Category Archive: Quickening

First breaths are taken.

Feb 03

Chief: Rendezvous

The girl’s words echoed through the corridors. Chief stopped short, and Kid almost bumped into him. A warm flash of irritation ran through him and he gave the young man a shove, sending him stumbling back towards Red. “What the hell?” The big man caught him and glared at Chief. “Be careful,” Chief snapped. “Was …

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Dec 09

She: Genesis Ex Machina

The figure floated within the chamber, its seemingly peaceful sleep jarringly incongruous with the context it slept in. Unconsciously she took two steps back, her skin crawling. That just wasn’t right, in a visceral and indefinable way. As horrifying as those other people tubes had been… this was worse. She glanced around herself, her movements …

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Dec 02

Chief: Searching

Chief led the way out of the central room with confidence, his gait strong and natural, his gaze fixed on some point ahead. He pulled the jumpsuit he wore up over his upper body as he walked, zipping it up to his neck. Red followed behind, still unsteady on his feet. Kid hustled to keep …

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Nov 23

She: Contact

She didn’t know how long she stood there, frozen. Time seemed to stand still while her mind struggled with, rejected, tried to explain away, what her eyes saw. A cold weight had formed in the pit of her stomach, sending tendrils of shivering gooseflesh outward along her limbs. A loud crackling squawk shattered the silence …

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Nov 18

He: Crew

He watched dispassionately as the skinny adolescent vomited forth a great quantity of light amber fluid. The young man — almost a boy, really — convulsed violently as he retched, almost to the point where the man watching him thought he might snap his spine with his seizing. Was that a thing? Was that something …

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Nov 11

She: Name

She stood in front of the sinks, staring into the mirror. She studied the face looking back at her, puzzling if this was a face she recognized, remembered. Lost in the details, it didn’t feel familiar. It didn’t feel not-familiar. Who was this girl? She studied her, hoping to jog a memory. Smooth, butterscotch-colored skin. …

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Nov 04

He: Shorn

Each scrape of the razor’s edge sent more of the soft dense cloud of dark hair to the tiled floor. When he was reaping swaths of it from around his head, bunched up in a mahogany fist, all he felt was a slight tugging sensation. He preferred the feel of the cool blade against his …

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Oct 28

She: Instinct

She sat, resting, with her back against the wall, knees pulled up to her chest, the towel wrapped around her shoulders to keep the wet goo in her hair from soaking through the white jumpsuit she now wore.  Now dry and clothed, her warmth was returning, and her shivering abated. It was a relief. She …

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Oct 21

He: Awareness

His dark skin stood out like shadow against the pristine white walls of the corner he’d crawled over to. The gel on his flesh and in his hair had crusted into a pale orange as it dried out, flaking off any time he made any small movement. His breathing had gradually slowed from its shuddering …

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Oct 14

She: Awakening

A faint beeping weakly penetrated the deep, numb well of her sleep, followed shortly by a mechanical whirring. She resisted their pull, but the blackness of the well slowly shifted to grey, then to white, in spite of herself. There was light beyond her eyelids, tugging at her consciousness, pulling it upward, breaking the surface. …

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