon and only laughed as Mary pistol whipped the dead corpse. Without answering, she tore the door off the nearby mustang as if it were made of Styrofoam, despite the fact the mustang was so badly damaged it should have been hardly then normal to pull out. She then grabbed the leather seat and ripped it out, setting it on the ground and sitting on it like her new throne, replacing the one she abandoned earlier. <br><br>As she sat down, the monstrosity of a girl looked at Mary’s weapon with amusement. “I saved you from being disemboweled and you want to shoot me hm? Selfiish, ungrateful little bitch aren’t you?” Her voice had the same seductive lure as before but this time was all directed at Mary, the black haired girl licking her lips as she watched the woman. “It is hard to consider cooperating when you are willing to kill your savior. I could have just left you to die in a ditch.” <br><br>It seemed she would be ranting for a while before a playful smirk came across her face and she crossed her legs and leaned on her hand. “You may call me Aphrodite. That is what you humans decided to name me at least. Or Goddess, whichever you prefer.” Her arrogance was not restrained in the least as she introduced herself to the gun wielding vixen. It was obvious she had a bit of a chip on her shoulder and she knew it. Yet from the looks of it, she wasn’t worried about offending or scaring Mary.<br><br>“As for what I did. I gave you my blessing. You should be honored, few people get my blessing. And those who do say that it is rather close to pure ecstasy.” The mutated woman smirked at the thought, looking the woman up and down. Wondering if her venom wasn’t working properly on her, most people seemed to enjoy it more. “It makes you essentially immortal for a short time after, and stronger then a normal human. You were dying, I healed you in the simplest of terms. Or would you have preferred to die? Cause I can help you with that too.” Her voice went cold at that, as If to make it deathly clear she wasn’t kidding and wouldn’t hesitate.<br>
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