The Parasite

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~~~(POV: Dr. Emile Hamlton)~~~

~~~(Location: Gord-Prime system, on-site Teller-bravo station, and colony)~~~

Damn it!

Damn it!!

Damn it!!!

Damn it!!!!

How could they not see the dangers in bringing back actual specimens!? I warned them that this would happen. It's more than just a parasite!

"Rodney! Open the door!"

The last escape is in front of me, but it has one occupant. Rodney, the biggest cocksucker I've ever met in my entire life. He flips me the bird.

I see something he doesn't see, and I back away from the pod slowly. He's confused, and realization sets in.

He slowly turns around, and I watch the parasite carrier latch onto him, dig into his brain and spine.

Screaming as he tries to fight it off. These damn things consume any living tissue. Thrive off taking biomass.

As Rodney screams, I turn around and run toward the utility elevator. There might be some escape pods left on the military wing.

Once inside, I take a breath and try to rationalize what's going on. Think about this thing we've brought back from Heroor.

"This isn't some regular sickness..."

It latches onto people in its carrier form.

Taking control of their body and making them no longer human or them. I've never seen a lifeform like this before. It's both terrifying and astonishing.

The transporter opens, and I'm met with a rotten and horrible stench. I poke my head out, and sacks of flesh line the walls. It almost looks like the formation of a hive... This is the military wing.

I'd be an idiot to search this place. There are obviously a lot of the fighting and capturing forms of the parasite here. I close the elevator, and all I'm left with as a destination is the hanger.

I press the button taking me there, and I relax cause it will take a few minutes. My fingers slowly glide through my greying hair, and I release a deep sigh.

Whatever Dr. Grace Virgil was thinking must've been driven by money. She would've never taken the parasite off Heroor if she weren't offered a lot of money. Teller-Bravo must've known this would happen, meaning this is an experiment.

"Using live test subjects... Real, thinking being... trapping us here like rats..."

There is no way I'm getting off this station alive.

While the parasite has probably spread to most of the station, not all 250,000 people have been infected and transformed yet. There have to be pockets of survivors somewhere.

The damn Primordium artifacts are to blame for this. Telling and warning us of the parasite kept on Heroor in stasis. If only we'd listened.

The little information I've been authorized to see doesn't tell me much about weaknesses, and I'm not even armed. If I'm caught, I will either die and be transformed or be transformed while I'm still alive and then die.

What they do with some of the bodies is strange. Some of them aren't turned... Like officers and station specialists. Their bodies are taken somewhere.

The hanger bay is approaching, and this is going to be my last damn hope of getting off this godforsaken station alive. The elevator starts to slow down, and upon getting closer, the sound of gunfire can be heard.

The elevator door opens, and I see a single ship being filled with survivors and soldiers. They're killing the parasite combat forms as fast as they come.

My instincts guide me, and I dodge the parasite combat forms and jump over the barricade.

"Emile?! How in the bloody hell are you alive, mate?"

One of my good friends helps me up and brings me into the ship.

"C'mon, men, we're leaving this dump!"

The last of the soldiers load in as they shoot. Keeping the parasite at bay.

We launch off, and I look around the small cargo area. No one is infected. I run to the security panel and run a check for any parasite infection forms. None on board.

Seeing these results, I fall to my knees, and I nearly puke.

"You're one crazy son of a bitch, Emile! I thought you were a goner for sure, mate!"

Kyle helps me up and smiles at me.

I give him a look, one that translates into the question of how many are left alive.

"We're the only ones that made it outside the ones who used escape pods... We're damn lucky, mate... This was a goddamn nightmare!"

He slams the wall, and I look at the remaining survivors. Out of 250,000... This is all that's left. Some soldiers and some workers. And a single kid without his parents.