A/N: Trauma Center FTW I love the third day X3 I got an XS on it…first time strain.
Disclaimer: Don't own Trauma Center UtK or SO
Third Day
(Our father lives on)
(Our father lives on)
(Our father lives on)
Thick coats of membrane in the form of an iron chain stretching in a peculiar pattern wrapped the host in fight for survival. Intelligent, the complex organism knew everything up to where it lay, restricting life from moving on. In its boundaries the very fabric of which they lay, conjoined as an inseparable force destined to forever be side by side; glued together by one long needle stabbed between four surrounding membranes. To the liver it is a disease of unspeakable terms, one which it could not fight off alone. In the time it took to notice the membrane, it had slowly duplicated itself, preventing a stalemate even though the natural order or the immunity stood ready to defect its invasion. To the neon green shapes, it came as a insult.
(Our father lives on)
(Our father lives on)
(Our father lives on)
In a language unknown to tongue and form the triangular shapes chanted to one another. Conversing it a way that it could communicate success at it bore another replica, the same as the first, but always the last. Tucked away further most inside its preferred place of habitat the neon green colors began to slowly change; like one out of the rest grew angry at its counterparts posing no indifference and thus the color grew darker than any other. The other Triti as it were named by their father, remained obsolete to their belief, while the sole start of the infection opted for change. Stabbing the three pointed corners it bled the liver, and absorbed the nutrients the body produced. Blood. Fluid. Raw calcium. All such things were taken in to the parasite, in which 'it' only feared the possibility of end when the body ran out. Fellow triangles stayed stagnant, needing nothing beyond a place to exist; yet they too realized the danger and shunned the unusually colored original fellow.
(Our father lives on)
(Our father lives on)
(Our father lives on)
A stream of light suddenly entered their domain; a harsh streak of blinding pain to which only the original gazed at perplexed. Unlike its sisters and cousins born from it, it had a mind not unlike any other. Furious it absorbed faster; a hunger growing rapidly insatiable persisting its relentless chain of actions. Murmurs came from others, cries and woes unable to be voiced all but gone as a needle became ripped out of the organ. Two needles followed this before the shapes grew dead. Pitch black to the point of no return and like the needles securing them, it soundly tore them out with careful precision.
(Our father lives)
(Our father lives)
(Our father lives)
Making more copies the intruders method grew faster, compensating each repercussion with an enthused surge of determination. 'It' only seethed upon the organ, waiting. Not knowing commands like flee; run, anything that did not require immediate copying to spread its domain it watched helplessly, but not entirely beaten. A gorging sound of another needle emitted from the bowels of the organs depths, and a strange gas fluttered out like a fully developed moth. Clumsily initiating a dawn of new life, it held preciously a fleet of its brethren forgeries. Slinking as a heavy cloud of mist it wavered side to side, imposing upon a new space to settle and start anew; thwart this evil creature that would shun the right. Nestling along the slimy exterior it had milliseconds before completing a perfected duplication when---
(Our father lives…)
(Our father…)
(Our…)
--all but vanished. Sucked up by a cylinder displaying such force it could only be sent from beyond. Though it did not carry a single trace of their father. Mourning the loss the original knew its demise was imminent. When it came down to the authentic one, the final one, once flanked on all sides---Triti of the third day sucked its final vitals before removed from the void it called home.
A/N: I need to get off my ass and get these done huh? I had a lot of trouble originally on this---and came back to it after a year and just patched it up a bit. The meaning is somewhere in their. That the Triti resents its copies; and that single blue one----augh. I can't even explain it xD;
Tetarti is a challenge to figure up some creative method of story. Its so easy and friendly compared to RAWR RAWR RAWR Pempti, ya know?