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[M4F] Script: EPA Subject #427
🕑 Added 2022-02-25 15:18:32 +0000 UTCAll Pravum, except for part 3.
(maybe cyber-punk-eqsue background audio, to signify futuristic setting, but not on a ship - yeah, lol, fuck that, they’re totally on a ship)
Hmmmm, you look a little too lost in thought, and as much as I love the way you think, your expression tells me that whatever is going through your mind is more worrying than it has the right to be. Talk to me?
*chuckle* There’s no rush, alright? Come here, let me hold you. Breathe. Slow down.
Hmm? Do I think I could do what? *laugh* Oh? That mind power I have? Hmmmm, I suppose I could, since you asked. But you know it only works if you let it, right? It’s not like I start controlling your thoughts or anything, it just lets me…. I guess, “see them”, and talk to them. *chuckle* I guess it’s just the conversations we have, but with less steps, huh?
I know it feels different, it’s almost a little exciting, isn’t it? *chuckle* Alright, but only if you promise to stop me if it feels strange, alright? It’s not exactly… normal.
Okay, *laughing* I believe you. Of course I do. Then, let’s go over here. Lay down, put your head on my lap, there you go.
Good. Now, close your eyes, that’s it. Breathe in. Hold it. (4 seconds) And breathe out. Breathe in again. (4 seconds) And breathe out. *breath closer, drifting around the ears* *breathing instruction starts to fade into the background* Breathe in. And out. (repeat 10x - breathe becomes universal repeat for sfw)
Voice 1: repeat word: relax
Now, follow my voice. Don’t focus on it. Let go of your concentration. It’s alright if it fades into the background. It’s still there. I’m still there. So follow it, but don’t focus. Let it come and go, just like your breath. Feel it around you, like a warm, heavy blanket.
Relax. Think of a place where all your worries fade away. A place where you can relax, and let the tensions go. A bed. A warm, comfortable bed, large enough that you can spread out, and sink into. Your eyes closed, your hands, open, on your back, as you seem to float away, in the comfort. The sun is out, but it doesn’t disturb you. It’s not too bright, and your eyes stay gently closed.
And as you lie there, you can feel each area of your body begin to relax.
(voice 2 somewhere below)
A drop of water, falling, breaking onto the surface of a lake. A calm, smooth lake. There is no wind. There is no movement. When the drop hits the surface, it creates a circle of many, small ripples, all radiating out from the drop. But as the ripples go, they begin to fade. The water begins to become smooth again. To become relaxed. Soon, the lake is calm. Smooth. Like a mirror in the sun.
Let the ripples through. Let your body adjust. Let your mind adjust. Let the droplets fall. Then, settle down. Find where you are comfortable. Let yourself sink deeper into my lap. Deeper into relaxation. Feel your muscles unravel with each breath. All the small tensions in your fingers, fading away. Your hand falls naturally. Your arms feel weightless, no longer working. Your eyebrows relax further, allowing the little bits of strain that you didn’t know were there, to slowly start to fade away. Your back sinks deeper into the bed. Your legs don’t have to support you right now.
So let yourself relax.
The lake, the clear, smooth mirror, water reflecting the sun, drains to a river. It is slow, small, and silent. But gradually, over time, the drop that fell in the lake, will be pulled to the river. The water will naturally flow in that direction, even if it does not seem like it moves at all. And then, the river will let the drop flow away. You don’t hear it happen. You can’t see it happen. But after some time, you realize that it did. The ripples are gone. The drop has been swept away.
Your worries. Your tensions. Your stress. Will be swept away. The ripples are fading. The river is flowing. It moves slowly, but it does move. So allow all your fears, all your concerns, all your tension, to slowly, and gradually, start to flow away. To flow out. Allow yourself to relax.
The worries are gone. The drop will fall again. A new drop, different from the last. But you know how it fell. You saw it dissolve. You know the river carried it away. So let it go. Feel yourself, floating in the bed. Safe. Quiet. Warm. Comfortable. No worries. No stress. No tension. Relaxed.
Voice 2: repeat word: safe
Imagine. Silence. Darkness. Still. Calm. Nothing. Secure. Safe.
Then, the sound starts to fade in. A comforting sound. There is no bustle. No people talking. No traffic going by. No alarms going off. A small sound. Close, but quiet. The ambience of soft crackling. An occasional, natural pop. A piece of wood in the fireplace. A low, warm glow, spreading out from the wall, bathing the room in light. A gentle heat, pleasant, careful, welcoming. Contained. Safe. Just where you want it to be. Beautiful in the flames.
You don’t have to worry. I know you do. It comes naturally, doesn’t it? The little thoughts that pester you. The nagging feeling that you’re forgetting something. It’s always pulling at you, whispering to you. Making you concerned. Making you anxious.
Please, hush. Let me whisper to you instead. Let me pull you away. Let yourself feel safe. You have time. Slow down. Take a breath. Take one step back. Let it all stand still. Let your thoughts come, and go. In this moment. Right now. Here, with my voice. You are free. You are safe. You will be okay.
(voice 3 start?)
The fire burns. Softly. Gently. Warm. Comfort. Around you, colors begin to show. The flames peacefully dance. The light is reflected; it waves, sways, and bows off the walls. The shadows follow. Happily, not worrisome. There is a roof over your head. There is a floor underneath you. The fire keeps it warm. It keeps you safe. You can feel the walls. They are rough, but not painful. They are dull, but pretty. Natural. Strong. Sturdy. Wooden pillars. Smooth wood floor. A cabin. A small room, all that you need.
Another sound. Slow, soft. Muted. Gentle. The wind, and the snow carried by it. You can hear it. You know it is around you. But it is stopped. Protected by the walls. Warm. Safe. Outside you can watch the snow fall. You know it is cold, but it does not bother you.
The world moves around you. Each day. Each moment. Time will pass. This too, will pass. There is no rush. There is no urgency. In this moment, there is nothing you need to do. Take a moment. Let it all stand still. The worries. The concerns. The frustration. This too, will pass. You are doing just fine. You are safe.
Outside, the cold has trapped the world. It is stopped. Quiet. Still. Calm. From the window in the cabin, you can see a lake. A silver mirror, dusted with white, as the flakes fall from the sky. It is frozen. Motionless. Serene. Tranquil.
The sun will come. The white will turn to green, and soon, the winter will pass. Life will return, the sounds of growth. But do not rush it. Do not force it. Allow it come, and allow it to go. You are safe from the cold. The wood has enough fire. From here, you can watch the snow fall. You can smile, relax, and settle down. Enjoy the moment. Let the calm in. Let the quiet stay. Let yourself feel safe.
Voice 3: repeat word: strong
Breathe. Ground yourself. Resolve. Steadfast. Force. Power. Drive. You are strong.
Take my hand. Follow my voice. Let me show you all there is to see. Let me show you the real power in yourself. Don’t back down. Don’t step away. Push ahead. Make your way through. Battle the waves, they can’t hold you back. You are the storm. Speak up. Louder!
Come here. There’s something I want to show you.
Do you see the water? The lake, silver and smooth. Like a sheet of glass, laid over the world. Gaze into it. Look in the mirror. Stand closer. Here. Don’t be afraid. The water can’t hurt you. Not here. Not now.
That’s it. Feel it around your feet, over your ankles. Not too cold, not too warm. Now look down. What do you see?
No. Not *just* yourself. Look at me now. Don’t break yourself down to such a simple idea. Do you understand? You are not just another human. A brick in the wall, the same shade as the rest. You are not a mindless drone to wander the wasteland. Do you understand that?
You are more than that. You are strong. Beautiful. Handsome. Calm. Thoughtful. Intelligent. Perceptive.
Tell me a thought. A dream. A wish. Give me a vision in your mind. What do you want?
Now look back to the water. You see it. Yourself. Able. Capable. You do not fail. You learn. You do not lose. You find new ways. Do you understand? You can do it. Whatever you want. You are strong.
Step further. Take my hand. The water moves around us. Around you. It cannot hurt you. Not here. Not now. You can move it. Push it aside. You are in complete control.
Do you understand? Together, we could conquer the world.
Nothing is out of our reach. Nothing is too much. We are the masters of our own destiny. We are able to design our own universe. We are strong.
Don’t look back, except to learn. Take the chance. You can do more than you know. You don’t have to dream. You don’t have to hope. With each step you take, you get closer to breathing life into every wish.
Step further into the water. Tell it what you want. Ask it to move, and it will listen. Do you see it? Do you understand? You are strong. Unstoppable. Invincible. Immortal. Carry on. Push forward. Have no regrets. With each step, you walk deeper. Further into yourself. Stronger. Faster. Unmatched. This is your world. You are in complete control.
You are strong.
PART 2:
Voice 1: repeat word: good girl
That was a lot, wasn’t it? It’s okay. You’re okay. Just don’t forget to breathe.
Mmmmm, you want something else? To change the tone a bit? I can do that. Go on, tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.
Good girl.
Then lean back for me. But more importantly, spread your legs. Just a bit, there you go. Let yourself spread out over the bed, nice and comfortable. That’s it. Keep your eyes closed. You feel relaxed, don’t you? Good. Then stay still for me, and if you need to move, if you want to slow down, if you need me to stop, let me know. This is for you. So relax, and help me, to let you relax. And enjoy.
Good girl.
Look at you *chuckle* Fuck, you are stunning. Your body is amazing, you know that? Every inch of it. I know that’s hard to believe sometimes, so let me show you. I think I’ll start… right here *kissing where necessary* at the base of your neck, between the collar bones.
They stand out just the right amount, as if they were inviting my lips in. Are they? For a soft kiss, right where they meet. So lean back. Breathe out. Let me feel them shudder, if you let me move. Dragging fingers across them, tracing their outlines, as if you were made from marble. My forefinger on the top, my thumb underneath, letting them slide along, my tongue following shortly after, leaving a cool, wet trail along your smooth skin. Don’t you like how my mouth looks on you?
Good girl.
Then let my hands move up, to cradle your jaw. It’s the form I would have, if I were moving in to kiss you oh so deeply, but my mouth is busy, remember? So allow yourself to feel it. My knuckles, grazing along your jawbone, my teeth gently toying at the veins and muscles that stand out on your throat. Fuck, is it lovely. Have you been told that before? It’s inviting. As if it’s calling to me, to just nip at, lick at, and worship like the rest of you.
You’re such a fucking good girl for me.
(voice 2 start?)
So let me show you. Let me show you just how good you are for me. Because there are too many parts of your body that just don’t get the attention they deserve. Your shoulders, your arms. You compliment mine so often, so let me just sink my teeth into yours. You don’t see it as much as you should, so let me tell you what I see there. That smooth, slender but tight muscle, they way they look when they stroke my cock, when they’re hooked around my neck, when they’re behind your back, trying to spread yourself for me, when they’re resting above your head, showing off like the fucking Aphrodite that you are. It’s sexy, it’s hot. It’s completely fucking gorgeous like the rest of your body. Let me mark them. Let me remind you of everything I’ve said. Let the little outlines of my teeth, the small bruise of my mouth, each time you see them, be a reminder. You are fucking incredible.
You fucking good girl.
So let me see your hands next. Can you feel my tongue? Feel it caress the inside of your palm? My lips, ticking the underside of each finger? Let me feel those hands again. Feel them grab at me, pull me closer. Your nails dragging across my back, your hands holding my face closer to your own, your fingers brushing against my head as my tongue competes against them to please that tender mound. But I’m not done yet, gorgeous thing. The whole lower half of your body is waiting, and I know that you might be wet and twitching for me, but you’ll be a good girl and be patient, won’t you?
Then let’s move all the way down here, to the tops of your feet. Relax. Stay still for me. I told you every inch of your body, didn’t I, dear pet? Then let my hands run along them, press into them, and work out a bit of that tension, before my tongue follows again, up the top, past the dip of your ankle, and to your shins.
You might hear how much I love your legs, but no matter how much I might say it, it’s really not enough. And that wasn’t a question either, relax, stay still, let me show you. The muscles here, strong, firm, the way they move when you walk. Do you have any idea how much I stare? Do you know how wild they drive me? Sure, the real treasure might be between them… but these tendons, leading to your cunt, the way they strain and stand out when I push my cock into you. How lovely they are, when I hold your ankles in the air, to push myself in deeper. You make me lose my mind, you know that? I could run my hands along these legs all day long, and still not have felt them enough.
Mmmmm, and then the part that you seem always so conscious about. This beautiful, sexy fucking stomach. Don’t you dare give a second thought to that, do you understand? Do you? Listen to me. Hear my words. Believe me. Trust me.
Good girl.
The part I press into when I’m leaning over you, my lips locked with yours, my hips as deep as they can be. The part my hands wrap around, when I come up from behind to hold you as close as I can, and lay kisses on your neck. The place my eyes glance, to watch your muscles twitch and convulse, when that poor little pussy can’t handle anymore. Don’t you see, my pet? It’s not that I don’t care what your stomach looks like. What it feels like. I do. I care quite a fair amount. I care because it’s mine. Mine to touch. Mine to lick, mine to kiss. Mine to spill my cum on, if my cock slips out. So let me hold it. And believe me when I say that I love it.
Good girl.
Now, let’s give you a little teasing before we move on, shall we?
(voice 3 start?)
So give me those tits. Those hot fucking things. Let me get my hands on them, nice and firmly. I know it doesn’t do a lot by itself, but I just need to hold them in place, while my mouth moves in. Hmmmm, but maybe it’s too early for that. There’s nothing quite perky enough for me. I’ll change that though, don’t worry. So let my fingers just creep right up here. And give you a good squeeze. A soft pinch to each nipple, before letting it drop. And then again, moving my fingers in, this time pinching just a little harder. Hmmm, one more time? Aha, but this time, I’m not letting go so fast. You’ll ask for it though. You’ll tell me when to. Alright? Good girl. So until I hear those words, let me just squeeze, and squeeze, and pinch, and… twist. Start rolling that nipple back and forth between my pointer and thumb. Is it getting tender? I can feel it getting harder. Do you like that? You do, don’t you? It stings, but just a bit. Oh dear, is someone a bit of a slut for pain? For my pain? A slut for me? *chuckle* You wild thing. More? You want me to twist just a bit harder?
*chuckle* There. Good girl. Now, where was I? Oh right, *chuckle, then kissing/licking noises for a while*
Mmmm, flip over for me. You heard me, come on. Good girl. *chuckle* What? Did you think I’d ignore half of your body? How could I, when you look this fucking good all the time? Didn’t you hear me before? You drive me insane, in the best of fucking ways. So let me repay that favor.
So, onto your stomach, there you go. Look at this back of yours. Let me touch it. Let me touch you. Let my hands run along it, nice and firmly. There’s so much tension here, my poor thing. Won’t you let me relieve it? Feel my hands work between the muscles, just like I’ll be working between the rest of you. Sink further, precious thing. It’s not time yet. I know you’ll last longer, I haven’t even gotten to the best part. How will you react when I start abusing your pussy?
Mmmmmm, but I’m going to move past your pussy right now. The best has to come last, doesn’t it? So I’ll start all the way at the bottom again. Mmmmm, and look at your calves. The way they curve, the muscles they hold. Let me just… lick them. Kiss them. Bite them. Sink my teeth in, and show you how strong they really are. Fuck, your legs are incredible.
*chuckle* What a good girl. Have I teased you enough? Has this been too much? I can see you grinding. I can see your body moving. I can practically feel you aching. And fuck, can I smell you. That dripping wet mound. Give it to me. Spread those legs, show me what I want. Let me slide my cock all the way in. That’s what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it? So let me then.
Good girl.
Do you like it? Does it feel good? Has this been what you’ve been waiting for? Does it fill you up? Feeling me twitch and pulse, deep inside of you?
*groaning and moaning for a while, till end, cause cum is trigger word for voice 2*
Voice 2: repeat word: cum
Can you imagine something for me? It’s just…. A sweet, little story for you, my pet. About us. Mmmm, I thought you might. Then listen closely, because this time, it’ll be me, who’s the one waiting for you, and not the other way around.
You’ve cum home, after a long, hard day. Your feet hurt, your neck is sore, you’re tired, sweaty, and need to sit down and have a drink. You poor thing. You deserve a rest. But I won’t give it to you. Not just yet.
You open the door, and right away your hair starts to stand on end. Something is off. All the lights are off. Maybe I’m out? Went to the store, and thought I’d be back sooner? Hmmm, but that’s not it. The aroma hits you next, filling your senses with the thick insense, heavy in the air. I’m sure the moment you saw the glow of candles, your beautiful eyes would start to go wide, and an excited smile would spread across your lips. The kind just brimming with anticipation. Your heart starts to speed up. You take a short, quick breath in, before stepping inside, and closing the door.
I’m nowhere to be seen, of course. That’s the whole point. So you step further, and further. Tiptoeing your way in, before carefully, silently, slipping off your shoes, and putting down your bag. You think you’re being quiet, clever. Undetected. Until you glance behind you, after placing down your bag, and gasp for a breath, seeing the whites of my eyes, and the gleam of the fire off of my teeth. You’d take it in for a moment. My body, bare, naked, except for the war paint coating me from head to toe, knowing that I’m prepared to battle you to the ground, just to fuck your brains out. Until you can’t stop cumming. It would just take one step forwards, my foot silently moving across the ground, before you bolt away.
You’d run, but only because you want to be chased. You want to work me up. Get my chest heaving, my blood pounding through my body, so that I’m ready to pound through yours. But that wouldn’t happen right away. Not when you want to play. Not when you want to cum.
So you’d let yourself be cornered soon. You’d let me grab you, and hold you. Push you up against the wall, and start to tear at your clothes like a rabid beast. You’d let me kiss you, bite you, and drag my tongue across your neck. You’d let out the moans that came as I did it. You’d me press into you, feeling my cock getting harder, until you wanted to tease me, and play again.
And I’d let you go. Because I know that the adrenaline from running will just make you cum all the harder.
But the second time I catch you, wild prey, you will sate your Master. Because you want to. Because you need to.
So when I grab you again, your shirt already off, your pants half undone, your hair a mess, your eyes wide, your grin frantic, you’d grab me right back, and let me do what I want.
But this time, it wouldn’t be up against a wall. No, I’d pin you to the floor, so that you couldn’t get away. But you don’t want to, and we both know that. The way you grind your hips up into me, the way your body moves, the way you try to kiss at me. You’d lose your fucking mind, if I didn’t destroy your cunt, and ruin your body.
So moan for me. Tell me what you want. Let me know how badly you need my cum. How badly you want to cum yourself. Beg me for it. Plead. Show me that you need it. And then, I’ll tear your underwear down, and push my shaft in. My nails digging into your back, raking along your skin, my teeth digging into your neck, leaving marks, as my cock goes as far as it can.
So scream for me. Plead for me. Thrust your hips up onto mine. Fuck me deeper into your breeding mound. Your perfect fucking cunt. I would be lost in you. In your body. My eyes locked with yours, my mouth twisted into a snarl, as all I can focus on is the pleasure you give me. The smell of your pussy, the way your lips taste; you’re an intoxicating addiction, and I will get my fix. So you better get yours while you can. You better cum while you can.
Because I’ll be too lost in you. Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what you love? When I lose my sense of control, and chase after my own pleasure? When I get so lost fucking your body, that all I can do, is fuck you faster. Harder. Deeper. My chest heaving more and more with each thrust, as you know it won’t be long before I fill you up with that cum you want so badly.
Tell me. Tell me how badly you want it. To feel my hips lock in. To feel my cum shoot into you. To fill you up even further. Scream for me, my fucking slut. Grind harder. Push your hips up. Pull me closer. Let me hit your tender g spot. Just at the right angle that it makes you lose your mind. That you stare through me, your mouth drops open, and a fucking animalistic groan escapes your lips between my kisses, because you just can’t hold it back. Show me. Cum for me. You want me to cum, don’t you?
You need me to cum. You need to cum. Your cunt needs to cum. That fucking breeding hole needs to cum. It wants my cum. You’re my fucking cum slut, don’t you want your reward? Then do it. Cum for me. I want you to cum. I need you to cum. I can’t stop myself until you buckle and fall under me. Cum for me. I need you to cum so badly.
*little bit of improv till finish*
Voice 3: repeat word: mine
Mine.
Did you catch that? Do I have to say it again? I will. Just so that it really sinks in. Mine.
Do you know what that means?
It’s you. You. Are. Mine.
Mine.
You belong to me. I own you. You are my property. You are my slave. You are my pet. You are mine. You chose to be.
You do as I say. You want to. So you will listen to me.
Feel for me, wish for me, beg for me, a dream:
You sit on the floor, resting on your knees. The fire still burns nearby. The walls are still strong, tall, wooden. But you feel no discomfort. There are blankets under you, a rug, warm, thick, pleasant. Your skin is bare, but you don’t feel exposed. You are not cold. You are not worried. You have no shame.
All that is on your body, is the collar around your neck. The one that I put there. The one that you asked me to.
You’re not alone, of course. You’re never alone. I’m there too, sitting in the chair beside you, with you at my feet, where you belong. Waiting to serve. Because you are mine.
Your hand rests, just between my legs, because I told you to put it there. You slide it back and forth, as you lean against me. Passively, slowly, stroking me. You aren’t trying to make me cum. You need me to fuck you, but that isn’t your goal. No, you just need to touch me. To hold me. To stroke at my shaft; to grab at what makes you feel good. Every chance you get, as often as you are able, you want to touch it. To hold it. To worship it.
It doesn’t matter what we’re doing. You could be reading, I could be working. And still, one of your hands will sneak between my legs to grab at me. Because you listen. Because you are a good girl. Because you are a filthy fucking whore, for me. My slut. I am irresistable to you. And you are insatiable, for me. Because I told you to be. Because you need to worship my body. Because you are mine. You need to feel it. And in return, I will do the same.
And whenever I want, my hand will slide between your legs, and like a good girl, you will open them for me. You will press your face against my crotch, and look up at me. Pleading. Begging for me to take it out.
I can walk up behind you, at any moment, and lift up your skirt, pull down your pants, and whisper in my ear “it’s time for your breeding, my pet”, and I know you will whimper, nod, and instinctively start grinding back into me. Because you are mine.
You are a needy mess. Your cunt is wet all the time for me. Your body is mine. You wake up horny, desperate for me to fuck you. You go to bed, needing your clit satisfied before you can sleep. Every waking moment, you are mine, you need me. You send me pictures of yourself whenever you become a dripping mess, because you are a good girl, because you are mine. You show me what you need, and how badly you need it. You write me the sluttest messages when you are in heat, when you need to be bred, to be fucked, to be ruined, because you are mine. And you know that I love every minute of it, because you are mine.
You need me. You want me. Every thought is about me. About being mine. Give in. Don’t hold back. Show me what I want. Tell me what I need. Let me fuck you till you can’t think anymore. You are mine.
Part 3:
*All sounds start to fade out. Slowly, EPA communication voices start to creep in. Pravum narrating the rest, as if reflection or a journal or something*
Oh, what I would have given, to have that moment linger, but an hour longer. Feeling your warmth against my body, as we lay there, tangled in each other's arms. We were a speck of dust in the sea of stars, but that night it felt like the universe revolved around us. *sigh* If it had, maybe then it would have waited. But I suppose we aren’t the kind of people to sit around and wait, are we?
Their voices came to me first, before the sounds, before the lights, before the chaos. It was like the buzz of wings, belonging to a hundred different bugs. I didn’t think twice at first. You remember how many times I was plagued by voices in the past. Indistinguishable, murmuring, and all talking in some unknown language. It had been a while since the last time, sure, but maybe it had come again. That wasn’t it at all, though.
It took me a moment, when the voices started to make sense, for me to understand.
I was hearing their thoughts. Just like how I can hear yours when you let me in, but this time I wasn’t trying to, and they clearly didn’t know I was there. In their heads, at least. Physically, they knew exactly where I was. Where we were. Didn’t they?
I panicked. Longer than I should have, of course, but what else was there to do? They had us cornered before we even knew that had arrived. There were dozens of them, hell, hundreds! What a fucking fortune that operation must have cost… What a fortune I must cost.
But they didn’t get me, did they?
They’d cut the power seconds before busting down the door; I’m not sure how else the lights would have died like that. So we stood there, alone but together in the black emptiness, muscles tense, hearts racing, eyes locked on the door that muffled the echoes of their boots. Waiting.
There was a moment, a brief pause where all was silent, and I heard the most distant of voices *insert Obstructionum 1*, one that I had heard before, when they used to plague me routinely. Perhaps it was the first voice that I ever heard, after the experiments. We always thought they were hallucinations; twisted sounds speaking terrible gibberish; a reflection of the horrors in my mind.
I couldn’t understand a word of it, of course, but it was almost comforting in a sick and twisted way. One last moment of normalcy, before everything changed. The final calm before the storm. It almost sounded like a prayer.
Then, the guards fired off an explosive charge, the metal door to our room burst open, and the figures began to flood in.
I think it was the first time I’d had a gun aimed at me. Certainly, the first time I had over ten. The men surrounded us, the red lasers of their black rifles covering every inch of both of our bodies. There was so much shouting, I’m not sure how they expected either of us to understand.
But I guess I didn’t even try. I just… sort of snapped. I knew who they were and why they were there. They had come for me, but I wasn’t really thinking of myself. With the way you pushed yourself in front, it was obvious that you weren’t either. And that was when the chaos came.
It was too much to fully understand, probably for anyone in that room. Some of them shot at me, more of them shot at you, and a few of them lost every inch of free will in their body, their muscles connecting to my own, as puppets on strings, and they unloaded into their own friends.
More voices prodded their way into my head. I caught words here and there – there was confusion inside the room, but also for those sitting comfortably away. Something else was happening, but I didn’t care. More guards flooded into the room. A million bullets must have flown at me, but each swerved away, or stopped completely, as if some invisible shield was covering my body.
I’m not sure I even noticed what was happening around me. My eyes were locked in one place the whole time. All I noticed, was you.
You were on the ground, being dragged away. For each step I took forward, it seemed as if they retreated twenty more paces. I couldn’t reach you, not with my body, so I did the only thing I could, and gave you my words, until my own vision began to fail.
And I still mean them. Every word that left my lips, every thought that passed from my mind to yours. I meant every bit of it. Don’t you ever forget that, because I know I won’t.
I will find you again. Whatever it takes. I will come for you. You are mine, and I won’t lose you.
Then, my body fell to the ground. I’m not sure if it was the strain on my mind, or the bullets that had slipped past that shield. Maybe it was just that I could no longer see you. The world was fading around me, but I caught glimpses of what happened next.
There was a sound. Loud and dreadful, echoing through walls. The guards left in the room with me started to panic like ants that had been disturbed.
It was like the slow, rhythmic beating of a massive drum. More men poured into the room. More guns were raised. Somehow, it seemed like they’d forgotten about me, as I lay there, crumpled in the corner, unable to move.
The last thing I can remember was one final silence, before a beastly voice rang out.
Then, the side of the ship burst open, and what I thought was going to be my last breath, was sucked from me by the vacuum of the void.
Part 3 background sounds:
“… Confirmed. Troops have perimeters secured. Gunship on standby. Multiple lifeforms detected inside unit; orders are to subdue and retrieve all.
Subject number 427 is a VIS project. It is a large investment and very expensive, but the subject is also highly dangerous. Proceed with caution and fire at any signs of resistance.
Perimeter has been breached successfully.
Affirmative. Squads 1 through 4, proceed with updates.
30 meters and closing. Two lifeforms detected. One confirmed 427 from VIS signature. Second is human.
Affirmative. Proceed as planned, and retrieve both. Use non-lethal force on the human. Subject 427 may take lethal rounds, but avoid vitals. The subject’s VIS signature has increased since their defect; they will be difficult to subdue.”
Unauthroized ship has entered the area.
Turn them away.
Ship is idle at the perimeter. They are opening comms.
Good. They don’t need to know what is going on. Explain this area is locked down by jurisdiction of EPA.
Ship’s bay has opened. Stand by.
The ship is too small to hold another ship. Are they deploying drones? Prepare for hostile action.
Negative… a figure seems to be… jumping from the bay?
What the fuck is that thing? Is it an organic? With no suit, that’s suicide.
It’s headed straight for the target room. All vitals read normal and unaffected.
Shoot it down! We cannot have more interference, the operation is already going poorly.
*big ol thud*
What the fuck was that?
It’s on the side of the ship! It’s… jesus christ, it’s tearing the hull apart.
*thud, thud, thud, right thru da wall*
It’s going to breach the target room! All available squads, prepare for comabt.
*wall breaks, vacuum sounds of space or something (joke, because space has no sounds)*
<Tor> Knock, knock, mother fuckers.
<APEX, faintly> The VIS signature on the right is subject number four-two-seven. The captain says he is vital to recover.
<Tor> But the rest of em ain’t.
*sounds fade to screams or something, idk*
Take it down!
Squads 5 through 8 have gone offline. Squads nine through twelve are suffering heavy casualties.
Squad twenty, offline. Squads thirteen through eighteen are in retreat.
Squad nineteen, offline. We can’t afford to continue.
