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Odyssey II: Chapter 7 - Shared Intelligence
Paul was vomited out in a particularly violent spasm.
Nothing more than a brown, green, gray swirling mass of fluid and gunk on a dirty floor, Paul moved on pure instinct. Still confused, he moved slowly, oozing toward the nearest heart source and beating heart.
Maya continued hacking at Paul's former body, unaware of the organism slipping over the patent leather of her boot until it was sliding through her sock and skin.
Her exertion caused her body to absorb Paul quickly and within moments she carried her own flashing multi-colored scales. Inside, two minds – both foreign to the human body they inhabited – fought for space and control.
"Settle down," Maya ordered once she accepted that she could not expel Paul. "We are in this together now, like it or not. And we have to hurry, or Lysanna's plan will come to fruition and destroy the human race entirely. She's going to contaminate the supply of drinking water for London with her progeny, turning everyone into creatures like this."
"Tal'shen," Paul said dejectedly though he no longer understood the word's meaning.
"Don't call it by name, Paul, it gives it too much power. Right now we need it powerless."
Paul no longer recognized the meaning of his own name but he did know that he was being spoken to and that seemed to hold some meaning to him.
Through shared eyes, he saw a long blade slice through layer after layer of colored flesh, dripping thick blood and sending more flesh thrashing about wildly.
"Killing this thing will stop that?" Paul asked curiously.
"Killing it will hurt Lysanna and her plan, but to thwart her entirely I - we - must destroy her controller as well."
"Controller?" Paul asked, suddenly very interested.
"She calls him Uncle but he is no relative. He is using her to discard her later. He has plans to destroy the humans and make other creatures his slaves."
With one final vicious blow, Paul-Maya severed the head from the shoulders and the grotesque form on the floor before her stopped moving.
Maya-Paul was breathing heavily but could not stop to rest. Time was running short and "Uncle" had to be stopped.
In the next room, the small bedroom that Maya had been using as her base of operations, was the map, notes, and weaponry she'd been collecting – everything she hoped to need to go into this final battle.
Paul was vomited out in a particularly violent spasm.
Nothing more than a brown, green, gray swirling mass of fluid and gunk on a dirty floor, Paul moved on pure instinct. Still confused, he moved slowly, oozing toward the nearest heart source and beating heart.
Maya continued hacking at Paul's former body, unaware of the organism slipping over the patent leather of her boot until it was sliding through her sock and skin.
Her exertion caused her body to absorb Paul quickly and within moments she carried her own flashing multi-colored scales. Inside, two minds – both foreign to the human body they inhabited – fought for space and control.
"Settle down," Maya ordered once she accepted that she could not expel Paul. "We are in this together now, like it or not. And we have to hurry, or Lysanna's plan will come to fruition and destroy the human race entirely. She's going to contaminate the supply of drinking water for London with her progeny, turning everyone into creatures like this."
"Tal'shen," Paul said dejectedly though he no longer understood the word's meaning.
"Don't call it by name, Paul, it gives it too much power. Right now we need it powerless."
Paul no longer recognized the meaning of his own name but he did know that he was being spoken to and that seemed to hold some meaning to him.
Through shared eyes, he saw a long blade slice through layer after layer of colored flesh, dripping thick blood and sending more flesh thrashing about wildly.
"Killing this thing will stop that?" Paul asked curiously.
"Killing it will hurt Lysanna and her plan, but to thwart her entirely I - we - must destroy her controller as well."
"Controller?" Paul asked, suddenly very interested.
"She calls him Uncle but he is no relative. He is using her to discard her later. He has plans to destroy the humans and make other creatures his slaves."
With one final vicious blow, Paul-Maya severed the head from the shoulders and the grotesque form on the floor before her stopped moving.
Maya-Paul was breathing heavily but could not stop to rest. Time was running short and "Uncle" had to be stopped.
In the next room, the small bedroom that Maya had been using as her base of operations, was the map, notes, and weaponry she'd been collecting – everything she hoped to need to go into this final battle.
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