Another Dead Space idea, I got. And write it, I did. Enjoy, you should.
The Hive Mind was dead. He felt it. All his brethren on the Ishimura did. The marker was gone with it. Asteroids don't only destroy the things you want. A tragic loss, but the one here was a fake anyway. There was still the original, the black one.
Humans knew too little about it. They tried to recreate its power, they failed.
Their failure created him, however. Everything bad has its good sides.
The only problem now was finding it, using its true power. But he will find it eventually.
He got up and left the Ishimura's bridge. He had made his home there. It was quite comfortable. In the corridor around, he saw his brethren, all kinds of them. They stood there, motionless.
Without the Hive Mind, they didn't know what to do. Weaklings. He needed no such attachment. He had always been strong, even as a human. The virus tried to take over his body. He took over the virus. He MADE it shape his body into a superior form. But he kept in control. And he retained human shape and size.
All according to plan, though, without that engineer Isaac, nothing would have been. Even he first had no hope. But when the Kellion docked... that engineer was special. He was an average human, yes, but there was something about him that made him the pawn in a grand game.
Isaac was his pawn. And he was the king. His pawn beat the other king, the Hive Mind, as unlikely as it might seem. But the pawn didn't win the game. The king did.
Even now, the pawn thinks that he will not see another one of us again. Isaac is very wrong.
He took the liberty of installing a small extra camera on the engineer's escape shuttle. He saw Isaac through one of the bridge monitors shortly after the ordeal. The pawn was... screaming. He even shot his plasma cutter once.
Ah, a mental sickness? Psychosis, he believed. After the time on this ship, he wasn't surprised the pawn had developed it. He wondered what Isaac saw... his brethren? The Hive Mind? Or perhaps... that woman?
What was her name? Nicala? Nicolo? Nicole... yes, that's it! Nicole Brennan.
It was EASY to tap into the fake marker's power and create that illusion. The woman had killed herself during the outbreak. During some searching, he discovered she had ties with his pawn. He merely used her to interact with him. In fact, it was he who opened that stupid door. He couldn't leave his pawn in a trap could he? Especially since he had no other pieces in this game and the other king had the rest of the board full of them.
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He had won the game flawlessly. All that was left now was to collect the spoils of war. He got to the former mess hall. Strangely, after Isaac left, most of his brethren went here. He didn't have the foggiest idea why.
They were motionless as well.
He stepped on one of the tables. Before the fake marker was destroyed, he carved its biggest secret into his flesh. The way to access the minds of all Necromorphs currently in existence. The Hive Mind left its mark on the marker. And he found that mark. He took off his gauntlets, revealing mutated flesh. In it was carved a strange symbol. It was a circle with three claw-like symbols in it.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. He suddenly felt them. Every single Necromorph on the ship. Which meant no others survived. A pity. He opened his eyes again.
All of his brethren in the room were watching him. He grinned, revealing sharp teeth. He then thought:
"My brethren!"
His brethren looked more concentrated than before. It worked!
"I know how you feel. Lost. Alone. With no purpose. Well, I plan to change that."
They seemed to understand him. That meant that at least SOME human intelligence was left within.
"The Hive Mind is lost, yes. But we do not need it any more. I will take its place."
Some brethren showed slight surprise on their faces... if they had any.
"The Hive Mind was weak. I am not. I will lead us to victory over any who stand before us. We will devour all. What say you?"
The Ishimura was filled with the roars of hundreds of Necromorphs. He took it as a yes.
"Good. The human race will the first to fall before us, for we are superior. But first, we must find the Black Marker. It holds the key to our victory. And we WILL succeed!"
Another roar of hundreds. They were under his command. And none will stand before the rise of the Necromorphs.
Me: I love doing that.
Darken: What?
Me: Filling plot-holes. It may not be canon, but it makes me feel better.
Isaac: I see... will I be featured in this story at all?
Me: There is a 85 percent chance of NO.
Isaac: No more of those things for me? Phew.
Me: Remember, you have psychosis.
Isaac: Oh, right. Darn.
Me: Anyway, review and wait for the next chapter.