the Incestuous Offspring

My Submission for Chapter Four of: http://odysseyproject.deviantart.com/

The two were inseparable. Like hatred and malice, or envy and wrath. They had waited in the dark places for eons; swirling in the ocean’s currents, and hiding in the darkness between  the stars. They waited, as they had seen modeled by patient wolves and ambushing spiders on the puny rock below.

The fleshy inhabitants of that dank little orb disgusted them. Crawling like ants all over its surface, directionless, purposeless. A swarm of soft shelled insects trying to keep the night at bay.

Silently, the sisters waited. Until a realization dawned in their vast and perfidious minds. These tiny beings were hollow. Like eggs, they could suck out the gooey insides and fill their fragile shells with something altogether more terrifying. 

Their moment had come. 

Holding hands, they stepped into reality, and crawled from the dank fishy depths. 

Instinctively, the sisters knew what had to be done. Their time in the black places had not been wasted. They had marveled at the power of viral life forms, and recognized their superior power and adaptability. The sisters hatched a plan. 

 A son must be born, and they wasted no time finding the nearest shells and emptying them. A new Adam and Eve walked the earth, and their offspring was incepted that night. 

A child lay thrashing on his parents’ carpet, who in turn lay dead nearby. The sisters were drinking them like a chunky pink slushy, as they watched from the sofa a few feet away. These vessels would not last long. Chunks of skin and muscle were blackening and shedding away. New forms must be found, and the sisters reasoned that stronger, tougher humans meant longer burn times. One turned to the other, their minds separating and pulling apart. The untwining hurt, but they knew that splitting up increased their baby’s odds of a full, healthy term. 

Finally, the small boy stopped convulsing. His skin swirled like an oil slick, an inky rainbow of unearthly colors writhing beneath the surface. The carpet was ruined.

Now, Lysanna sat on the bed in the dark. Horror twisted her already mangled features into a mask of unearthly wrath. She saw clearly now, between the mirrors, that her sister Maya was doing something to their baby’s growth. She began to shake violently, and knew that another  body was required. She concluded that the housekeeper in the hall would serve her purposes for now.

Her twin was trapped. The one called Maya was something new. Instead of shattering like glass, her human soul had somehow stayed intact through the infection process. They were both crammed inside, and for the first time since the invasion, doubts began to grow in the sister’s conscious thoughts.

END