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Author's Note: Text in italics are Kyle's monologues.

The wave of pleasure washed over me over and over and I felt all my muscles contract – then the power went out, even the satellites in orbit. My desire to explore strange new horizons – those of the skin, with my beloved – just happened to be what would lead to humanity's extinction.

"Was it good for you," I would ask, and she would nod, but with intense sadness, for we'd be dying in each other's arms, after so little exploration, so little pleasure.

We'd go at it again, just for something to distract us from the sonic boom of the crashing satellites and the international space station.

Oh yeah, that's the spot, I'd think, just before we got vaporized.

(Joke monologue)

Now I'm serious! Yeah, I realize that one's probably the dirtiest thing I've written yet!

***

Powerless (strangely no relation to the above monologue!)

I realized much too late that Cassidy was more evil than I had ever realized. Firstly, he was a clone, like me, only he'd never been made a prisoner as I had for the first sixteen years of my life.

Secondly, he had lied perfectly well through his teeth and with his body signals when he'd said the chip Latnok had put in Amanda's head was supposed to dissolve on its own.

He had known – had counted on it actually – that Jessi and I would choose to destroy it with electricity. By doing so, I ensured her transformation. In retrospect it was quite clear, but even those with abilities – powers – we couldn't possibly know that the transformation would produce such a creature.

And yet maybe it had all been done by design?

***

"Amanda," Kyle said, thoroughly worried at what he heard and felt, "You're very sick; you should be in hospital."

Amanda shrugged him off, the waves of heat radiating off her skin. Her temperature was 110 F. By all the accounts he'd read, she should be dead already, not walking and seemingly fine. "Get away you pest before I kick you where the sun don't shine!"

Despite his seeming inability to comprehend common expressions, he knew this one. It shocked him that his girlfriend, his sweet, lovable Amanda, would even say such a thing to him. A pest! Maybe she was hallucinating and delirious and at any moment she'd toppled and convulse before dying. To stop such an event he took her by the arm, intending to bring her to the hospital kicking and screaming if need be, but he was intent to keep his sunless spot well protected.

Amanda looked at his hand on her arm and suddenly thrust her free hand palm outward at his sternum. He'd never let go of her arm and as he flew into the brick wall behind him he saw – sickeningly – that her arm was still twitching in his hand.

Worse was that Amanda had already regrown another arm to replace the one she'd lost and was advancing toward him with a leer of pure hatred. Her voice was deep and scared him beyond belief. "You've been warned bug! Now my foot will find a home in your abdomen."

In one swift movement her foot crashed knee deep into the brick wall where he'd been only moments before. Now, hanging from a beam in the ceiling of the Rack, Kyle surveyed his options. Amanda was ten times more powerful than he was and was willing to destroy him just for having tried to get her help.

Against all reason, he knew he had no chance unless he had Jessi's help. She'd been training a lot harder than he ever had this past year. He closed his eyes and sent a message of urgency to Jessi, with the addition of begging her to get Foss too.

Maybe heavy artillery would be the only thing that could work.

When Kyle reopened his eyes, bat-like wings had sprouted on Amanda's back and her face barely even looked human anymore. It was beet red, scaled, and had a large snout instead of a beautiful nose and mouth, one he'd only hours before made out with – okay, more than made out with: made love.

His first time was marred by this grotesque creature. Its belly was already round with creature spawn and Amanda – if he could even call her that anymore – sprouted a spiked tail that gleamed with purple venom. The eyes of the creature were black, a pure absence of light, but showed immense intellect.

Kyle couldn't suppress the most intimate question, "Are you still there Amanda?"

The harsh cackle that responded to his question neither denied or confirmed it. "In a few hours, there will be nothing you can do, insect."

He freed his left hand and concentrated on the fluids inside Amanda, inside the beast, and tried to push them as hard as he could into the tables below her. The creature wavered in the air, clearly challenged by his attack, but she did not fall. She grunted, "You're stronger than you look, insect."

With those words she flew threw the large windowpane at the front of the restaurant. Splinters and shards of glass exploded into the grass and the street beyond. By the time he fell back to the ground and looked outside, whatever Amanda had transformed into was nowhere in sight.

A few explosions in the distance showed him her path though.

In less than five minutes Jessi and Foss arrived from separate directions, Jessi on foot and Foss in his black armored SUV. Kyle knew he always carried a few grenades and a number of automatic and semi-automatic machine guns – almost all thoroughly illegal – but with the problems they'd had in the past, Kyle had been convinced it was a necessary precaution.

It didn't mean he liked violence though.

A huge fireball and resounding blast shined in the distance as a gas station went up in flames. Suddenly a lone police siren sounded then several and in less than thirty seconds likely the city's entire emergency staff responded en masse, clearly remembering what 911 had taught all Americans.

Little did they know this wasn't a terrorist.

Jessi's eyes were open wide as she came running and stopped before him. "What happened? Is Amanda all right?"

Jessi and Amanda may not have liked each other, or even mildly tolerated each other, but neither had ever intended the other harm. Even with her faults Kyle was immensely touched at Jessi's thoughtfulness. He hurried into her arms and gave her a huge hug. As tears erupted from his eyes he choked out the only words he could, "That was Amanda."

Foss, now beside them, seemed utterly calm. "Did she just destroy that gas station?"

Kyle nodded into Jessi's neck and kissed it repeatedly. Jessi gasped and held him harder as a result. She began to breathe heavily and Kyle's mind clouded as he smelled the fresh shampoo in her hair. He gripped her back tightly and she reciprocated, shocked yet ready to continue.

Foss yelled, bringing them back to reality. They let go of each other, each blinking the fog of lust from their eyes. "Kyle, please don't tell me her skin was red and scaly."

He nodded as he took Jessi's hand in his. It was clear from Foss's unspoken words that Amanda was surely lost to him and to the world.

Another tremendous explosion flashed at the horizon, likely another gas station. "Latnok must have finally infiltrated Area 61."

Jessi corrected him, "Area 51 you mean."

Foss shook his head. "Area 51 is just a pile of miniature man-made demons. Area 61 was the real deal and was supposed to be destroyed long ago. It's clear though something survived and it's now in Amanda. At least they only live a few hours so we're fine." He started running to the SUV. "Come on!"

When they were inside and he punched the vehicle into drive, Kyle coughed and asked, "What if she was pregnant?"

"Then we're doomed, but at least that's impossible. They have to mate with a willing partner. It's something of a fail safe in their genetic code."

Several seconds passed before Jessi slapped Kyle hard across the face. "You slept with her!"

Foss turned a severe stare at Kyle who blushed and nodded.

Foss never saw the ambulance racing in from the left and was killed instantly.

When Kyle and Jessi woke in the wreckage of the massive accident, they were both fine but were caged inside their metal prison. Firefighters were already on scene and were trying valiantly to get them out of the mangled steel with the jaws of life but Foss's SUV had heavier armor than they were accustomed to.

In the meantime a three hundred foot tall red beast best described as a contender for a certain fictitious lizard that commonly attacked Tokyo was pillaging and destroying everything in sight. Dozens if not hundreds of smaller beasts flew around it.

As tank fire and heavy artillery were thrown toward the beast – and fighter jets and attack helicopters fired their missiles at the thing – numerous explosions and terrific gouts of blood poured over the streets, coating them with thick sticky fluid.

The smaller creatures feasted on this fluid and soon had engorged bellies of their own and flew in all directions.

When Kyle and Jessi were safely out of the SUV they personally witnessed one such smaller creature give birth to dozens of red flies which grew to human size in a matter of minutes. The one who had given birth to them started to grow ever larger and it was headed their way.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Jessi turned to Kyle and said, "We're powerless against them Kyle! We have to run away!"

He had to agree that it didn't look like there was anything they could do. Soldiers appeared on scene and a tank fired a massive shell at the growing creature, destroying its head and most of its torso. A fountain of blood splattered nearby buildings and the human sized creatures dove into the fluid. A number were shot by bazooka fire and another by the tank but five survived and flew away even as their bellies grew larger.

***

"I released you into the world! Obey me and we can rule it together," Cassidy shouted into a microphone.

The gigantic creature glanced at the flea, at the insect, and laughed even as it squashed him underfoot.

A number of nuclear missiles bore down on Seattle and surrounding cities, blasting everything within 500 miles to ash.

***

A month later, Jessi and Kyle survived by continuously moving north. Kyle was tormented by visions of the deformed Amanda turning into the world's ruling creature. Fully grown at 1500 feet their lifespan was also now significantly longer than the few hours of the human sized version.

They only had to cower in their hole for five years – they expected – before the largest ones died.

They only wondered whether anyone else could survive? It appeared as though the creatures refused to mutilate themselves to propagate. Only through violence and the shedding of their blood could they multiply. It's how the things are fertilized, with violence, with ignition, with combustion.

Oddly, Jessi periodically said something quite out of character, "Amanda's alive Kyle; she's here beside me!"

Kyle shook his head and dismissed her. She was clearly delusional. At the horizon he watched one adult Overlord stomping and commanding its underlings as they hurried in the construction of some massive structure. What it would do was beyond imagining, and yet Kyle wondered if he might have already imagined it.

Maybe it would extend their lives or worse, intentionally shed their blood so they can continue to live on the Earth.

He shuddered as he sat in his hole, waiting for the inevitable. If only he hadn't made love to the blonde vixen that had been Amanda.

***

Jessi turned to Amanda and put her hand to the girl's head. Kyle had been dreaming now for three whole days and was starting to show signs of malnutrition. What she saw there shocked her. The chip that had been planted in Amanda's head was directing a signal directly into Kyle's brain.

Inadvertently she was the one killing him!

Against her better judgement Jessi sat Amanda down and talked. After two hours of questions and tears – and one failed attempt at disabling the device with electricity (it only made it stronger it seemed) – Amanda booked a flight out of the country, as far as she could afford.

Amanda had brought in her checked luggage a little special bottle of pills. As fate had it though, Kyle's condition had never ceased to worsen and the flight had misdirected her luggage.

Desperate and despondent, Amanda walked across the street.

***

Kyle snapped out of his nightmare and instantly saw that he was naked in literally a pool of sweat. Jessi hovered over him, gaunt looking and with tears having evidently slid down her cheeks for many hours.

"Kyle," she said. "Don't be angry." She took his hands at his smile and brought him into her memories.

***

Amanda stood in front of memory Jessi above a sweaty Kyle thrashing incessantly in his tub. "Rip the damn thing out of my head! I implore you Jessi!"

She shook her head, "I can't do that Amanda; you would die the moment I touched it. It's programmed to do that."

"I can't live with myself knowing I'm the reason Kyle will die in a matter of days. You have to kill me because I won't, I can't." Amanda's hair was a tangled mess and her clothes stank. In fact, Jessi didn't appear to be any better.

"What's going on?" Kyle asked. Of course the memory simply continued.

"I refuse," memory Jessi said and walked out.

"We've tried everything! There's nothing left!" Amanda yelled hoarsely.

Jessi turned to him as the scene returned to reality and Kyle started shivering in the cold pool of sweat, hungry and thirsty beyond anything he'd ever felt. "What happened?"

"Latnok killed you with Amanda." She held his head in her hands as fresh tears fell. "They now have a way to kill us, from anywhere in the world."

"How?" was all he could say. His throat constricted shut as sob after sob throbbed through his frame.

"When you tried to disintegrate that chip in Amanda's head with electricity, you only kick-started its program. It took a couple weeks to get through its setup files but once it started broadcasting you fell and began dreaming, two months ago."

"But I'm fine now; it's alright, right?"

"She walked out in front of a bus – in Toronto." Jessi looked down. "I'm so sorry; by the time I learned of her plan I could only try to talk her out of it by cell phone."

Without a moment's hesitation she showed him the conversation in her memory.

Rage, a once foreign emotion to Kyle, was bubbling in him now, ready to explode.

The old Kyle died that day with Amanda's useless death. The first person to die at my hands was Cassidy, even though Jessi got to him first. It took a fair bit of time before I learned that not all of Latnok was like Cassidy, but that was well after I had destroyed it from the inside out – like Cassidy had tried to do with my life.

I was thankful for Jessi throughout the campaign. Without her I would have lost myself to the rage and become a merciless demon like the one from my nightmare, only not 1500 feet tall. And can't forget the babies that feasted on the blood of their violently slain mother either. Can't do that after all, not that I'd ever want to.

***

A tremendous explosion rocked the earth and a huge fireball flowered high above them.

"Shall we go home?" Kyle said to Jessi.

She smiled, sighed, and broadened her smile further, giving his hand a squeeze.

With Latnok gone the world might be in some ways worse off, but we could live the way we wanted to – in peace. In some strange ritual, that night, as Jessi and I made love for the first time, I silently dedicated it to Amanda, whose sacrifice made it possible.

Besides, how could I have ever chosen between them? They were more alike than they ever cared to admit.

FIN

Author's Note: To Amanda and Jessi fans, I don't know what's gotten into me but at least you know where the inspiration for this piece came from. That darned chip in Amanda's head. Review please!