Alexis: Evil Reborn (2 page)

Her neighbor, Martin, stood wide-eyed, in front of the dryer, forgotten wash falling from his open hands.

“Alexis?” he asked.

“More or less,” she answered, then grabbed him by the arm and dragged him, screaming, into the basement.

****

From upstairs Alexis could hear the knocking of the police on the front door. Being a solid piece of oak with a heavy bolt, it had no window. No window meant they couldn’t see her ruined door. Still, she had the matter of Martin at hand.

He was squirming and trashing about beneath her. She crouched, huddled over him, one arm out and a hand, clamped like a vice, was locked over his mouth as he continued to try and scream. All his struggles, the thrashing of limbs and kicking of his legs, failed to budge her.

Instinct replaced thought and her new form, ever adapting, reacted for her. Cocking her head forward, she met his panicked eyes, brown flashes of color that darted in frenzied dashes.

“You must be calm, Martin. What I want from you is what you have always wanted to give me. So stop fighting me, you can’t win.” Full, plump lips parted and her forked tongue licked out, caressing the flushed cheek of her captor.

Her nerves started racing, starting a spark that became a current of hunger that overtook her senses. The forked tongue rose, wiggled wildly in the air before Martins terror filled vision, and then split into eight snake-like tendrils.  They danced wildly, like tiny snakes cut from the belly of their mother and allowed to spill out, sending chaotic lashes in every direction. The tendrils suddenly darted forth; splaying out over Martin’s sobbing face.  They swelled and pulsed once, covering the captive in a golden mist.

Martin passed out immediately, going limp beneath her. She wanted nothing more than to fuck him now and take his seed but it would have to wait. Upstairs the front door was being pounded and Alexis new she would be found out soon if she didn’t run.

The back of the basement had several windows, made of glass bricks, and she discarded her captive momentarily and began punching through one of them. The glass cut her hands up, leaving long gashes that were already stitching themselves back together. An aggressive, angry growl passed through her tightly drawn lips, and she tore at the basements concrete blocks as well, creating enough space to for her to escape through with Martin’s unconscious mass.

“Downstairs!” The word echoed down, triggering her into action. In one leap she was at Martin and scooping him up in a clumsy embrace. She made the newly rendered hole in another focused bound and pushed Martin through before squeezing herself after him.

Her legs just cleared the hole when she heard the quick pop of gunfire behind her. Two more pops and a shot got lucky, ricocheting up and into her calf. She fell, screeching, inhumanly shrill, her leg on fire and already changing, becoming leathery and hard, a protective shell to ward off more attacks. The calf convulsed with the change, pushing out the bullet along with another screech and the officer that shot her made the mistake of poking his head out of the hole to see where his suspect lay, making his last mistake. She waited, clawed hand drawn back, and swiped at his throat, opening a canvas of blood and flesh were his throat had been moments earlier. She kicked out, sending his crimson spouting form crashing back into another officer that grunted with the impact.

RUN!!!

“I am, that fucker shot me!” Alexis gathered Martin back into her arms and jetted away from the horror she left in her wake. She hadn’t wanted to kill anyone but she held no regrets over it either. The world would respect her finally or there would be a price to pay.

****

The bed she set Martin on was crude, made of leaves and their discarded clothes. Almost an hour had passed and her victim was just awakening, groggy and confused but with an erection that sprang toward the tree tops.

Take him slow. The mist you sprayed him with will leave him enthralled by you. It is also working inside him, increasing his seed to impregnate you, making it stronger and more plentiful. Tease him, let it boil inside and beg for release and then take him and let him fill you. Kill him after or leave him, I care not which, but mate him now while his seed calls out to you.

“Like I have a choice,” she scoffed, “I have never felt so horny, so in need of being fucked.”

Alexis crawled over to his stripped naked physique. She could smell the blood pumping through his cock; smell the pre-cum starting a slow dribble down his purple domed head. She needed to taste him, needed to wrap her tongue around his shaft and feel the blood pulsing through his thick veins, making him hard for her.

She crouched down, inhaled the musky scent of his cock, and extended her tendriled tongue out, engulfing it in a many coiled grip. The split parts of her tongue milked him, passing up and down his shaft, pulling at his soft exterior and massaging the hardened muscle beneath.  The tendrils danced, exploring every inch of his cock and then extending down to caress his rough ball sack.

Above her, Martins moans burst out in short pants, and she knew he was ready. She released his manhood, drawing her tendriled tongued back inside her mouth and brought herself up to mount his prone form. There, in his glossed over eyes was all the approval she needed. He wanted her impaled on him, needed the soft folds of her pussy to slide his cock home into.

She hovered over his erection, her lower lips swollen and puffy, dripping the nectar of her loins down onto the purpled head of his cock. Never had she been this wet, needed cock as badly as she did now, and never had she taken one in this way. Her lips pushed out, sucking at the head briefly before she slammed herself down, accepting the full length of him inside her.

She knew her body acted differently, like an alien to her, but it had never sung with this much joy before. Her parts acted in their own way, adjusting to her needs and acting on her desires.

She bounced on Martin’s cock, meeting his thrusts by slamming herself forcefully down on him repeatedly. When his lips parted she fed him her full breasts letting him suckle her nipples. She fed him more of her serum, keeping him impossibly hard and horny, through her nipples. Martin sucked hard, in need of her milky emission.

“Yes, Martin, give yourself to me. You are mine and I will feed your need to fulfill my own.”

He’s close, take him deeper, accept his gift, and create our offspring.

“Yes,” Alexis said, thrusting her hips forward, sliding up his steely rod and bucking backward again, burying it deep inside her womb.

Martin began moaning into her tits and bucking beneath her, his orgasm racing through his veins, eager to sow his seed.

“Now, Martin, fill me.”

They convulsed together, her release tightening her nipples and locking her pussy over his pulsing shaft. She could feel everything with her newly altered self, feel the throbbing of her sheath over his jerking cock and the spray of his hot cream spreading over her womb, spurt by spurt.

Over and over she slid up and down, her nerves alive and dancing in ecstasy. Her milk had done its job, increasing Martin’s release. She felt the excess cum flowing from between her legs, sliding out of her satiated pussy and out over his hard cock. She raised her hips up, letting Martin’s dick pop free, excitement flushing her nude skin, and looked at the creamy mixture pooled beneath his balls, spreading over the bed of leaves.

“Thank you, Martin,” she said. She bent down, laid a quick kiss on his nectar covered lips and left, leaving him naked and alone. She didn’t want Martin dead. He was the only man that had ever been kind to her so she left him there, smiling and happy and hoping when his mind cleared that he didn’t start screaming in horror.

****

His seed is already at work inside you. Your whole cycle will be a day at most, and in that time you must protect our unborn until we can release them. You will feel on fire soon and it’s best to find someplace cool and near water. Delivery in water is best. You are very special Alexis, chosen by us to be our queen, to be my vessel and equal. Together, we are resurrection, to ourselves and to our breed.

“I’m special? So what about the explosion, the fire, and the doll head you were in?” she said, and started running toward the toy factory and beyond to the large pond behind it.

There are more of us out there, among you, but they are the workers helping us get a foothold in humanity. We are mainly female, the male of our species for breeding only. Most of my kind in the factory died in the explosion so we could find each other. The doll was my protection while I grew, until finally they laid me down on your line. The explosion had to happen in case our bonding failed. Our true forms cannot be discovered until the birthing. Soon, ushered in by our offspring, our new day will dawn.

Alexis ran, her energy never fading, but her core grew uncomfortably hot, a light flicker of heat blossoming into a full blown blaze. Clutching at her stomach, she crumpled down, crashing to a skidding halt.

“Fuck, I feel hot, like fire is coursing through my veins and lava in my belly.”

The spasms rocked her, hot electric shocks that knotted her muscles and seared her with pain. It happened so suddenly Alexis never noticed she had fallen in the clearing, just outside the blanket of trees. She was exposed and vulnerable, and every time she flashed her lids open she could see the factory, the charcoal husk of her past, burnt and decrepit in its ruin, surrounded by police cruisers.

Her future burned in her belly, baptizing her in the flames of rebirth. The steady changing of her form unsettled her at first but the lightning fast adaptations were proving addicting, wielding power she knew not the scope of, but engorged in fully.

The fire inside abated briefly and she leaped up and sped anew toward the pond. There she could quell the flames and control her pain as her babies grew quickly inside her womb. She surged, desperate to be in the cooling waters before the next wave of heat overtook her. She raced along the perimeter, her legs lengthening with each stride, custom made for speed.

A loud sound echoed, and then another and a pain erupted in her side, along her ribs. She’d been nearly shot, a quick inspection showing a thin line of blood where she’d been grazed. She dropped to all fours, crouched for a moment as her torso elongated and her arms mimicked the shape of her back legs, ready for speed and clawed to wreak terrible vengeance.

Do not let them stop you; do not let more men hurt you, hurt our offspring. Protect what is yours.
 

“I fucking plan to!” The words came out hard and deep, her voice changing as her jaw widened and her teeth daggered.

Alexis turned abruptly and headed for the first cop she saw. He kneeled, crouched by his squad car, pistol steadied and taking aim, the distance of a half a football field between them. She covered it in seconds, darting erratically with each report of the gun until she collided with him, the force of the blow embedding him in the car door.

She cast her red eyes at him, fury boiling and then released, the whistle of the kettle her unleashed rage as she tore at him. He felt nothing, already dead, but her rage would not be abated until he was bloody piles or rendered flesh strewn about her clawed feet.

More shots punched into the metal behind her. A quick glance showed a group of officers, to many to count in a glimpse, closing the distance to her, guns at the ready.

She ran. She wanted to rip them all apart, but the fire was building inside again and she needed to make the water.

The cops faded away, her speed too much to match. She passed the skeleton of the factories docking bay and spotted the pond at the office park. Spectators littered the area, the kind of people that reveled in other’s pain.

“This’ll be fun.” She spat the words, venom lacing her whispered threat.

The screams started immediately, a symphony of terror and panic rising into the unforgiving shadows of the descending eve. Nightmare had become reality and the bodies fell in a vicious wake of crimson as Alexis cut her way to the water. Two more bodies fell before her at the water’s edge. She dove in, disappearing below the surface.

****

Coolness blanketed her as she made for the ponds deep center. Gills had already sprouted below her ears, behind her jawline, as she sank to the dark center. Only instead of complete darkness it grew brighter by degrees. The source of the light shocked her. It emanated from her growing belly, full and rounded now and glowing gold in the murky depths. Her rounded stomach rippled with the motion of a million writhing forms, agitated now in their need for birthing.

Despite the cooling submergence, she twisted in agony as the heat spread from her womb. Their offspring were ready.

But there was a problem.

Splashes sounded around her, dull echoes returning from the top. They were not alone.

Birth them and they will save you. The others are almost here and there will be more to come. Release our children, let them feed.

“You told me I had a day,” she said, thinking the words to the other.

I am sorry Alexis. I was wrong. Our children are ready now. Will you deny them?