Entry for NN1's contest

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”</b>


Double D would have been surprised that he could make such a horrid sound had he not been in such excruciating pain. His head throbbed and pounded as his fusion twin took over. He could feel him worm around in his head, and he was positive the monster was laughing all the while.


Thud, thud, thud, thud. Each pulse of blood was fire in his veins. For the first time in his life, death actually seemed preferable. A spasm that made the other pain seem like minor aches went through his whole body. He would have screamed again, but the last one left his throat so hoarse that all he could do was whimper.  


And then it was over. The pain was gone, his breathing returned to normal. But it was wrong; his whole body was wrong. It felt crowded inside, suffocating. Two people were breathing the same air at the same time. He wanted to deny it. It was just too terrible to accept. But when his legs moved to stand without him willing them to, and his hands flexed of their own accord, and he felt his lips turn up in a sinister smirk he knew there was no denying it.


His body was no longer his own.


*  *  *  *


Fusion Double D smiled wickedly after the possession was complete. He flexed his new muscles and moved his new arms a bit to make sure he had total control. He did. His smile grew sadistic when he heard the human scream within his head.


‘Don’t worry kid’, he said internally. ‘I’ll put your body to good use.’


He had to admit that going from a body made from fusion goo to this solid one felt very strange. But the fact that he got to make the human suffer was just so much fun.


He looked over at the unconscious dog, it might be of some use…


His thoughts were cut short when he heard someone approaching, and they were already too close. He growled to himself, some wannabe heroes probably heard the human screaming.


“Over there, I see them!”


He cursed internally, he needed to get gone now. Forgetting about the dog, and not noticing when a tree branch snatched the ski cap off his head, he ran out of there as fast as the child’s legs could go. Which was surprisingly fast…


*  *  *  *


Once he was out the infected zone, he headed for down town.  He mostly kept to the shadows so no one would spot him. Which, he noted with annoyance, would be easy for them to do with the brightly colored clothes the human seemed to favor. He could not keep these on, if he did then he might as well just hand himself over to the humans.


So then, first order of business was to get some new threads, and of course where to get them. For obvious reasons he couldn’t just walk into a cloths store. He needed to find something to hide his crimson eyes too.


He was considering his options when he heard heavy footsteps to his left. Staying hidden behind a pile of debris he looked to see what it was. It was a young human, about the same size he was. He was wearing clothing that made it difficult to tell whether he was an agent or a drug dealer. Not that the fusion cared which he was.


He grinned, those clothes would be perfect. A black shirt and pants, a large trench coat, and a bandanna. He was even wearing sunglasses he could use to hide his eyes!


The fusion looked around for something to attack the boy with, and found a rock. Not exactly what he would have preferred, but it was effective.


He crept up quietly and slowly, so as not to alert the human to his presence. The human never noticed him coming, didn’t see as he raised the rock above his head….


Crack!


“Uhn!” the boy crumpled to ground.


Too easy. The fusion thought as he began to take the clothes off the human. He didn’t bother looking for a place to change, he just began ripping the cloths he had off. To his amusement he felt horror coming from Double D at this.


‘Relax kid, there’s no one around.’


As he pulled on the stolen clothes, something occurred to him: He was going to need a name. He couldn’t just waltz around calling himself ‘Edd’, or ‘Double D’.


‘Huh…’ He thought, pulling on the bandanna. He was the better version of this kid, the ‘upgraded version’. He was more than this kid ever was, could ever hope to be. What was more than double? Triple.


‘Triple D’, he lifted the pair of sunglasses of the unconscious, but regrettably still living human. ‘I like the sound of that.’


Turning north, he could see the skyline of down town. Smirking, he slipped on the sunglasses and headed for the unsuspecting city, and the target within.