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Jonathan Baker, age six, of the baker family was happily slumbering in his NASCAR bed, dreaming of jumping sheep. The mother and father of the child was finishing tucking Jonathan's infant baby sister, Mary, to the land of dreams before going there themselves. All was peaceful and serene... that was until a foreign object was toss from a great height at terminal velocity, and crash landed inches from the boy's feet, startling him back to reality. Like a bomb going off, the child's room was trashed, the wind from the backlash tore every book from their shelf, paper scattered about. The nose of the plastic car frame was melted beyond recognition as the moderately sized space rock punctured a hole in the boy's mattress. Dazed from the bang and too busy dealing with ringing of ears, Jonathan didn't notice the black slimy substance crawling up his pant leg of his star wars PJ's.
The parasite… no, the symbiote, that's what it would be called now. It had made the decision of helping its host, mutually, rather than harming it and slowly feeding off them, only to be thrown away for another. Odd how it's noble belief had angered it's race to the point of banishment via imprisoned inside a rock floating endlessly in the vastness of space.
The symbiote knew not what deity it should thank for his prison to be driven of course from the barren red planet it's original course led to one that was terra formed to bring life.
The black formless life didn't want to even fantasize the possibility of being trapped on that hell for the next several millennia if not for it's new predicament. As happy it was to be free on a planet full of life, it was face with a dilemma. It had already has been some time since it had been attached to a host so it was weakened from the loss and would surely die if it doesn't attach itself to a sentient being.
Unfortunately the closest living thing being within twenty meters, which it would surely die if it took the risk, was a small child whose race it could not discern a few feet away. Experience had shown the symbiote that most larva were either too curious for their own good or too scared for it to attach itself properly. Right now though, it sensed the sapient creature as suffering from shock as its prison destroyed the larva's den, but it didn't want to risk any chances with it's new host. So instead of rushing out and latched itself onto the child and most likely fracture the child's delicate mind, the symbiote chose to simply slither silently under the cover of the warm fabric and seeped itself from the male's artificial furs and going into the child's pale skin.
After a successfully penetrating itself within the unknown life form, it was going to start the process of assimilating itself with the being so the larva's natural defenses doesn't reject it. The process normally would take a couple day, but since the male is still in it developing stage the process would take a much shorter time. Just then, the child birth givers came to the child's aid.
Martha and Adrian Baker burst into their son's room while Molly was holding Marry within her bosom, only to step back in shock of the destruction the meteor caused and relief that the space rock didn't flatted their son.
Fearing the worst, the patriarch of the household went to Jonathan's side after noticing his son's discomfort as blood seeped through his little fingers.
"Jonathan. Jonathan!" Adrian shook his son's shoulder, trying to get his attention. After a few more tries, he turn to his wife, "Martha, he's in shock. Go call 911 and get an ambulance down here." he ordered.
"O-okay," she managed to say before leaving with a crying Mary into the other room to make the call, she herself was on the verge of tears after seeing her son in such a state.
Sometime later, sirens through the neighborhood could be heard along with blaring colored lights as the many cul-de-sac denizen's came out of their home to investigate the commotion. If they look closely they could see the Baker's only son unconscious on a gurney ready to be shipped off to the nearest hospital with Mrs. Baker by his side, holding his hand as if her mere presence was trying to comfort him. Mr. Baker was on the lawn giving the police his statement, pointing to the man size hole in the roof of his house, and reporters scrambling for shots of the aftermath of the event.
When the next time that young Jonathan wakes, it will be in Smallville General Hospital and not alone either, for he and the black sapient goo have bonded on a cellular level of unity, giving him the strength and cosmic knowledge that any cosmologist worth their salts would only dream about.
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