A/N: Going for the whole GUILT thing –wipes brow- Just a few more to go.

Disclaimer: Don't own UtK or SO or any NB and UtK2 (Though I'm only sticking to the first two for now)

Fourth Day

Purple

'It' emerges anywhere. 'It' can be everything. 'It' has friends.

Growing, bulging, it is a tempted bomb ready to blow. It excretes a foul gas around the gentle tissue surrounding it, providing an unnecessary irritation to the system that is naturally opposed to its existence. The teasing gas creates smaller miniature selves that do not pulse, but offer an unsightly comrade that is neither alive and beating like a active heart or dead like the damaged footprints it creates. As the captive one struggles to break its shell and stretch the legs contained; cramped in narrow quarters like an egg. It can only 'see' what is above; caked and layered in a thick pulsing diverticula, housing large amounts of gas that threaten to choke it. Air! Air! Harboring the deadly gas in its body it clumsily swipes the petty claws beginning to mature---weak, taking form like a newborn. Confused. Alone. It seeks its friends and pushes up, causing the mass outlining continue to enlarge beyond capacity. Edges on all four corners begin to peel away when the demand becomes savage and vicious, the childish tendencies morphing into an act of rational survival. Its father, one whom cooed and blessed it with a name to be called had uttered praise to do good. With one final motion the offending shell is broken. Underdeveloped still it dives below the surface to find those whose shells already remain open, excreting a discharge of poisonous gas that mirrors and replicates like a virus passed on from one to another. Swimming inside the currents it pumps its legs that cut inside the vessel like a paper cut. It is too tiny to be noticed. Its naked body fully exposed to none but the friends of a friends of a friend.

Yellow

Dance! Dance! 'It' will swim and dance! Fun with friends!

All is like a sensational party amidst the blood and fluid. Stimulating an adrenaline deep in the genetic make up that screams rejoice. They swagger when grouped together. Idle apologies are not met but they find an understanding in their mindless antics and one boldly breaks free from the thick layers of tissue where they bore from. A kinship with the leader who does this is finalized, and the other colors that are never identical recognize this act as a new game which they proceed to follow. Up and up from the bowels of thick red contaminated crimson they went to reach the top, phasing through the 'ceiling' like ghosts inflicting no harm. This is home! Father programmed them to make home what they will. A raw emotion that isn't one to be defined in the sense of feeling causes the leader to be giddy and sloppily take its first steps. Throwing back its arms and swinging them hazardously in the air where its wide claws threaten to disrupt the balance delicately put together. Marching forward the strange parasite is bountiful in energy; its weird disposition ad pattern is broken up into chunks that causes it to retrace a pattern or make new ones when in close contact with its friends of different and darker colors. It cannot see them; hearing is an impossibility but it can sense and acknowledge. The appendage on its behind flicks suddenly. A searing pain that dulls the stimulus of movement causes the lighter color of the three to halt its pattern, convulsing where it prepared a half step forward. Something formidable and dangerous slides out of its back. Far too innocent it cannot fathom to comprehend. What started as a dull freezing of time escalated into pain when its symmetry companions suffered the same fate. Tied together as one---all were met with the recoil of pain. Furious it dove away, escaping what it did not wish to understand. Two more times it dived and unearthed.

Green

'It' fears the unknown. Threatened to act on self defense 'it' will regret.

Green is angry. Rising up from the depths of hell again it takes no quarter and puffs out its fury. Thick clouds of green gas lace around the outer organ in a swirl of toxic fumes. Brittle already the home they made shudders under the skeletal marks raking along its surface. Restraint build of muscle in the tiny parasite is forsaken and the lines are scrawled unpleasantly, though it is small and insignificant needing no immediate attention. A shadow hovers over them and the presence of someone not their father enrages them to act irrationally and swiftly. Their legs move quicker, the hands flying every which way like a mental patient out of control. Anything becomes and enemy and the prospect of escape doesn't cross their tiny minds. Dangerous toxins filter out rapidly in three distinctive colors of yellow, green, and purple; blanketing them in a form of self-defense that it hopes to confuse the mysterious attacker whom ignores their pacified ways of co-existence. Father was right. Father was right Father was right! The trio conveyed agreement and flitted from one side of the liver to the other and back again. The whoosh of air and sickening squish of tissue stabbed instead of them gave indication that whatever impeded their destiny had yet to relent and let them be. A darting pain hit the green one when its slower friend became immobile. Another followed suit and intensified its suffering. A needle pierced it as well making it wonder how anything moved faster than they, for surely the fastest was them? Confused, angry, regretting it vanished in seconds with a pop.

No color remained.

'It' liked father best. 'It' liked friends. 'It' relented.

In a stream of antibiotic gel the trio Tetarti of fourth day bore no more presence.

A/N: I kind of squashed this one down. It was hard to make it under a 1000 words. Its just a little over that. Pempti is next. I –HATE- Pempti… Granted this was pretty old. Done quite some time ago. Found it laying around -hums- I guess Pempti is next....