Chapter 6: Chapter 6 – Trapped

He wasn't kicking and screaming but that was to conserve energy rather than a statement on his frame of mind, Leech had a firm grip around both of his wrists whilst the seemingly now insane Plasia held his ankles up and the two of them carried him like a prize through the corridors of the dungeon, it was difficult to take in details at the angle he was it and they moved fast, but he was catching glimpses of the passing rooms which revealed deeply troubling revelations...

 

Plasia in her previous state, looks to have been telling the truth regarding the “Slaves”, “Nodes” and “Marks”, as much as he could see anywhere. He caught a glimpse of a fox man hiding in a room, the two briefly making eye contact as he was hauled further into the dungeon, whoever it was seemed to take note of him and where he was going.

 

Before too long though, he was carried through a heavily armoured door and into a laboratory, filled to the brim with operating tables, cabinets full of tools, ominous looking vials in rattling racks, the cool grey stone flooring blended with the stainless steel equipment to make a very sterile and rather sinister looking room, there were multiple doors heading into otherwise cloaked rooms, although the one ahead of him had pipes running across the ceiling that shook occasionally, depositing fluid into another room adjacent and there was a mechanical hum in the background, quiet but steady, the room lit by cold florescent lights on the ceiling with some more intense spot lights over the desks.

 

He was dumped onto his feet and Plasia roughly shoved her fingers into his mouth, prying his maw open uncomfortably, Leech didn't give him a chance to question however, she had already grabbed a series of swabs from a metal desk fixed firmly to the wall and somewhat nimbly took a few swabs of his mouth. Plasia retracted her fingers from his maw and began to circle around him menacingly, as Leech bagged the swaps and turned her back to fetch some other tools for her use.

 

“The fuck was that?!” Diego blurted out, eyes darting between Plasia who was staring intently at him as she paced and at Leech's figure which was currently lab-coated up and facing away from his person.

 

“I'm still researching our condition and I need samples from Marks to get more information.” Leech said quite sternly but a new voice called out meekly from the other end of the room in response.

 

“Might I suggest running cell cultures over night using a greater range of samples? The previous batches from saliva weren't very good-”

 

“NO YOU MAY NOT!” Leech grabbed a scalpel from her desk and threw it across the room with astonishing force, it impacted with a loud “TWANG” and narrowly missed a timber wolf man tied to the wall with leather restraints, he looked like he was on a giant wooden target and there were several sharp looking instruments deeply embedded in the wood. “SHUT YOUR FACE, VENTER! One more suggestion out of you today and i'll pulverise you, speak when spoken to for the rest of the day.” Leech growled, grabbing another scalpel and pointing it at him with malicious intent. “Not a bad idea though.”

 

She spun around and held the scalpel right up to Diego's face with a surprising grace, gripping it firmly between her two fingers, imagining what she would cut to get her culture, as her face twisted with thoughts and Plasia quickly intervened.

 

“NO HURT HIM, NOT LIKE THIS!” She yelled, tugging on Leech's arm firmly. The giant alien seemed taken-a-back by this however and stepped back a little, her eyes running up and down the blue alien next to her with evil grin washing over her face.

 

“Incredible. I've never seen you so forceful with me before, Plasia.” Her head whipped back to the lizard who was still in awe-struck terror in what was unfolding, he felt the stare of Leech's toxic looking emerald eyes glaring at him. “I don't know if i'm impressed or worried about you, lizard. You've managed to gain the hopeless affection of both Seeth and Plasia. And judging by how she's been speaking of you, quite possibly Moltezz too. Plasia is right though, I shouldn't just cut a lump off you, I can't imagine Seeth would be happy with me... and i'd be spoiling the prize.”

 

“Is that what I am here? A prize?” Diego was considering a brash escape attempt, but was worried that even with psyonics, being unarmed, these creatures would overpower him... it wasn't time yet. He had a deep level of concern for what Leech was going to put him through though...

 

“Yes! Yes you are. You're a fuck toy for us.” Leech stated blankly.

 

He frowned and prepared a response, but Leech cut him off.

 

“Oh come on, Diego.” She continued to wave the scalpel around as she spoke and began to pace around her lab, Plasia continued her circling of the male but was watching Leech's motions carefully. “You're going to have an amazing life here because of how attractive you are. Seeth practically thinks of you as her boyfriend at this point! HAH! Imagine that. Is it really that bad? Spending the rest of your days being ravaged by alien beauties you clearly find attractive?

 

I can smell the base level of arousal on you now, you're trying not to look at my figure, at Plasia's... You're hiding it as best you can, but you're an animal of base instincts and they're kicking in hard... You like us... try to resist as much as you want, I know you've thought about it... About staying with us... I promise you, i'll make you feel better than Seeth... Imagine all of us together...”

 

“I've been thinking a lot about the people who aren't immune to your... corruption. Doesn't seem very fair on them.” Diego folded his arms, breathing sharply from his nose, ignoring Leech's words.

 

“Why doesn't it?” Leech scoffed, pressing her fingers against the steel blade. “We've liberated them from their monotony, to join something greater... more fun... more pleasurable.”

 

“You've fucking killed them!” Diego yelled back, hairs standing on end, he took a step towards her as his anger swelled. “Those grey people, those 'Slaves', Plasia said there's no helping them, no turning them back, right?”

 

Leech nodded, her attention still on the blade in her hands, although she cast a quick glance up at the pipes on the ceiling above her, seemingly uninterested in Diego's rant.

 

“So you've completely killed their personality? Their lives? You've just replaced them with an empty vessel! Its murder! In-fact its worse! You parade their bodies around and use them to do it to others!” The male growled out, his hands instinctively balling into fists.

 

“Talk like that really gets me going... keep talking lizard...” A cruel, evil smile curled over her plump lips and she flung the scalpel at the wolf on the other side of the room again, it once again missing his head by a few inches and thumping into the wood.

 

“Y-you're sick. You could just stick to Marks and live a normal life! Why are you doing this!?” He couldn't believe what he was hearing, Seeth had been very careful not to mention any of this but Leech seemed to be actively enjoying the very concept.

 

“Why shouldn't I? The universe wasn't kind or fair to me and Seeth when we were transformed... I was top of my class Diego, I was going to be a industry leading medical professional. A life full of potential laid out in front of me and it was stolen. I don't even know why it happened or how. Our lives were completely and irrevocably changed roughly a year ago from the “accident”, if it even was one. I don't owe anyone anything, in-fact, I think i'm due to dish out some revenge.” Leech scoffed, eyes narrowing intensely.

 

“I know the universe isn't fair, believe me, I know. But do you really think this is the right thing to do? Build some sort of wretched faction on this affliction you have?” The male seemed to be pleading with her, trying to get her see some sense.

 

“I really couldn't give two shakes of a shit if its the right thing to do. Its what I want to do. Fuck everyone else, literally. VENTER!” Leech suddenly yelled, shaking the room slightly.

 

“Y-yes Leech?” The timber wolf in the background responded shakily.

 

“Do you think this males semen sample would do for a culture?”

 

“W-we've not tried that yet... worth a go i'd say! We've got the room!”

 

Diego's eyes narrowed, the pace of this conversation was difficult to keep up with, but he knew where this was going already.

 

“PLASIA! Go grab the pack I showed you earlier.” Leech's voice boomed out again, with those words, the blue girl ran across the lab, giggling maniacally and disappearing into one of the doorways, her laughter echoing loudly as she did so.

 

“Y-you can't just...” This just seemed to be happening and there wasn't much he could do... He weighed up running but wasn't sure if he fancied pissing off the Strider class alien on her home turf.

 

“Oh, it IS happening. You don't seem to understand your importance here, lizard. We're at the precipice of something great here... You don't need to be scared, just be open minded!” She began to walk towards him, staring down on his body with that aching hunger chipping away at her psyche. “Now, are you going to do this the easy way? Or the hard way, Diego?”

 

 

Words couldn't find a way out of Oxyi's mouth as the city acknowledged her existence in a very forthright manner... the “Slaves” wandering the streets previously were now heading towards her building in full sprint, the street-lights shaking as they approached. The cat girl form earlier was fast on the scene and went straight for the front door of the building, although it was locked and bolted shut, she pulled hard at the handle and cracked the wood work with little effort, with a flick of her fingers, many of the “Slaves” grabbed at the splintered wood with fleshy fingers and pulled together, tearing the first layer of defence down in seconds.

 

Two floors above, Oxyi dashed about her flat, her every limb quaking with fear but she pressed on, kicking her little generator awake and letting it light up her flat again, no sense in fighting blind after all... This was what the end felt like? Nervous finger on a trigger, alone in a dead city, no friends by her side, no success in her efforts to thwart these things... She was going to save up some money and take one of her childhood friends on a crazy holiday next year... lost plans now. She could hear what sounded like an army tearing at the front door, ripping chunks of wood off their with hands, their ferocity and anger being poured into the pine defences.

 

She kicked herself hard, why didn't she listen to Diego? Trying to be a hero just cost her everything and she gained nothing... As the front door fell and was torn off its hinges, she heard them scampering down the hallway to the first stairwell. She held her breath in anticipation...

 

A loud bang rattled through the corridor as her home made nail bombs detonated, shaking the building slightly, several monochrome Slaves shredded by the bomb as the neatly packaged shrapnel was thrown in all directions, the horde briefly paused and a piercing silence briefly punctuated the violence... Then the roar of the horde kicked back in and more of them poured into the building relentlessly.

 

Oxyi briefly cast a glance out the window as she readied her shotgun, there were too many... she had two more nail bombs in the stairwells and then it was the reinforced door to her flat... Another boom rang out, more Slaves fell, bodies turn into pieces as metal cut through flesh in brutal fashion, splattering blood and bone over the brickwork. The building was now vibrating quite violently with the sheer amount of Slaves desperately stampeding through its narrow corridors and stairwells, their aggressive hollers were almost deafeningly loud as the street screamed with hundreds of hungry faces.

 

The third bomb went off, killing another handful of Slaves, several who were wounded continued to make their way through the building, despite severe physical damage, lacerations and embedded shrapnel, their hunger did not cease to tend to their own wounds... They pressed on as more arrived and pounded down the corridor, eager to find the prize with no regard for their own safety... Several wounded Slaves stumbled to the front door, one of several identical doors in this hallway but they knew exactly where she was, they scrambled to the door and began to pound on it, but were met with yet another loud bang, dropping one directly in front of the door.

 

“YOU WANT ME?! COME GET ME!!!” Oxyi shouted, clacking a shell into her shotgun, her form trembling and terrified, yet still standing. She blasted another shell through the door, pellets bursting through the wood and mauling another Slave who was trying to press its fingers through the barricade.

 

More arrived, numbers seemingly endless... she was careful to fire through the same spot on the door, ensuring that she didn't bust her own defences too badly. Bodies hit the floor as she continued to fire and reload as smoothly as she could, it seemed to be working for just a while, the Slaves gained little progress as each one who tried to pull at the door was met with hot buckshot. She had plenty of ammo too, maybe not enough for the whole horde, but perhaps enough to scare them off... The sound of shotguns, corpses falling and screaming continued for an unknown amount of time, bloodied and hungry fingers pulled at the blood stained door, the jittering Lioness had her back to the wall and was giving it everything she had. To her continuing horror however, a voice called out from outside the flats front door...

 

“Your name is Oxyi... right?”

 

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“WHOS THERE?! WHO THE FUCK IS THERE?!”

 

“I'm gonna enjoy what happens to you next...” The voice sounded feminine and as she spoke, the Slaves seemed to pull back, still filling the corridors but staying away from the front door.

 

“SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Oxyi cried out, clacking more shells into her shotgun defiantly.

 

“Try as you might, you couldn't make a difference here... but you could with us...” The voice tried to sound alluring, but Oxyi was coursing with too much adrenaline to take note.

 

“I GOT A LOT MORE AMMO AND ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD... SO BRING IT!” She reached over to a hand grenade she had on the table, pulling the pin and throwing it out the window, smashing the glass and sending it tumbling into the horde below. There was a sickening noise as the explosion was dampened by waiting bodies.

 

There was a sudden rush of activity, Slaves charged her door and a shredded, bloody hand punched straight through the wood, scrabbling at the bolt loudly. Oxyi screamed and pulled her shotgun up again, firing a couple of shells into the offending limb and watching it cease activity, but several more hands burst through the wood, bloodied and splintered, it looked like they'd broken their own bones in punching through the door. Her shotgun ran dry as she fired every shell she had through the door with several repeating loud bangs, things were getting out of hand too quickly... she needed to reload but the door suddenly cracked and was ripped off its hinges with brutal force and behind it, stood the cat girl from the street... she was a lot bigger close up, standing around 7ft tall, her body portrayed strength beyond its significant size as she tossed the door away easily.

 

“You know... I had a bit of a crush on you in my teens Oxyi... You did some work for my uncle. How lucky I am to follow up on a teenage crush...” A sly smile spreading over her lips as she spoke, her expression changed sharply though as Oxyi drew a pistol from her side and fired off a couple of rounds, one punching straight through the cat girls abdomen, Slaves quickly charged into the room, their stumbling bodies desperately clawing towards her. With perhaps the most clarity she'd ever mustered, Oxyi opened fire on the approaching horde who were charging across her living room with perfect accuracy, despite her overwhelming terror, hitting multiple heads, splattering brains and shattering skulls as empty shell casings dropped from the pistol, the initial wave all died before they made it half way across the room! But the pistol was now dry too and another wave was already thundering into the living room, knocking her makeshift surveillance set out the way.

 

The cat girl mingled into the crowd and charged forward, staying low to avoid the next barrage of bullets that Oxyi was preparing. Meanwhile, the Lioness quickly loaded the next magazine in and fired a couple more perfect shots before the approaching horde got too close, the flat was now full of hungry bodies but Oxyi had one last trick up her sleeve... She reached for her belt and grabbed a detonator, pressing it instantly without even thinking...

 

Several more nail bombs lined the wall with the front door and all detonated together, filling the room with shredding metal in one final explosive goodbye... The explosion tore through the flat, sending bodies scattering and blowing out the window, glass and wood thrown into the street below and raining down...

 

But it was not to be the end for Oxyi just yet, the sheer amount of bodies in the room prevented shrapnel from meeting her and although the blast took her off her feet, she was still alive, the room laid in ruins, the crowd levelled and spasming on the floor with various levels of injury. In the centre of them, laid the cat girl in all her corrupted glory, badly wounded but still alive.

 

The Lioness yelled in pain and pressed herself up to her feet, using the back wall to support herself, her ears ringing loudly from the detonation.

 

“Didn't think I would live through those ones...” She coughed, fumbling for her pistol.

 

She checked it over quickly, hearing yet more Slaves coming up the stairs. She went to aim it at the wounded cat girl but pondered something deep for a second. Seeing these things, how they were acting... if this is what could become of her then she wasn't sure she wanted to risk being taken. Her defences were breached, all her explosives used and there wasn't much fight left in her...

 

“I... I don't want to become whatever you are... Seeing the way you act and what you do. I think i'd rather die... Might not get the chance again to go cleanly...” She took a couple of deep, sharp breaths, staring at the pistol intensely. “I had a good run though... fucked quite a few of you up. Wish i'd just booked that holiday. Fuck... I liked being alive.”

 

Her aching limbs stopped shaking for the first time all night.

 

She raised the pistol to her head...

 

A loud bang rang out, followed by the sound of crumbling drywall falling.

 

“Not today.” Someone else called out, grabbing her wrist with force and redirecting the gun into the battered ceiling. A huge purple hand grabbed Oxyi around the throat and pushed her to the floor and the massive form of Seeth appeared directly on top of her, pinning her to the ground and ensuring her limbs were suppressed. “An impressive defence for a single person... not good enough though.”

 

Oxyi stared up in horror as she came face to face with the menacing alien creature, who stared down at her with those cold, unblinking eyes.

 

“Y-you fucking bitch! I was about to go out on my own terms!” Oxyi hissed, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

 

“You're needed yet.”

 

“N-needed?! For what?! You twisted fucking bitch! I'll never give in to you!” She spat at the alien weakly.

 

“What comes next will not be pretty, prepare yourself.”

 

 

“You're sick... you know that?” Diego was in disbelief, seeing Leech's casual dismissal of the atrocities committed.

 

“You think I give a fuck, lizard? I don't care too much for the words coming out of your mouth either... might find something to stick in there and keep you quiet!”

 

“Try it!” His eyes narrowed, hairs standing on end. He wasn't sure if fighting was the right thing to do but he couldn't help himself, he did not want to submit to this monster.

 

“An invitation?! I thought you'd never rise to the challenge!” Leech laughed heartily, the sound of Plasia skipping back into the room with a large case in her hand broke the tension briefly. She happily pranced into the room and slapped the case down on one of the operating tables, flipping the latches and creaking the case open. “I've got a ton of fun in there for you. You're gonna be my- HEY! LIZARD!”

 

As she spoke, Diego turned tail and ran, legging it out of the lab and through the armoured door that Plasia forgot to close.

 

“Son-of-a-bitch! PLASIA! Get after him! Now! VENTER! Shut the fuck up!” The two aliens marched out of the lab quickly and broke into a run, listening for the sound of naked lizard feet slapping against the stone flooring of the dungeon. The wolf in the background shook his head sadly, he hadn't said anything.

 

Diego realised that his best chance was to get back to Seeth's chambers and lock the door, although he was pretty convinced that the creatures could force their way through, perhaps the potential fall-out afterwards would prevent it. He sprinted through the corridors, passing room after room, seeing various denizens of the dungeon in full, most of them were the grey Slave figures, doing some manual labour or occasionally, what he presumed was a “Node”, a taller, female figure usually clad in something very revealing, with their sexual dominance on full display. They were all turning to take note of him as he passed and he heard Leech bellow in the background loudly.

 

“NOW YOU'RE MAKIN' THIS FUN, DIEGO!” The massive green figure appeared behind him and pounded down the corridor towards him with astonishing speed, apparently becoming rather excited at chase.

 

He hesitated to use any psyonics, still thinking about what best to do. He needed to find his equipment, fighting his way out bare handed just wasn't going to happen... He glanced back to see the excited form of Leech rapidly gaining on him, skidding around a corner, he knew Seeth's chamber door was directly ahead but he wouldn't make it in time, he needed to lose his pursuer first...

 

His heart rate increased dramatically, thumping in his chest as his muscled warmed from the chase, he turned corner after corner, through the maze of near identical rooms that occupied the middle of the dungeon, it looked like most of these weren't ready for use yet and were still under construction, there was plastic sheeting and scaffolding through-out these rooms and they all connected to each-other is a weird way, it was hard to keep track of where he was and Leech's excited footsteps were echoing in all directions around it, it was hard to tell if she was right behind him or a whole room away.

 

Throwing himself around two more corners, he suddenly entered a surprisingly dark room that was filled with more scaffolds and plastic sheets hanging from them, creating a maze of dangling plastic that obscured vision nicely... Seeing the opportunity, he slowed right down and quietly crept through the maze, ensuring he didn't disturb any of the dangling sheets and made his way quietly into the room. The pounding footsteps of Leech arrived shortly behind him and she looked into the room, annoyed.

 

“Oh you little fucker. You got my so excited and you've disappeared into there? Fine. Lets play hide and seek, Lizard... When I find- And I will- I'm gonna push so deep inside you it'll come out your mouth.” She hissed, annoyed that the chase had changed pace.

 

He continued to quietly creep through the maze, only able to see a couple of feet in front of himself, try as she might, Leech couldn't be as silent as him and he could her the dull thudding of her feet on the stone floor, but it was once again difficult to tell her proximity. It was obvious she didn't care about rustling the sheets but was listening intently for him, thankfully, his lack of clothes was a blessing and made him as silent as could be... the room was definitely larger than the previous ones but soon enough, he hit a wall and felt across its surface, barely able to make out the the floor in front of him, he kept his hands out and moved with gentle precision, listening close to the thudding of Leech in the darkness, he couldn't tell if she was pissed or excited or perhaps both, either way, it did sound like she was getting closer...

 

He reached a corner, no where else to turn but back and opted to sit himself down and make as smaller target as possible. Within the darkness around him, he could hear the hungry form of Leech listening closely. The sound of plastic sheets rustling, the slightly laboured breathing of a sadistic alien dominatrix desperately searched for her prey. The walls were closing in.

 

She got closer again, stepping towards him carefully, he wasn't sure if it was luck or something else guiding her but she almost seemed uncertain herself.

 

“You're fucking lucky you're dark coloured, lizard... making me wait like this is agonising. Not sure you'll enjoy me pent up though!” She sounded extremely close now, literally a few feet in front of him and began to feel around, the male held his breath and prayed for a miracle, wondering if now would be a good time to use psyonics or not... In the darkness, he could just about make out the huge green hand of Leech stretching towards him but suddenly, she stopped.

 

“Ahh! You're over there! Trying to get out the room again huh?! I hope you're warmed up now! I need my samples, fuck boy!” She suddenly turned and ran towards the door they entered through, pushing through the flapping plastic violently and charging back through the corridors.

 

The male was stunned, her hand was practically touching him! Perhaps his calls had been answered. Before he could relax for any length of time though, he suddenly felt the presence of multiple people near him, all slowly reaching out towards him from the darkness...

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