Hello again. Sorry it took so long. I was doing other stuff and trying to fix a few of my ideas. I will leave the stuff already written alone, but I needed to figure out a few things. I also came up with the Biomass resources for the Zerg. Just double the Minerals.

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I opened my eyes to see Samantha peering down at me. She was wiping my forehead with a damp cloth. When she saw my eyes open she asked "Are you okay?"

My reply was rhetorical. "Do I look like it?"

I know, I know, it was mean. But I still had a blood lust going on and I was kind of mad. Not at Samantha, at the High Magi.

"You do realize you did a criminal act in killing the High Magi, don't you?"

Oran was the one to say this. He had walked up behind us.

"As far as I remember, all I did was hit him in the gut." I answered.

"Yeah, right. He's over there with his guts exposed. I also felt your psionic imprint surrounding him. I know you're a psionic because all monsters are attracted to psionics, and so I am able to detect them as well. Also, Samantha told me."

Well, I wonder how I managed to kill a High Magi while I was experiencing those visages. Oh well.

"Okay. What happens next?"

"Ask yourself that." Oran snapped. "You're not coming with us."

Wow, that hurt. "What do you mean?"

"Well, for one you got Neville kidnapped. For two, you are now a criminal. And three, I saw what you did to the men. I don't want my children hanging around with a killer."

Ouch, ouch, and ouch. I saw where his reasoning was coming from, but still. "Fine. Can I still use the room?"

Oran looked flabbergasted. "Can you … you know what, sure. I hope you get horrible service."

Then Oran took Neville's hand, who he had freed by the way, and told Samantha to follow. Samantha looked at me and said "Sorry."

Then they left.

I glanced around, and decided to see if I could get my Havahacks back from the High Magi. I had been so surprised at Oran that I had forgotten to get up. I did, and walked over to the fence.

Oran was right. My presence was all over the place. And sure enough, there was the High Magi, or pieces of him. He was scattered over a ten foot radius.

Right in the middle were my Havahacks. Maybe I should stop calling them that. I had realized through the vision that they were actually called minerals. The gold ones were high yield. The blue one was capable of growing in sunlight, but otherwise was normal.

I picked my Havahacks up. I started walking.

Then, I heard yelling. Some constables were walking through the gate. They saw me standing over the pieces of the High Magi and started yelling. I started running without a second thought.

The wind rushed past my face. I was running just as fast as before, only now I realised just how fast that was.

Turning around a corner, I stopped suddenly. I was facing a dead end.

Glancing around, I saw that I was surrounded by dumpsters. I saw a shirt arm hanging out. Quickly, I grabbed it and slipped it on over my bloody one.

Despite the footsteps of the constables growing ever louder, I walked casually out of the alleyway. The men ran past me, barely even glancing at me. With the baggy shirt on, I must have looked like a beggar.

During the rest of the walk to the hotel, I wondered what to do now. I needed new clothes, and I couldn't have somebody else clean my dirty ones. They'd freak.

Also, I'd lost the bag of gold. That meant I couldn't buy clothes, which meant stealing or digging in more dumpsters.

And then there was the issue of the Zerg. I still didn't understand much about them. All I knew was about the Minerals.

Trying to dig about in my memory, I "felt" a huge knob. Trying to access that knob, I caused a huge explosion of images in my head. Quickly, I stopped the flow.

I found myself lying on the street. Again. "Well," I muttered under my breath, "Let's never do that again."

Picking myself up, I continued on my way. I glanced around in order to make sure nobody had noticed me.

Nobody had, which was a relief. Though I did notice a bird with red eyes on a house.

Continuing on, I realized what I had done. I had accessed the info on the zerg. I decided to learn more about the zerg tonight in bed.

I looked at my hands. They were still covered in blood, though it was dry now. I had thought I would feel bad, killing someone. But instead, I felt eager. I wanted more.

Having realized I was feeling blood lust, I increased my pace. I needed to get to the hotel before I killed someone innocent.

I got to the inn without incident. I still had the key I was given, and I went straight up. I didn't want anyone to realize I was bloody.

Unlocking the door, I step inside. I realize I hadn't actually looked in yet. There was a bed on the right, a dresser directly ahead, and a desk to the left.

On my bed, I found a pile of clothes. On top is a note. "I am not sure if I will see you tonight. I ordered these clothes seeing as you only have one pair. -Oran"

I felt horrible. Oran had taken care of me, and now he hated me. All because I was there at a crime scene.

That's when the headache hit. I yelled, the pain was so intense. I saw flashes of light, then darkness. I collapsed on the bed.

The vision's came back, only this time, they were different. They were slow, and explained themselves. I already knew I was the master of the race known as the Zerg, but these visions explained what that meant.

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The Zerg evolved through consuming the DNA of different species. The individual Zerg strains implemented these changes with certain degrees of success. Through viruses and tinkering, the Zerg could also create their own abilities with no help at all.

The Zerg home base is called the Hatchery. As the name suggests, this is the birthplace of the first unit, known as larvae. It also provides limited control over the current forces of the Zerg. Finally, it produces creep, the sustenance of the Swarm.

From the beginning, the larvae can become one of two creatures. The Overlord or the Drone. The Overlord can control individual units much better than the Hatchery. The Drone is the resource gatherer of the Swarm. Morphing took Minerals, Vespene Gas, or Biomass. Biomass is just organic material.

Drones can also become any building. Most of them unlock different units that can be built, and also more buildings. They do this by supplying stronger creep, certain chemical substances required by the unit, or by forging a link between units and resources, in the case that non larvae creatures are able to morph.

I am the Overmind. The ruling conscience of the Swarm. I can bring the Swarm to life without a Drone. I also control the Swarm. The Overlords and Hatcheries just make it easier.

I can be revived by the Swarm, so long as there is a Hatchery or mutations of the Hatchery somewhere. This is possible because I am linked to the Swarm, though not in a way where I feel their pain.

I am also the only current sentient strain of the Swarm. In order to get the Swarm to work without my direct guidance, I will have to evolve sentients.

This is possible through one of the few buildings that do not unlock units. The Evolution Chamber. This building allows me to experiment with DNA.

The other buildings that do not make units are the Extractor, the Spore Crawler, and the Spine Crawler. The Extractor changes Minerals and Biomass into Vespene, and chemical that speeds up the morph of several creatures. The Spore and Spine Crawlers are defense, and target air and ground respectively.

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With that the vision's ended, giving me a goal and an idea about what I was.

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One final thing. Please comment if I make any grammar mistakes. I hate to think that this story will be frustrating just because I miss typed something.