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Two for the price of Many: Time to Spread
With the ten-day quarantine over (and his alien nature exerting control over him), Patrick Ross had gone out on a mating spree, searching for as many females as possible to procreate with. The goal was to produce as many hybrids to add to the many he hid in his childhood shed with the sisters from the fundraiser and his fiancée, who continued to birth more of his children from their infected wombs, despite the pain the repeated childbearing caused them.
Unfortunately, unlike them, none of these other women were able to survive bearing just one hybrid child of his, often resulting in him having to dispose of the bodies to avoid drawing too much attention to himself. He had at least ten women that didn't make it, leaving him with seven sons and three daughters. It would be a short while until he was set to go back out again into the world and breed again.
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"…Aaaahh!" Lindsey, the debutante from the fundraiser party, groaned as another hybrid child was pushed into the world by her. "Aah…aah…"
As she past out, one of the sons of Patrick and his fiancee, who was holding her, let her go and picked up the newborn, finding it was another girl.
Then, fifteen minutes later, Melissa had birthed another child of her own, another boy.
"Please," she begged, "kill me."
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"You see?" One of the women tasked with monitoring Eve's biorhythms revealed to Laura Baker. "Every so often, her rates go berserk."
Laura was uncertain of who was behind this, as she and Lennox had been unable to ascertain the identity or location of the hybrid perp. And then, there was the fact that the only deaths they were even aware of were the two women found on the street two days ago in an alley. Beyond that, there were no leads or clues to follow.
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With the belief that only a rare few of the human females could survive an extended period of bearing his hybrid children, Patrick decided to return to his childhood home and work with the sisters and Melissa, who, by now with the time he'd been out and about, had to have bore even more hybrids for him. Once he did a headcount of his sons and daughters, he would have them cocoon and reemerge as adults in order to send them out into the world. They would go their separate ways, spread as far as they could, with his sons breeding with the strongest females like he did the first three times, and his daughters bearing the children of the strongest males. When all was said and done, there would've been very little hope in preventing what led to an epidemic of species-threatening proportions.
Entering the barn, he found his fiancée had just delivered another boy, no longer having the strength to scream in pain or fear, but her sobs continued to make themselves known to his sight. He walked past her and stood in front of the two sisters, who'd been dragged further to the back of the barn by his daughters as they spawned three more hybrids each. This surprised him; with him, they each had only been able to birth one hybrid at a time. They, too, had ceased screaming, but their tears were still visible. He turned to the left side of the floorboards…and took notice of one of his older sons with Melissa, who was as bare as he'd been eight days ago, and realized what had happened while he was out.
Somehow, the sisters must've ceased reproduction of his children, and this hybrid had restarted it by breeding them himself, filling them with his seed, resulting in these hybrids being third generation instead of second generation. This, of course, meant that these children would develop much faster than his own were, probably within hours instead of days. But he paid this discovery no mind; so long as the women were still alive, the primary source of his many hybrid children would be building.
Just then, one of the sisters had birthed another trio of hybrids, unable to scream or move to show that any effort was put into her birthing.
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"…I think we may have a lead on where our alien is," said Lennox to Laura over the phone as he rode around the streets. "A call came in an hour ago about a man covered in blood returning to a seedy hotel. I'm heading there right now."
The seedy hotel was only about four stories in height, with old paint peeling off and bars on the windows. It was one of those cheap-priced way stations for people that valued their privacy over the quality of the setting. It was probably at least twenty dollars for a week here.
"Anyone here call the police an hour ago?" Lennox questioned the man behind the counter and the men on the old sofas around the lobby.
"Yeah, I did," the guy behind the counter answered him. "He's in 35-D on the top floor."
"And you're sure he was covered in blood?"
"His shirt was drenched in it, I swear."
Lennox took the elevator up to the fourth floor and walked down the hall to the door of the potential perp.
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Eighty-eight. Patrick Ross had counted eighty-eight children he had fathered through the sisters and Melissa. One-hundred-thirty-seven and increasing when you included the newer children that had been fathered by one of his sons. They were a small army of young men and women, not as vulnerable as humans were, and backed up by remarkable qualities that humans would never possess for many thousands of generations.
And now, as he was helping them into the chrysalis stage to be reborn as adults, he figured it would be another two hours before they were able to go their separate ways. So many children, so few grandchildren, and from just three women that had never been through as much pain as one could possibly endure. He guessed that he should be more grateful to these three for becoming such reliable incubators.
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As the science team entered the seedy hotel disguised as a police crew, they collected the remains of the culprit and took him back to the lab to run their tests and ascertain his identity, both human and alien.
Lennox, with just a minor arm and leg injury, was unsure of whether or not this alien bastard was the one responsible for these recent deaths. It was just a feeling, but he felt like there was no easy way to know for sure.
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With the last of his children entering the chrysalis stage, Patrick returned to check on the women that had given them to him, and was quite surprised to find all three of them standing up on their feet…and looking at him. But, as strange as it seemed, he didn't detect any hostility from any of them.
Bare as the children they were forced to bear, the sisters and Melissa appeared quite well, considering that they had endured accelerated pregnancies over a dozen times, with their abdomens restored to their slender states. They appeared a little endowed with some more muscle growth in their arms and legs. But it was their eyes that gave any indication that they were anything but well. It was like something had died within them…and was replaced with something else entirely.
"While you were away, we all got better," Melissa told him, walking over to him.
Still detecting no hostility from them, Patrick didn't suspect anything to happen. But then, he was surprised by his fiancee kissing him on his lips!
The expressions on the sisters' faces turned grim and shallow. These three clearly had something on their minds.
"It turns out the sisters aren't really sisters," Melissa, once she removed her lips from his, told him. "They just had a habit of charming unreachable men."
The next thing Patrick noticed, the three no longer looked human. Their skin turned a dark shade of red or maroon, their hair became replaced with tentacles, and their eyes turned yellow. Somehow, as Patrick began to suspect, the continued birthing of his children had resulted in a mutation to the rest of their bodies, turning them into hybrids similar to himself and their children. He didn't even suspect something of this sort could happen.
To be continued…
A/N: Another completed chapter for Halloween.