Chapter 4 -The Newborn Madness

Without warning, Armon broke his restraints and grabbed Amun with his right hand at lightning fast speed, pulled him in close and bit into his neck.

Amun felt the cutting of his skin, he then felt the burning fire at the bite wound, and then inside of his veins. He quickly realized what was wrong and what was happening. He tried to break the hold that Armon had on him, but Armon was too strong.

Ra shouted at the guards.

Ra: "JAFFAAA!"

The Jaffa readied their staff weapons. Armon heard the emitters pop open. And then something triggered in his mind. When the transformation was complete, at first he thought 'relief from the pain', but then he felt the fire was still in his throat. He attacked without thinking; every fiber of his being told him to quench his thirst. Without thinking, some inner animal instinct told him that the smell of human blood, that he could smell through the skin of humans, would put out the fire in his throat. The moment he sank his teeth into Amun's neck, 'relief' the fire in the throat was extinguished, as the warm fresh blood flowed down his throat he sucked at the wound like a vacuum cleaner, it wouldn't take very long to drain Amun's body dry, it would take only a few short moments. But more than just the quenching of the thirst, the taste, 'oh the taste', he remembered the taste of human food in his human memories, and this was nothing by comparison, this was so much more, perfect flavor that could not be better. It stimulated his appetite, he wanted more, but more than just a super amazing taste, a super wave of euphoria spread through his body; he had made-love to women before and this was 1000 times better than that, and he wanted more. But then he heard the 'pop' sound of the Jaffa's staff weapons.

Suddenly his instinct for drinking the blood, shutdown. His instinct told him 'danger' 'get out of the way' so he did, he released his mouth from the bite wound on Amun's neck. He looked in the direction of the guards and then he saw two blasts of superheated plasma energy fire from the staff weapons and go straight at him, but this was odd; the staff weapon blasts moved in slow-motion, but to himself he was still moving at normal speed. It would be as easy as just stepping away, so we did. The staff weapons hit the wall behind him, everyone else who was watching was blinded by the movement of the speed of Armon, he had moved from one spot the other faster than the blink of an eye. He then saw Ra, the false God, and he smelled as good as Amun. Though now that he thought of it, Amun's blood left a funny after taste, it must have been the naquadah in his system. He ran at the false God, but not before Ra held up his left hand and his hand device blasted a force of kinetic energy. Armon was thrown back and slammed into the wall. His instinct for self-preservation made him run for the door, knocking the guards out of the way, they went flying into the wall. He hit the door and the door was busted off its hinges right out of the door frame.

Out in the hall he ran for the exit, along the way he met two human slaves, he grabbed them, broke their necks and bit into one and sucked at the wound. Seconds later his body went dry, he then and bit into the other slave, sucked at the wound, seconds later his body went dry. Then he heard the metallic sound of a Zat'nic'tel opening.

He turned in the direction of the sound. It was another Jaffa. He fired his weapon and a bolt of blue electrical energy went flying at him but it was too slow, Armon dodged out of the way easily, he ran at the guard, grabbed the weapon out of his hand, and bit into the neck. Funny, he thought. His blood tastes different, not bad but left something to be desired, it must be because he's Jaffa and not human, it helped to quench his thirst though. He ran for the exit, only he didn't quite remember the way out. He tried to think, he came in here when he was human, he was conscious, somewhat, he tried to think and conjure up the human memories, he could, but it was hard, as though he was trying to remember some small and insignificant detail that was of no importance, or something that had happened so long ago that he had never tried to remember before. It was like trying to remember something that he tried so hard to forget, it was almost painful to conjure up human memories, but in the few minutes since the fire had burned through him and had stopped, everything was sharp and clear, and he could recall any detail, of any moment, of any second, of any minute, with absolute clarity, like a photographic memory, times ten. And then an alarm sounded.

The alarm spoke of an escaped prisoner,

"all guards and slaves intercept him".

He tried to find his way out of the building, but it was like a small maze. He searched here and there and it took only a few seconds. He met several guards, got through them without resistance, killed them quickly, and drained them of their blood. How many people was that that he had bitten and drained? He counted them all up in his head, he found that the math inside his head was extremely easy, he counted 8 so far, 8 ½ if you counted Amun which he realized he didn't finish. No matter, Amun's body was mostly drained of blood. He would most likely die shortly after that anyway, he doubted even if the healing ability of a Goa'uld symbiote could heal him of that.

Amun lay on the floor with the fire burning through his veins. He heard Ra shout at the guards.

Ra: "Find the prisoner and make him suffer!"

Ra ran out of the room with the guards. Amun called to a slave that was standing there in the room, and the slave walked over to his God to render assistance. Amun reached up and grabbed the slave by the neck and held him close.

Amun: "Open your mouth wide!"

The slave did as he was told. Amun then placed his mouth over the slaves and he tried to have the Symbiote leave the host and take the slave as a new host by leaping out and going into the slave's body, but… didn't work. Something was wrong. Armon's saliva must somehow be inhibiting him from leaving his hosts body. As the fire burned through him, he saw through the pain and touched the controls on the scanner and it scanned over him. The scanner said that the minute-amount of the serum from Armon's salivary glands had already got into the symbiote. And that the serum was somehow poisonous to the symbiote…'oh my god' he thought, 'how did I miss that?' He had the scanner focus its scan on just his symbiote, it said that his symbiote was dying, that meant that he would die. Amun panicked. He didn't know what to do. His first instinct, heal. He commanded the slave to help him into the sarcophagus. He got inside and the lid closed, but then, if anything, the fire within him began to get worse. He shouted and screamed. The sarcophagus opened and he got out. The slave helped him back towards the scanner. He ran another scan as he gritted his teeth with the fire that was all over him, he realized that the sarcophagus had only sped up the transformation process. Armon's saliva had already gotten into the heart, there was no way to stop the transformation. He would become like the boy. Become what the boy had become and so far it wasn't promising. The boy seemed like nothing more than just a savage monster. He knew that there were additional scientific factors to consider, but he couldn't think. All he could do was meditate on the fire… the fire… the never ending fire. He screamed at the top of his lungs, and then, the whites of his eyes glowed brightly for the last and very final time… and then… his symbiote died. He expected that to be it, that was it was over on the death of his symbiote, it would be broken down inside of his body and its raw materials being absorbed by the host. He was still very much alive, at least his consciousness was still present inside the host's brain. His consciousness had been transferred into his host body. Through the pain he made a mental scientific note.

Amun: "Take me to the ring transporter." only he spoke in his host normal voice. He could no longer speak in the loud, distorted voice of the Goa'uld.

The slave took him to the ring transporter. Amun typed in a set of coordinates on the keypad. The five rings rose up around him and with a flash of light he was transported back to his own palace, he was taken to his bed chambers where he rested and waited.

Armon still felt the fire within his throat. He still felt the animal instinct controlling his mind. But at the same time he found that for every person he bit and drained of blood he became more lucid and more clearheaded and the fire in his throat became colder and colder. He had bit and drained 10 people by now. The fire in his throat was almost completely out. He then found the exit. He ran at full speed and hit the door with his shoulder and the doors broke open. When he got outside, the bright hot desert sun beat down on him, and then suddenly the place was flooded with more light, but not from the bright sun overhead. The light was coming from him. He examined his pale white arms. He was mesmerized with awe. His skin shone brighter than the sun, he sparkled and glittered, he'd never seen anything like it. He never imagined such a thing. Several Jaffa stood around him, 10 Jaffa, 20 Jaffa, 30 Jaffa, surrounding him on all sides.

"Surrender in the name of your God or die!" the guard said.

Armon looked around at them and then with barely a thought, he thought 'get away from me'. And then a rippling like energy appeared around him and then a spherical repulse expanded in all directions forcing the Jaffa away from him and they went flying and landed on the ground hard. He then ran out into the desert faster than a cheetah.

Ra came out and met the guards that were still alive.

Ra: "Where is the prisoner?"

The guard said "I don't know my Lord. He ran out into the desert."

Ra: "He escaped you?"

The guard said. "He was so fast my Lord, so strong and he emitted this strange power my Lord, some sort of force came out of his body and forced us all away, we tried firing at him but he dodged, he's faster than the energy bolts of our weapons."

Ra: "You have failed me!"

Ra held out his hand and activated his hand device. A ribbon of golden energy transferred from the hand device to the forehead of the Jaffa. The Jaffa fell to his knees and was paralyzed and was in great pain.

Ra: "You know that I do not accept excuses. You know the penalty for failure."

Ra tortured him for another minute, then released him from the energy ribbon.

Ra: "Fortunately for you, killing you would be a waste of my time and your talents. Find him and kill him."

Guard: "I will not fail you my Lord."

Ra: "Oh yes, my faithful servant, one more thing. If you cannot kill him do not bother to return."

Guard: "As you command, my Lord."

The guard went back inside and gathered some supplies, and another handful of guards, and then headed out into the desert.

What would've taken hours to walk at human speed, he arrived at the rebels of village in minutes. But then he hesitated, he was clear minded enough to know that he was now a mighty weapon for the resistance, but now he didn't trust himself to go near them. He felt it inside of his mind, the desire to bite and drink, he didn't think that he could control himself. He felt ashamed. He felt dirty and contaminated. He had family and friends, he wanted to go to them, but every fiber of his being was telling him, 'kill them' 'drink them'. He slumped to the ground, he closed his eyes, he felt he wanted to cry, but no tears would come. He was a monster. He was not human anymore. If he was not human, what was he? His thirst was mostly sated, and he felt clearheaded enough to go and to help his people. But just before he was about to enter the village. He thought of changing his mind, again he felt his self-control weakening he felt his thirst getting worse. His new fast math brain had no trouble in counting up how many people he had to drink the blood of in a short time since this transformation was complete and then how many he would need from that time on. It seemed he needed a gallon of blood an hour. He would need to feed on thousands of people a year. Even the Goa'uld didn't kill that many people. He didn't pretend to be a god, he didn't kill for fun. Now he just had an uncontrollable desire to kill everyone because he couldn't help it. He closed his eyes and he concentrated, he was determined to free his people from the rule of false gods. 'Drink blood! Drink blood!' No! he tried hard to focus. He could help them now better than he ever could. They needed him. He then decided, whenever he felt the need to feed, he would go and feed on one of his enemies, a Goa'uld, or a Jaffa, or a human slave that still continues to foolishly serve a false God. He grit his teeth concentrated on his willpower and walked into the village.

Amun sweat beads out of his forehead while Kebi wiped the sweat off of his face with a cool rag of cold water. Through the pain Amun spoke to Kebi.

Amun: "Kebi, my love?"

Kebi: "Yes master?"

Amun: "I will not be safe to be around once this transformation is complete."

He gritted his teeth and sucked in as the fire burned through his veins.

Amun: "I'm not sure of the calculations. Have just done them in my head, I will be fully transformed in a few hours, and I will need you to go up to the ship and stay there and wait for me until I summon you. Is that understood?"

Kebi: "I understand my Lord."

There were tears in her eyes, she worried for her master. Through the pain Amun looked at the human woman that he loved so much.

Amun: "Don't be afraid my love, everything will be all right, I promise you. Now go to the ship an wait for my summons. Also, I want you to send 20 slaves into this room to care for me. Is that understood?"

Kebi: "Yes Amun."

And she leaned in and kissed him on the lips and then she walked out. A short time later 20 slaves entered the room. They were expendable, meaningless people that he could do without once his transformation was complete, they would serve their purpose. He would gorge himself on them until the fire in his throat would be gone and he would be clear minded. They all tended to him, for him they were all loyal, though none of them had anything on Kebi. His short time in the sarcophagus had sped up the transformation so much that it was only to be a few more hours until the transformation was complete.

A few hours later he felt it within him, his heart took off, each beat was like a sledgehammer, and must've been at least 10 beats a second. He felt the fire fade from his toes and fingers, and then his wrists and then his ankles were free of the fire, then his arms, and then his knees, and then the rest of his torso was free of the fire. And then as if it could be possible, the fire in his heart became even hotter, and that's where it all was focused. And then his heart stopped waited a moment, beat once more, and then a sinister sounding snarl and growl like a savage animal came out of his mouth and he leaped at the first slave and sank his teeth into the slaves neck. He drank from the bite wound, he felt the fire briefly extinguished in his throat and he felt the pleasuring euphoria flowing through his body as well as the taste on his tong that was more delicious than any food he'd ever eaten. He fed on one slave after another and became more and more clearheaded until finally after the 12th slave he stops halfway through. He was full, the fire in his throat was completely gone, he was perfectly clearheaded. The remaining eight slaves were screaming with fear, he told them to stop.

Amun: "It's alright my faithful servants. You have all served your God well."

At first, Amun thought of killing the 12th slave because he was undergoing a transformation process. But Amun decided not to, he decided that he would let the boy live. The boy might merit further scientific study.

Ra then entered the room, with a group of Jaffa.

Ra readied his hand device, several of his Jaffa readied their staff weapons.

Amun: "My Lord, wait, it's all right!"

Ra: "I've had enough Amun. Your experiment has gotten out of hand."

Amun: "My Lord, please, I can fix this."

Ra stepped a little closer to Amun.

Ra: "I sense no naquadah within you. You don't even have a symbiote anymore. You are not even Goa'uld. How can I even be sure that you aren't just the host? You don't even speak like a Goa'uld anymore."

Amun: "So, my Lord, what are you going to do with me?"

Ra: "I'm going to end this plague, right here, but first I would like to give a name to this new species that you have unwittingly created; all those who have been infected with your serum. They shall be referred to as 'Vap'pir'ray' meaning the Goa'uld word for 'blood drinking abomination'. Such creatures like your newly transformed from your serum, would make formidable warriors, but apparently they are completely uncontrollable."

Amun: "My Lord, I have served you faithfully for a very long time. Have I not given everything to you?"

Ra: "Amun, I warned you. I warned you that the experimentation and study of Hok'tar was a waste of time. It doesn't work. Humans can not be made superior than they already are without making something wrong with them. Your experimentation is a huge failure. And you know what? You never made a decent Goa'uld anyway. You could've been a great System Lord. But you could never have ascended to the rank of System Lord, because your too soft. You are a fool Amun. You've been nothing but a thorn in my side with your ridiculous experiments. Die with honor Amun!"

Amun placed his hand on top of the wrist of his hand device to activate his personal shield, but it didn't work. He then realized that as a side effect of the workings of the serum is that the serum must have forced all the naquadah in his blood out through his sweat glands. So his hand device will not work now.

Amun: "Wait! Just one more thing. Ra, I have always had a great deal of respect for you. But I must say, who says that it is a waste of time to study Hok'tar? You never have a respect for science. What I have done is…'a first step', and Vap'pir'ray, now merit more study, and I might even figure out the secret to perfecting human DNA. But you are paranoid, the moment something goes wrong that you don't understand, you want to blow it up, and pretend it didn't happen, and that will be your undoing. One step forward, two steps back, that's all you do. I always looked up to you. You were like a father to me. All I ever wanted from you was your approval. But now, I know that I was wrong to worry about that. You have surrounded yourself with fools, my Lord. But I feel like the biggest fool of them all. I was right and you were wrong. And I don't care what you think anymore! For I don't need you anymore, I'm going solo. And thanks for the name of my new species. We the Vap'pir'ray will become more powerful than any human or Goa'uld!"

And in that moment, before Ra or his Jaffa could do anything, Amun pulled out from under his ornately decorated royal cape a Goa'uld shock grenade. It beeped for one second and Ra and his Jaffa were too slow to react. There was a blinding flash of light filling the whole room and everyone was on the floor except Amun to whom the weapon had no effect, as well as the slave who had serum flowing through him.

He brought everyone over to the ring transporter, typed in coordinates and ringed everyone up to his ship. He sent a message to have one hundred slaves sent up to his ship.

When he got to his ship he put Ra in a holding cell. Then he killed all the slaves and Ra's Jaffa. He then hooked up intravenous tubes to all of them and harvested all their blood and put it in storage. If he controlled his thirst and carefully rationed it, then it would last him awhile. Though he felt the instinct, he did not want to control himself, he wanted more blood to drink. He already felt the thirst returning, and his lucidity and clear-headedness he got from his first feeding, was fading.

Armon stayed out of sight until he found a cloak and hood. He then confronted his brother in secret.

Armon: "Brother, it is me Armon." He whispered from behind a curtain.

His brother was shocked to see him. And thought that there was some mistake. Armon's brother's name was Drogan.

Drogan: "Brother, I was sure you were dead. How did you escape?"

And then without warning Armon's brain just spontaneously shut down and he sank his teeth into Drogan and sucked him dry. He was then clear headed again and was horrified at himself. His own brother. He had no warning, no choice to control, no choice to fight the madness. He was worse then the Goa'uld. And then, with the memory of the taste and effect of the drinking of the blood, he decided, he would get over it, and that he didn't care.