-Chapter 18-
Mike, in his
altered body, glanced around at his surroundings, Viewing them as if he were a
newborn; taking in every sight, sound, feel, smell and taste as if it was his
first in his whole life; looking at everything around him with a cautious yet
unresponsive feel around him. Not feeling if he belonged to the world or not,
he heard his heavy, hoarse breathing; saw the steam of his hot breath in
response to the coldness of the rain, which he did not feel falling on his
broad and muscular bare back or didn't even put much thought into it. Either
way, the rain was totally non apparent to his body, even though his eyes were
fully aware of the falling water.
In his eyes,
the rain looked more like... blood; which terrified his small shred of humanity
he had left, but his newly altered mind was excited into a severe want or need
to kill. This partially terrified him; satisfied, surprised and mortified at
his own actions during the past few hours. Killing those people who he used to
be around everyday, murdering the innocent jogger, killing countless others as
he made his way to the school in a blind fury and deep longing, and at last,
the action of killing one of his own friends, which now he did not even know
why he had even been nauseated by the action.
His thoughts
were interrupted by a slight scent of a human. He inadvertently snapped his
head towards the source, trying to perceive where the aroma was coming from.
This scent was an entirely new feeling for him, the scent of humans, even the
most miniscule of smells: the smoke of a fire somewhere, the scent of blood
streaming into the storm drains, the foul stench of decay from the zombies,
even any faint smells of morbidly boiling flesh coming from the cafés and
diners around the area. But the scent of the human somewhere was overwhelming,
enflaming him with burning desire and want.
Overwhelmed
with a basic sense of morbid and sexual curiosity, he wandered around the
campus for a short time, and stopped at a building which had a sign that was
faintly visible in his eyes, but he still made out what it said... Girl's
Locker Room.
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A blood
covered girl woke up from an unconscious state, finding herself in the sterile
safety of a locker room. She moaned as she rubbed the back of her head
painfully. She blinked for a while, but managed to stand up, confused about
what had happened and why she was even in the locker room. She sighed, lowered
her head, and allowed her dark frizzy hair to sway in motion as she gently
swayed side to side. She realized that she was covered in the dark crimson of
blood but her thoughts were so jumbled she didn't even respond.
She walked
over to an opened locker, finding a pair of short shorts, a white tank top, and
a pair of sandals. She looked over to the showers and sighed in relief; she
walked over to the showers, and hung the newly found clothes on the wall
separating the showers from the lockers. She stripped off her blood drenched
clothes, exposing her blood stained breasts and the rest of her body. She
turned the shower knob to HOT, hot enough to make steam fill the locker
room, but not enough to severely burn her skin. In a few minutes, the shower
area became filled with oddly thick steam.
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Outside, he
heard the sound of water being poured out of a shower, intensifying the sound
of the falling rain to a sound greatly compared to, at best, a roaring cascade.
But he still smelled the scent of the human even though the smell of blood had
subsided from his mutated nostrils. He breathed heavily, excited at the smell;
he gently pulled on the doors and found them locked. With an angered grunt, he
pulled slightly harder on the doors, tore them out of their hinges and tossed
them behind him. Allured by the strengthening perfume of the human, he stalked
silently into the room, darting his mutated head left and right to see where
the human might have been.
He found the
showers and saw a human female in the steam of the hot water which created a
sauna like climate in the confines of concrete, glass and steel. He licked his
lips hungrily and felt a slightly razored tongue meet the toughened skin of his
lips; he stalked closer. Hearing the human's soft exhausted breathing, the
sound of the claws on his feet meeting the hard tile, and his own heavy excited
breathing brought his curiosity even higher.
The human
turned around, her eyes closed, unknowingly exposing her sensuous body before
his very eyes. He cocked his head to one side as his eyes explored her body,
his fragmented human side screamed out for him to stop and walk away; while his
overwhelming mutated side felt deep want for this girl. He walked closer to and
lunged at her; grabbing her by the neck with his left hand, forcing her against
the stucco wall, driving his claws into the plaster wall without even noticing
it.
The girl
managed to let out a faint squeaking sound, opened her eyes and met his crimson
eyes. She looked him over while he continued to look her over, she noticed how
the water from the shower ran down his body; covering every muscle, every joint
and limb, then glanced down at his lower body, finding a heavily covered groin
area by layers of thick blackened skin.
He gently
caressed her face with the back of his other hand; she gave him a look of
horror and fear. He smiled with his newly mutated face which gave him a dark
and sinister look of impending torture. He tilted her head towards the ceiling
and his face, he lowered his head; kissing her in deep affection. The girl's
body seemed to go weak while he let his tongue feel itself around her mouth.
She let out a muffled scream of pain as she felt the razors cut into her
sensitive mouth tissue; the cuts filled her mouth with the taste of blood;
while he let his free hand reach down and explore her soft body and freed his
other hand to allow himself to fully embrace her body.
He took his
mouth off of hers as he felt her arms go around his neck then bring her hands
down to rest on his chest. He crouched slightly and lowered his head, took his
tongue out of his mouth and sent it to run down her body, over her breasts,
navel, and back up; making deep cuts in the tender flesh. He seized her hands,
guided them to his waist, and slowly guided them further down to where he
cupped them over his protective skin on his groin which he helped her gently
remove the skin, causing it to fall to the wet ground.
He reached
back up to her shoulders and forcefully lowered her to stand on her knees in
front of him. She widened her eyes as she came face to face with his already
aroused manhood. She looked up at him with a look of anguish and surprise, wept
and whimpered as she knew his intentions only to have him grab her softly in
the back of her head and force her towards his groin. While she took a stare a
his mutated organ, she began to weep uncontrollably, and reluctantly took his
erection into her mouth. He groaned in pleasure as he started to move his hips
toward her even more, the human shut her eyes as she serviced him to the best
that she can, massaging the pulsating organ with her bleeding tongue, applying
some suction. She reached up to stroke his body as she worked her mouth over
his member, causing him to let out a low cry. He grasped the back of her head
with both hands and worked her into swift movement over his pulsing muscle.
She gagged as
he probed himself deep into her mouth and accidentally brushed her teeth
against his swift moving member in her mouth. He let out a wild cry, then
clenched his razor sharp teeth as he was filled with pleasure, letting loose in
her mouth. She managed to suck up some of the gushing body fluids, and let the
rest of the dark gray fluid fall onto the floor. His limpness fell away from
her mouth as he let out a heavy and raspy sigh, letting out both hands to
support himself against the wall.
After catching
his breath, he shoved her down on the hard and wet ground. She stared up at him
in horror, too terrified to want to know what would happen next. He lowered
himself to the ground, lapping out his black tongue as he glared at her. He
spread her legs forcefully and thrust his tongue into her vaginal area, cutting
her insides harshly while oddly giving her some pleasure at the same time. He
stopped and moved his body closer to her and thrust his manhood into her
already bleeding area.
He saw her face perfectly through the thickening steam, her eyes were shut and watery, and her mouth was open; his fluid dripping slightly out of one corner of her mouth. She drew deep breaths at first, then more quickly. He took this moment to notice her face again, he started to give second thoughts of killing her because of her looks; he had seen her face before but couldn't remember when.
Sensing his examination, she opened her eyes and gazed into his; he was emotionally electrified by that gaze, it appeared innocent and lonely, something he had once been. He bit slightly into her neck, sucked out and tasted her sweet coppery blood. He pumped in and out of her gently, then harder; his pace quickened. Both began gasping, she cried out and cried out again. He thrust deep and shuddered, emptying copious measures of himself into her; when the last rush of his seed streamed from him, he stayed inside of her not wanting to abandon her warmth that had temporarily dispelled his cold body's temperature. All he wanted now was to be close to her and she seemed to welcome his stay inside of her.
She wrapped her arms around his upper body lovingly and smiled. The water from the shower was still beating down on their naked, exhausted bodies. He withdrew from her and they lay on their sides, facing each other, heads close, their breath intertwining. Neither spoke nor needed to, gradually they drifted off to sleep. He had never felt this good, fulfilled and satisfied in life or death. Even in his days of youth, he had never felt half as good as he did now.
She fell asleep before he did; his eyes grew heavy, and the last thing he
saw before drifting off to sleep was her beautiful face. As he drifted off to
restful darkness, he almost felt sorry for himself because he had never
realized that there was nothing else in world that was so pure that men would
ever know; the best answer to living was loving. Loving…