Chapter 7; Collision of care
Someone really fucked up
Bright breathing infirmary, processing the darkest thoughts of a human mind as Prologis lay in the tube.
So fucking bright and impersonal. The white room, white and sterile as fuck.
Her breaths becoming slower and deeper as she struggled not to gag from the pain the scanning did to her. Like lasers cutting her skin, deep scanning. She just hated that, deep scanning.
An ambisexual voice resounded through the thrilling whiteness…a voice she knew.
-"It's just a few more moments Bleeder, I've almost finished and so far you're clear."
The girl didn't dare to let her breath slip in relief, she would not dare allow herself to feel relieved, she might still be infected.
That damn thing had jumped out of nowhere, but probably from somewhere. Fucking shit, damn bio weapons, already digging it's way into her and trying to lay it's stupid motherfucking eggs into her superior genetics.
Superior, she knew she was...genetically enhanced, next step of evolution. Oh, she knew how she'd arrived out of her mother's belly...in pieces. Apparently her father had decided to toy with her mothers intestines, it'd caused some serious damage to the embryo.
At times Prologis could not help but to drown herself in amazement, why hadn't the stupid little cell formation she'd been, died? It should have, she should have...then again, from what she understood from those old records, her father was no normal human, if even, human in deed.
*That'd explain a fuck-load of shit*
She remembered all right, she'd recognized his face when he'd been there, looking for her at the abandoned station. Smelled him through the memory of her mother as well as his own.
She remembered more things, all the tests, all the experiments and all the terrible screams. Screams that most defiantly weren't her own, but yet, so close.
She remembered the IQ tests, the load of information she'd consumed through the years, endless. She was an ocean, of knowledge, of dreams and of horrors. She remembered a woman with four arms, a woman called little Kali, she remembered a man who didn't have feet or arms and his skin, yuch, too much and tooo pale.
Later she'd seen him walking around, with those terribly black eyes. Just like the eyes of Wolf and Wolf 2.
Oh, the little girl called Prologis knew great many truths, the truth about Wolf and her actions, the true nature of all the Crawlers.
She knew, yes.....Paulie was vulnerable and he considered Jack to be his mother and Prologis as an older sibling, Paulie had just been unlucky to be born into a fucked family.
She knew that Damien hated his emotions of love and care, that all he wanted was to kill most people around him. Prologis also knew that Rashanti was desperately in love with Wolf 2, and that he had already killed several people in one of his rage fits.
Oh, she knew allright, knew that Wolf 2 had all of her mothers memories and that all the her best friend wanted was to be with her mother, and that unlike her mother, the girl actually had sexual tendencies, even if she displayed herself as if she didn't.
And Wolf 2 hated her long hair, she only had it that way because it reminded her of how horrible her father was.
And Thief...sweet gentle Thief, dangerous homicidal Thief. Under the peaceful surface lay a violence never seen before. The boy had received a symbiot at an early age, destroying his humanity and childhood. Not that he'd ever had a chance. Thief, her beloved thief, had been taken away from those damn neo pirates and into the embrace of the CQ. With heavy medications they were able to keep his killer nature under control, a nature that'd been brought up in him, along with his symbiot creature. If it weren't for those two, Prologis Menski would be rotting somewhere with a mother to mourn her.
Once before had she gone through such a painful deep scan. The time when they'd had to save her life, by implanting a symbiot into her body, to make it burn though her skin with it's natural acid. A symbiot delivered from Thief's. Now they were tied together for a lifetime. He'd stolen her freedom to love.
At first she'd almost been afraid, before the surgery, she'd been petrified.
But afterwards she really didn't understand why she'd been so afraid. It
felt so nice, so good and so different.
At that moment her humanity had died, but her soul still remained.
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Wolf's eyes dug into everyone present, anger lay upon most, although Riddick didn't display much and Jack was....a nerve wreck.
-"They've gone too goddamn far!"
They, meaning a certain breed of humans, called neo pirates. People who lived for biotechnology and stole anything in order to get it. It seemed that there had once been a breeding station for their bio weapons down on that desert planet at one time.
Loathing was obvious in the faces of those present and Riddick guessed that there was some sense in those emotions. Those pirates stood for everything everyone, including himself, were fighting for. The people in this room were fighting for their sanity, the little they had, humanity they had never had and a soul they barely understood. A complete opposite to those pirates, the blood they spilled the people they experimented on and created through those experiments.
-"What d'you want us to do boss? We don't know where they are, where they're positioned."
Lee's thirtieths face twisted in displeasure as he spoke words that felt like poison to his tongue.
-"We gotta do something, they're becoming more and more aggressive."
Jack sat forth and spoke words that had almost passed Riddick's lips. Although, not nearly in the same tone, or same use of language, but mainly, the same.
-"If we're gonna be serious about getting peace from them, I say hunt'em down like the rats they are, kill them."
She looked at him for the first time in a long time she actually searched out for his eyes. A familiar shine in there, not a mental one, but something he'd only seen in the mirror in complete dusk. A shine job..,in full light, but she didn't seem bothered by it at all.
-"Ain't that right, Riddick?"
She'd nearly spat his name out, in an attempt of trying not too sound too disdainful or too emotional, the results being a bitter tone and a heart broken girl still sitting there.
*Ain't that right, Riddick? Geese fuck, ain't it right*
The young Jack sat in the chair the real one had occupied only seconds ago, her eyes narrowed and a nasty look that didn't belong to her at all.
-"Riddick?"
The real Jack, leaning a little closer, staring directly into his eyes.
-"What d'you think?"
He locked his emotions down, tried not to let her scent drive him mad. For her it'd been year, but only a few months for him and his feelings were still well alive and kicking.
-"I think if you all wanna prove that you're just like them, then shiv their guts."
A low growl came from the depths of Wolf's throat, a warning sign, wasn't he allowed to mention the past either? Just what was it with the woman? Perhaps head over heels and over protective, or perhaps her genetics made her protect her friends with blood and bite.
Jack only chuckled, the last response anyone had really expected, she started to laugh even louder when the eyes stared at her. Slowly the laughter spread like a vicious infection, cutting the hearts out of everyone prese4nt.
-"That...that's the fucking point....We.....we're just like'em....."
Her words coughed up between laughter and deep inside Riddick understood quite well. A dark laughter added to the crew of five.
Looked like a years long debate over whether or whether not to attack was finally over. Who ever those neo pirates really were, what ever they really did.
Looked like they could start planning their funerals.
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-"Hic. Two black Sambuca, bottles mind you....hic....and I'm not that drunk..hic.."
Thief gave Rashanti a look of intense disbelief, the fake red dread head already sounded and smelled like he was piss drunk. Although, with Rashanti, you could never know, the boy acted weird, all the time.
Prologis took a big gulp from the fourth Sambuca bottle going around the five of them, her system taking in more alcohol than any of them had consumed. The bottle passed of to Thief who drank it subtly but yet, was in seat two when it came to the amount of drinking. One bottle white Sambuca, half of a black Sambuca, one black death, half a litre sex on the beach, four beers and lots of some green eerie stuff. They were just celebrating that their Bleeder was OK, or actually, it was just an excuse to get drunk and create ruckus.
Wolf 2 at gingerly on the floor, playing a cartoon backwards.
-"Right, and your brain cells are functionsing..oh..opos, you never had them."
-"Hye, you little psychic bitch, don't tell me what I am an'waht I'm not, I know very well that I have no brains wha'so ever an'it's all your fault."
Wolf 2, being very sensitive about the subject of her much so unusual talent stood up, hands on hips and stared at Rashanti with those unnatural eyes.
-"Mind explaining how your ignorance is my fault?"
Prologis could only snicker and giggle, being a little bit drunk did make all of this terribly funny, specially when Wolf 2 was having severe gravity problems.
-"Well...you're in my head 24/7, can't think about anything else."
-"AM NOT!"
Rashanti dug his face into the couch, embarrassed and perhaps sobering up just a tad to sp much, but still drunk enough to keep on talking.
-"Yes you are, you keep running around in there, take showers, baths and undress...all of the time."
Wolf 2 was not nothing more than a big red blur of embarrassment, her friend had just admitted having hormones in a rather, personal way.
-"You..YOU PERVERTED RASCAL!"
Damien picked up the bottle standing so neatly close to Wolf 2's feet, he didn't want the alcohol to receive any damage, and just to be sure, the twin of Rashanti drank all that was left.
Rashanti and Wolf 2 were no in a full-scale argument, hiding the words passing by between Thief and Bleeder. Although, in silence, Damien did observe every single word and movement of their lips.
-"Are you OK?"
Just the typical care Thief only gave to Prologis, never known wether it was for the symbiot she carried within her flesh, or that he actually cared about the girl herself.
-"I'm fine, all clean and nice, no worms."
-"That's not what I was talking about, I was talking about your father being here."
Her eyes turned at the lean boy, staring at him and not sensing Damien's eavesdropping.
-"What, Riddick? Why should I be upset over that ass?"
Fingers ran gently down Bleeders blood red died hair, the roots showing a little, but not enough for the normal eye to catch.
-"I though you might be upset because of the things he did to Jack."
Prologis only smiled and cuddled closer to Thief, Damien's brown eyes still looking upon his brother and the black haired one argue, both of them shit drunk. But the silent boy's ears heard more from Prologis.
-"Nah. He didn't really mean to hurt her, and she hurt him a lot too. They had problems yah know, just forgot to support or understand each other, that's where they fucked up."
-"So you're gonna accept him?"
Bleeder laughed a voice coated in female Riddick sarcasm.
-"Accept him, you crazy or something? He didn't need to shiv her guts open. No, I ain't stupid enough to forgive him for hurting mama."
Heavy thoughts were about to dye the conversation when Damien saved the little happiness left in the air, the little humor still breathing.
-"Wohooo."
Clapping his hands, drawing the attention to himself and then with the direction of his eyes, directing them to the very so unusual scene taking place.
Wolf 2 and Rashanti weren't fighting anymore. They were kinda doing something quite right else. An activity that'd make Wolf bite Rashanti's head off. Kissing.
Yack.