The Master Pathogen

[Anone]

This story is fantastic  and so horny and I am so looking forward to what Elias does next.  He is slowly turning into a monster who spreads his tainted seed to others aa his sex drive increases. 

[kspozcum]

Chapter 12: Hunger Pains, Hidden Truths

Trevor and Elias’ apartment. Front room. 10:00 MST. 31-Oct-20XX

 

“Oh my god… for the last time, use a goddamn fork, Toby,” Trevor said with irritation, handing one to Tex. “Didn’t your mother teach you to not eat with your hands?” 

“Sure, right after your dad taught me how to scratch myself.”

Tex ignored the fork, and continued picking up bits of scrambled egg with his fingers and guiding the pieces toward his mouth. Trevor gave him up for a lost cause, and loudly let the fork clang on the coffee table. Elias came in at just that moment, and hearing it drop, covered his ears with his hands.

The clanging cutlery and the sounds of his husband and brother-in-law bickering like teenagers gave him a massive headache as if he'd been out drinking all night.

“Guys! Please! I can hear you in the next room,” Elias complained. “Keep it to a dull roar.”

“There’s still some bacon left in the kitchen, babe. Help yourself. That is, if Toby hasn’t eaten it all like the barnyard animal he is.” Two seconds later, a dry corner of toast and crust came flying at his face, thrown by Tex. 

“Is this all the food you cooked?” Tex asked. Trevor shot him a dirty look.

“If you can’t keep it on your plate and off my floor, you obviously have had enough to eat.”

“All right, guys, I’m serious!” Elias nearly shouted. “Give it a rest.”

Both brothers stopped and stared at Elias, surprised at the sudden outburst.

“Um… Look who’s feeling better!” Tex opened his mouth and showed Elias some bits of chewed-up egg on his tongue.

Elias let out an exasperated sigh, and walked into the kitchen, before muttering, “Why am I even friends with you?” 

He found a few strips of stiff, cold bacon drying on a small stack of paper towels atop a small plate. Taking it all, he put it on a separate plate and walked it over to the stove, adding the remainder of the cooling scramble to the plate. Looking around, he found the thing he wanted more than food. Trevor had set out Elias’s favorite mug right in front of the coffee machine. Elias poured a healthy amount into the mug, added three slices of toasted bread to the plate, and returned to the front room with his breakfast.

As he returned, he noticed the television was on, and a commercial for a feminine product was showing, thankfully at a low volume. It was Trevor’s habit to turn on the local morning news, but never really watch it. Elias tried to break him of the routine, but without success. The bantering between the twins had quieted, and Elias was appreciative of the lull in their brotherly battle. Elias sat in his usual spot on the couch, and placed his plate on the coffee table. Taking a grateful swig of the coffee, he found it tasted better than anything right now. The caffeine rushed through him, sharpening his focus.

“Got your coffee, sweetie?” Trevor said, flopping down beside Elias and leaning against him.

“Yeah, I need this now, especially after last night,” Elias said with relief. 

“We had quite the adventure,” Tex said cautiously. “But, um… I don’t think we ought to share the details with civilians…?” He gave Elias a pointed, raised-eyebrow look, a familiar signal to keep military actions confidential. 

Trevor raised both his hands. “Yeah, yeah… I know the drill, guys. I don’t want to know, and I don’t want to have to deny anything. That’s between you.” Then he planted a quick kiss on Elias’s cheek. “Still love ya, babe.” 

“Love you, too,” Elias said with a mouthful of eggs.

Turning to Tex, Trevor sarcastically said, “So gross. Married a real romantic, didn’t I. Am I the only one with any manners here?”

Elias and Tex didn’t answer, but continued eating. The news program came back on.

“Continuing with the top stories of the morning, we’re back with breaking news out of the Sterling Heights area,” a cheerful woman began. “We take you live now to the Helixion Genetics campus, where a press briefing is ongoing.”

At the sound of ‘Helixion Genetics’, Elias damn near choked on his coffee. Tex rushed forward and grabbed the TV remote, and turned the volume up. He and Elias exchanged worried glances, but said nothing. Trevor looked at his brother with slight concern at the sudden movements. 

On screen was a rather nervous-looking man in an ill-fitting suit, standing next to and occasionally glancing at a much larger man. He repeatedly tugged at his tie as though the offending piece of clothing was choking him. The other man had an almost military air about him, his face flat and unyielding as he looked out at the small group of reporters. 

Elias would bet almost anything it was likely General Krell.

“... a lab animal escaped from the facility last night, and was struck by a passing motorist,” the Helixion representative said in an even voice. “There is no cause for alarm, the animal has been recaptured, and the site has been quarantined for observation. We will do everything we can to keep the public safe, but access to the facility is restricted, and no one without authorization should approach the site.”

Tex silently mouthed, “A lab animal?” to Elias, who didn't reply verbally but only looked at his plate as memories of the smilers danced across his vision. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach.

“General! General Krell, Amanda Preston, KZRM News 9. Can you confirm if the animal poses any risk to the general public? Witnesses state that it appeared to be infected.”

The camera panned first to a smartly dressed brown-haired woman, holding out a large microphone towards the General, before it panned back to General Krell, zooming in slightly.

“There is absolutely no cause for concern,” the General said, smiling intensely and giving a stern look to the man next to him before continuing. “The animal in question was recovered and all testing is being performed. We can confirm, however, that all testing has so far shown negative and no testing occurs at the facility that can harm humans in any way. Any other questions?”

Another reporter stepped forward, wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants.

“Mike Pollimero, KTVK News 48. Sir, how did the animal even escape?”

The General looked slightly perturbed before clearing his throat.

“A careless employee accidentally left a door open earlier this morning and it escaped from a secure area in one of our labs. Thankfully, nobody was injured in the process. An internal audit will be performed and we will be happy to share the results with everyone once we have them. We have a lot to do, so I think we will have to cut this briefing short. Thank you everyone.”

The news anchor reappeared at her desk, her face devoid of emotion, and resumed speaking. “We’ll return to this story as more details come in. Drivers on I-276 are advised to use alternate routes and avoid the surrounding area. We now go to Jim, over in the weather center for the 10 day forecast, Jim?”

Trevor pointed at the screen. “Ah... That’s why it took me so long to get home. Traffic was a real mess. I guess now we know why.”

Elias continued chewing, never taking his eyes off the plate, trying to come up with an explanation he didn’t really need. Tex was silently transfixed on the screen, flipping through several channels in search of more information, before finally stopping on a small news blurb about the lab.

“- lead geneticist, Dr. Clark Grant’s lawsuit with the employer. Comments from Dr. Grant and Helixion about the continuing lawsuit weren’t answered at the time of writing the story.”

“I know that guy! Clark! Sweetest guy ever.” He turned to Elias, who still hadn’t looked up. “Remember? We went to that funeral a few months back? I was his husband’s Infectious Disease doctor. So awful what happened.”

Elias swallowed hard before speaking. “I don’t… wait… I remember.” Then a flash of recognition. “Oh… Shit! You remember that guy that showed up wasted, and they had to cart him out? He damn near ruined the whole ceremony with his—oh god—" Elias shuddered hard as the connection, which had eluded him less than a day ago, finally clicked: "Jack. The CEO’s son, Jack.”

Tex turned his head slightly, his mouth forming an O shape. “You don’t mean… No way…”

“What?” Trevor asked. “What about Jack Blaine? I mean… I’ve heard things, but…”

Tex considered what he was about to say. Elias closed his eyes, and softly sighed. “I should have known. I should have known it was him.”

“What is it?” Trevor asked with alarm. 

“We…” Tex began but trailed off before he could continue, unsure whether he should discuss this with non-military personnel. “Okay, but swear on our mother’s life that you won’t repeat this!” Trevor nodded, silently acquiescing.

“We ran into Jack last night. At Helixion.”

“What do you mean you ran into him at Helixion? You guys were on a mission last night, weren’t you?” Trevor asked, a confused look on his face.

Elias reopened his eyes, and turned them toward Tex. After a deep breath, he slowly said, “I think we better tell him everything.”

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Trevor was quiet for a long time after Elias and Tex told him the whole story. He rose without a word, and went to the window, just staring out. Then he turned around suddenly and faced them both.

“I swear, I really want to beat the stupid out of you both. You’re both lucky you weren’t killed,” he finally said. “And Jack just took off?”

“Yep. Ran right toward the smilers,” Tex said flatly. “And then right past them, too.”

“That’s when we lost Commander Briggs,” Elias said darkly. “He put a dart in one of them, but it just bounced off, like the creature was made of stone. Then it flung him across the room. We got the door open, and the fucker scratched my arm. Hurt like a bitch.”

“He ordered us to go, so we did. We got it closed again, and made a run for it. I twisted my ankle on the way out. Had to hobble for a while and take a cab to get back here,” Tex concluded. “Which reminds me…” He took out his mobile phone, and began a quick search for the cab company. “I owe that driver a tip for last night.”

“The thing that surprises me is that they’re trying to cover this all up. I know Clark, he’d be the first to blow a whistle on all this,” Trevor said, shaking his head. “I mean, he’s like a damn saint. You should have seen him with his boyfriend at the end.”

Elias didn’t feel any better after sharing this wild tale with his husband. He looked at Tex with worry. “So what are we going to do?”

Trevor closed the distance between them. “I have an idea. Toby, see if you can get into the mainframe of your operation. They don’t know you weren’t there, so if you,” pointing at Elias, “log in and mark him down as absent for some medical reason. If I remember correctly, the same company that makes our EHR makes your operations software. So, you should be able to backdate it so no one else knows. Meanwhile, Elias, let me look at the scratch. And don’t you dare be a baby about it.”

Elias quickly sat down. He knew that when Trevor gave an order regarding something medical, he was quite serious about compliance and didn’t need the same shit he gets from other adult patients. The fact he was using his first name without any emotion further drove the point home. Elias rolled up his shirt sleeve, knowing full well that Trevor would find only a healed scar. Tex went out of the room to give them privacy and to properly compensate the taxi driver.

Trevor came in close to inspect the scratch. He said nothing while he looked over the entire arm, puzzled. “I can’t find it. All I see is this thin white strip you didn’t have before. You’re sure it was this arm?”

“Positive,” Elias answered confidently. “Look at my torn jacket. It’s definitely this arm.”

Trevor didn’t believe him. “Hmm. I mean, it must have been a glancing blow.” He pulled the shirt sleeve back down. “But I don’t see anything to treat here.” Then he looked into Elias’s face before giving a slightly relieved smile. “Looks like you’ve been working out, too. Remind me to frisk you later.”

“You got it, babe,” Elias answered quietly, quietly sniffing the air. He then noticed that Trevor smelled different, but he couldn’t quite understand the change in scent. I should be smelling only his body wash, not antiseptic and hospital. Odd. 

Tex reentered, and closed his phone. “Cabbie’s all paid. Now let’s get into that database.” Trevor stood and picked up the laptop in both hands, and walked it over to the dining room table. Pulling out a chair, Tex seated himself, and Elias next to him while Trevor stood looking over his shoulder.

While it booted up, Elias went into the kitchen for another mug of coffee and to return his plate to the sink. At the splash page for the military website, Tex exchanged a glance with Elias, and then turned to Trevor. “I know you’re helping us, but… this is classified stuff. You know I can’t let you see this.”

Trevor stood to his full height, unoffended, and walked away from the table without a word. Tex returned to the computer, and began typing in passcodes and clearances. After a minute, Tex said, “You can come back now, little bro.” Trevor returned to the table as if nothing happened. Elias could swear he was hearing the heartbeat of his lover, and found he could not take his eyes off him. The stare was more of a desire to mate than one of pure love. In his mind, he was undressing Trevor while Tex’s back was turned, eager to show him a few new tricks. 

He was snapped back to the moment when Tex repeated, “Eli, you’ll have to log in here. If I do it, the system will record my virtual entry.” Elias nodded twice, and took the laptop from Tex. After a few keystrokes, he was in. Scanning the ledger for the Black Sigma roster, Elias quickly found what was wanted. 

“All right, here’s the list of assigned soldiers for last night’s mission. Scroll, scroll, scroll… And here you are. I’ll just mark that as absent for medical reasons… backdate it for three days ago… And… presto! All done.” He turned to Tex triumphantly. “You were never there, my friend.”

Tex chucked darkly, the laugh not reaching his face. “I wish it were that easy to erase the memory of it.”

Elias returned to the screen. “I know what you mean.” 

Looking to dispel the gloomy mood, Trevor continued outlining his plan. “Okay, now reassign him to the DARPA crew.” With a few clicks and keystrokes, Elias completed this task. “I’m thinking that, while you’re there, you can find out what’s going on, what they were doing in Helixion, and whether your comrades are still alive. Having an inside man will give us an edge, help us figure out what we’re dealing with, and whether there’s any danger to the outside world.”

Tex nodded, saying nothing. And he just came up with this in a flash. Way to go, bro.

“While we’ve got it turned on, let’s look at the Helixion website. See if I can get a clearer picture of the scene.”

Elias typed hurriedly, and after a minute or two, the Helixion website displayed on the laptop. “Let’s have a look at the personnel of the facility. Maybe we’ll recognize some faces.”

Before long, the three of them were reading the professional biography of Dr. Clark Grant. But all the other employees - at least the higher-up employees - had pictures and awkwardly smiling pictures. They all looked so corporate. Dr. Grant’s was the only one missing; in fact, it looked like it had been removed forcibly. In its place, a solid black bar reading ‘pending internal review’ was in its place.

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Hours later…

“OK, let’s review the plan: Toby will return to the lab, and be reassigned to the quarantine crew. I’ll do what I can with the information. Text me on the burner phone you’ll be getting when you can.”

“Got it.”

“And Elias, I think it would be a good idea to go see Dr. Grant. I know where he lives, and I’ll write his address down for you. It’s not too far from my work if memory serves me right. He might be able or willing to fill in the blanks for you.” Trevor stifled a yawn. “There is more going on than you were told, without a doubt. And if he has any answers, he’ll definitely be willing to help us. They cannot get away with it.”

“They won’t,” Elias agreed. “And besides, we still have to rescue Zero.” Upon saying this, his mind suddenly connected to an external source. He could account for each of his missing teammates except for Zero. All of them were taken by the smilers, and he knew each one was fine. Changed, but still alive.

Shit. Zero. They must have killed him. His eyes began to tear up at the thought of his comrade sacrificing himself to ensure Elias and Tex escaping, and he turned away. Trevor put a consoling hand on Elias’s shoulder, saying nothing.

Tex let out a loud breath. “Whew. All right, it’s a good plan. Let’s get to it!” Tex stood from the chair, and collected what personal items were around the front room. Elias tried to take a few quiet calming breaths, and noticed he was getting hard again while Trevor soothed him by rubbing his shoulders. 

“Toby, take it easy on that ankle,” Trevor cautioned. 

“I’ll call you if I need anything,” Tex said. “Thanks, guys. Be safe.” Tex went out the door quickly.

“Hey! Can you at least pick up your dishes?” Trevor called after him. 

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Trevor wrote an address on the notepad, and tore it off loudly, its sharpness harsh on Elias’s ears. He handed it to Elias, saying, “Here you go. That’s his name, address, and phone number. Take my car, and keep a low profile otherwise.”

Elias pocketed the paper, and then suddenly planted a hard wet kiss on Trevor, who reacted with surprise. “Hey! Mmm.. Hey, take it easy.”

Elias pulled back a little. “Your brother is gone now, so we have the place to ourselves,” he said seductively. “How about we have a little fun before I go?” Elias grinned amorously. 

“Babe, as much as I love how clingy you are suddenly, I need to get a little sleep before work tonight, and you have investigating to do,” Trevor said, smiling as he looked Elias in the face.

Trevor started to pull away from Elias to go to the bedroom, but Elias wouldn’t let go of his hand. His grip was stronger than Trevor remembered, and found himself a little flummoxed when he couldn’t move beyond an arm’s length. “What, baby? What is it?” he enquired with curiosity.

Do it. If he wants answers, he can get an up close and personal experience, the voice whispered. Elias paused for only a half a second, unnerved. This time, Elias didn’t fight against it. “I’m going to fuck you right here on this table.” Elias pushed Trevor down on the glass tabletop, and tried to kiss him again.

“Right… Hey, hey, not here, babe. We EAT at this table,” Trevor objected. Seizing the shorts in both hands, Elias yanked them down and pinned Trevor against the table. 

“Damn straight we do!” He raised Trevor up on the tabletop, pushed his legs over his head, and began licking Trevor’s hole with his tongue. Although they had experimented with rimming before, Trevor wasn’t really into it, but this time it was different. 

“Babe, seriously, I don’t want to have to take another shower because I’m covered in crumbs from you and To….. oh god… Eli…” His eyes began to roll back in his head as a wave of dopamine rushed through him, stirring a passion and hunger long forgotten. Elias’s tongue breached the soft tissue with a frenzy he had never felt before. Eating his husband’s hole out like he hadn’t tasted him before became a ravenous, frenetic energy. Trevor moaned, and began to reconsider his aversion to the activity. 

Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. Elias had again caught a whiff of the chemical smell coming off Trevor, and he suddenly stopped and pulled back, retching. Trevor lowered his feet to the floor, curious what stopped their fun. 

“Okay, that’s the second time you’ve done that this morning, and I know for a fact I’m clean down there,” Trevor said with alarm. “Tell me right now. I know something is up, and you’re not acting normal. What the fuck is going on with you?” 

Elias rushed to the kitchen sink, and began another round of dry heaving. Between breaths, he began to say, “I’m sorry… darling… something you’re wearing is making me feel nauseous. Did you change soap or something? I…” Elias had to fight back another dry hurl, his words almost guttural as he choked up phlegm and bile. “I... keep smelling something chemical… like a hospital.”

Elias finally was able to clear his throat, going over to the sink and spitting out a large glob of saliva.

Trevor smelled under his arms, but got only the scent of soap and deodorant. “I don’t smell anything like a hospital.” Elias gave another heave into the sink, and then began to run the tap. “Babe, you’re scaring me. I think I need to take you to the clinic, get you looked at. I can just crash in the on-call room in the clinic.”

“What about Dr. Grant?”

“He can wait. He’ll still be there later. Hopefully. But YOU are my utmost priority right now.” Trevor pulled the shorts back up, and promptly went to the bedroom for his keys and wallet, as well as a clean pair of scrubs and his hospital badge. Elias pushed himself up from the sink with both hands, turned off the water, and just stared into the backsplash. He turned about, and going through the dining room, he spotted the wall mirror. He went over to it and examined himself in the reflection.

“What am I doing? Who am I? What the fuck is wrong with me?” he asked his reflection. He observed that his face seemed somehow foreign to him, and he leaned in for a closer look. It was then he noticed that his teeth had a different shape. It was barely noticeable, but recent dental work kept him aware of what his mouth looked like. And then he saw something entirely new.

The teeth had grown longer by a fraction of an inch. Reaching up a shaking hand, he pressed the tip of his index finger, pulling back suddenly as he felt the sharpness of the point of his incisor.

[Anone]

Another great chapter which feels really erotic and horny building up on what we know. To read that Elias is slowly turning into one of the already infected ones is showing the authors inventive mind and the way it's written in such detail has pulled me in. I just hope there's more to chapters to follow. 

[leatherpunk16]

14 hours ago, Anone said:

Another great chapter which feels really erotic and horny building up on what we know. To read that Elias is slowly turning into one of the already infected ones is showing the authors inventive mind and the way it's written in such detail has pulled me in. I just hope there's more to chapters to follow. 

Be assured that there WILL be more chapters to follow. Check back every Friday for a new one.

And thanks for the kind words for us. 

[BearCubCuntBoi]

This type of quality is what I strive to create myself someday...Really hoping I can use this as inspiration to make some content of my own. Who knows...Maybe I'll send a message to the both of you asking if I might use some themes from this one once I pin down how horny I wanna be in my writing~...

[leatherpunk16]

Chapter 13: Freedom’s False Hope

Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Employee Bathroom. REDACTED LOCATION. 0430 MST. 31-Oct-20XX

Jack had been hiding in a disused bathroom stall since running from his rescue team and the smilers. The hypersexual creatures did not give pursuit as Jack ran back through the length of the maintenance room, and into the long hallway. The first exit he found, he took: a seldom-used unisex bathroom on the basement floor. He locked himself in the room, and for added security, he entered a stall, shut its door, and locked himself inside that. 

Jack spent the next few hours curled up in the fetal position on the toilet, not making a sound until he fell into sleep. After a few hours had passed in silence, he awoke to find that nothing in the room had changed. No smilers were after him. He carefully opened the bathroom stall door, and peeked outside it. The room was just as he had found it. Tiptoeing out, he went to the sink and washed his face as quietly as he could. 

Then an idea came out of nowhere. He weighed the possibilities, and decided it was his best chance. Jack drank a couple handfuls of tap water, and carefully went to the bathroom door. Unlocking it, he paused, and waited for any sounds of movement on the other side. Nothing. He cautiously opened the door a crack, and peered into the hallway. Again, no movement, no sound. Relieved, he opened the door wider until he could exit. Jack turned back to the maintenance hallway, and gently moved down the hall until he was back at the large room. 

Boxes. I must get all the boxes. Cats like boxes. Monsters might be discouraged by them.

Jack shook his head. Concentrate! You blew it, and you’re alone again. Fo. Cus.

Inhaling deeply through his nose, Jack cautiously opened the door to the maintenance room. It was eerily quiet. Dawn would be coming soon, and the smilers would be asleep. It was his best chance to make a getaway. Walking inside, he found his makeshift cardboard box fort that he started earlier in the night. He scanned his memory just to be sure he didn’t fill them with anything that might make a noise. No filled boxes stood out. One by one, Jack moved them over toward the gate that separated him from freedom. Some boxes could be carried two at a time, and as his pile grew, he continued to watch his surroundings for observers. 

He didn’t even dare to breathe as he slowly crossed the room and moved boxes, maneuvering around the jumble of medical equipment and fixtures. One silent step after another, then another, and taking care to not touch anything other than his brown squares. After what felt like an eternity, Jack was back at the gate with all of them. The gate was still closed fast, and the green-lit numeric keypad awaited an input.

Jack began to set them up to resemble a wall. Stacking them one on top of another, the cardboard wall quickly materialized, and Jack was finished. He looked at his handiwork, and stood back, proud of his exertions. 

I can be safe from view while I get the door open. And if the smilers should come upon me, it will buy me time to finish working. He hoped it would work. Then he realized he might be stuck after all.

Wait! If I press the buttons, it’ll beep each time, and the mean creatures will hear it. They’ll come for me again, and I need to go!

Suddenly, an idea hit him. He quickly and quietly pulled off his tattered jacket, and did his best to stuff the garment around the keypad to muffle the sounds it would doubtlessly emit. The job was sloppy, but it was his only idea, and time wasn’t on his side. With his index finger, he nervously pushed the ‘1’ key, and held the makeshift muffler with the other hand. The keypad beeped, as expected, but its echo was held back somewhat by the wadded-up jacket. 

Jack swiftly looked around the immediate area to see if anything was about to pounce on him. But there was nothing. He pressed the ‘2’ key, and checked his surroundings again. Still nothing. Emboldened by his success thus far, he entered the remaining code until he heard the lock release. He pulled on the rusty handle, and found the door almost didn’t budge. Frustrated, he took two ends of the jacket that were still poking through the bars, and tugged some more. 

The door gave a loud, undisguisable screech as its hinges finally gave way to Jack’s forceful opening. He didn’t stop to look about, and strained every muscle to move the door even an inch. Little by little, the stubborn rusty thing gave way as its hinges squealed and groaned. A scream growl was heard at a distance - quite likely the next room. This time, Jack stopped pulling and turned in a half-circle, expecting a smiler or two behind him. He saw nothing moving, but knew they were closing in. “No no no no no no…” He turned back to the door, and pulled a little more, desperately this time. It barely moved.

Sensing no time to waste, Jack squeezed himself through what little opening he had created, and hoped his body would bend around the rest. Something finally went right for Jack since this whole ordeal began, and he fit through the gap with a little tugging and pushing. He let out a groan as his wiry frame pressed against the sturdy but stubborn door, especially where it crossed his ribcage. Finally, he found himself on the other side of it. 

Just then, the wall of boxes exploded as one of the smilers burst through it. Jack gave a startled inhalation and stifled a cry. He turned toward the exit, and raced down the passage, completely neglecting to close the door behind him. His footsteps thundered down the tunnel as he continued his mad dash to freedom, and he couldn’t get there fast enough to embrace it. 

The smiler who destroyed his makeshift wall let out a scream growl, and found the noisy door to be almost no challenge. It ripped the door off its hinges, giving one last high-pitched screech before it was separated from its frame. Tossing it aside, the smiler took off after Jack.

Jack finally reached the end of the tunnel, and leapt through the opening, not caring where he landed. As soon as he touched dirt, he let out a low grunt on impact, and then resumed running and vanished into the darkness.

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Helixion Genetics, exterior. REDACTED LOCATION. 0500 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. 

The watch had been a boring, uneventful one. Garrett Morrison took this job only for the money, but he had hoped for more excitement. Growing up watching a lot of movies about prison escapes and science fiction and cop dramas gave him the false impression that security of important places would be just like that. High-stakes drama, medical espionage, and intrigue on such jobs had so far eluded him. This was his seventh posting for guarding a facility on the night watch, and it was just as dull as the first six.

His partner, a no-nonsense blonde woman, was almost as restless as he, but she disguised it well. Caroline Fisher was still wet behind the ears in security, having been demoted from the police force after taking the fall during a jewel heist, and she was none too pleased with the abrupt change in careers. She, too, was here for the money to raise the two children that two men had left her to raise without any support, and she could at least work nights to provide for her fractured family. 

Working with them - or more likely, overseeing them - was Patrolman Beau Cosgrove. His career as a policeman had been uneventful, and saw mostly routine work: speeding drivers, DUIs, and the occasional shoplifter, all coming with an avalanche of paperwork. Beau was in late middle age, and set to retire in four years with a healthy pension. He was proud of the fact that he had never lost a perp or taken fire in the line of duty. He lived and breathed Blue, and expected his children would do likewise. 

“I want to do a perimeter check,” Garrett said, not disguising the boredom in his voice. 

“Go right ahead,” Beau said with a non-committal nod of the head. “Check in if you find anything.” 

“Yessir.” With that, Garrett turned down the right side of the building, and disappeared from sight. 

Caroline needed something to pass the time. “Patrolman.” Beau was listening, and said nothing. “Do you know what we’re guarding here?”

“Nope,” was the only answer he would give. 

“Can you even guess? It’s just a science lab.”

“Nope.”

She adjusted her belt slightly, shook her feet out, and tried to occupy her mind. Patrolman Cosgrove wasn’t interested in conversation. “May I do a round when Morrison comes back?”

“Sure.” Beau stood stiffly at his post like a sentry. “No more talking.”

Well, aren’t you just a fun one, she thought derisively. Then something new came into view. A man in a torn white dress shirt and black slacks was running across the parking lot at top speed. Caroline instantly drew her firearm and pointed it at the man.

“Freeze!” She ran in the man’s direction, accompanied by Beau. Finally, some action! her mind shouted. “On the ground! Now!”

The man stopped his run at once, and dropped to his knees quickly with his hands in the air. As Caroline reached the disheveled man, she could see that he was dressed like a business executive, except that his clothes were almost ruined. She could smell him before she reached him, and a vile chemical odor and days of unwash made her scrunch up her face. 

“Hands where I can see them! Now!” she ordered.

“Please don’t shoot me! I just want to go home,” the man pleaded.

“You are in a restricted zone,” Caroline demanded. “You got any ID on you?”

The man raised his head to her, keeping his fingers splayed outwardly, and almost sobbing. “I… I’m… Johnathan Blaine. My dad’s the CEO of this company. Everyone calls me Jack.”

“Bullshit! Back on the ground,” Beau ordered. 

“Please, let me go!” Jack pleaded. “I’ve been trapped here for days, and I just want to go home. No more spit, no more smilers, no more scary military men or guns or boxes! Please, you have to believe me!” Jack shot a glance over his left shoulder, his eyes darting around, looking for a safe place. “We have to go, or they’ll catch me again. You don’t want to become one, too!”

The name was familiar to Caroline, but anyone could have known that, and without ID, he could just be lying. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

Jack let himself sit down, and kept his hands where they could be seen. Namely, on his face as he sobbed with both relief and fear of getting shot at the one-yard line. “They got them all. Every last one. But I escaped! I escaped, I escaped, I escaped… I wasn’t supposed to be here…” 

“Damn right you’re not. Where did you come from?” Caroline said.

Jack could only let out soft choking cries of relief. Finding sympathy for the man, Caroline lowered her weapon, and turned to Beau. “What do you think? This guy legit?” 

“Maybe,” Beau replied, his voice devoid of emotion. Caroline kept her pistol in one hand while trying to raise Jack to his feet with the other. “Take him.”

“You’re coming with us,” she said. “This is a restricted area, and even if you are who you say you are, you’re still not supposed to be here. You may have been exposed to chemicals and infection while in the labs.”

Jack’s face turned to alarm, eyes wild with terror and helplessness. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this. “No, no infection. They never took me and changed me. They spat on me over and over and over, and now I’m free, so they don’t get to chase me around anymore! And neither do you!” Jack gave Caroline a mighty shove - or what he thought was a mighty shove - and she stumbled backwards as he tried to turn and flee. Reacting quickly, Beau knocked Jack over the head, and he instantly collapsed to the cold pavement. 

“Quarantine,” Beau ordered. “Take him.”

Caroline let out a sigh of relief, thankful she wouldn’t have to put a bullet in this guy. Whatever he’d been through, she recognized that he was traumatized by the ordeal, and would likely need medical attention. He’s an exposure risk. You have to take him. Quickly, she pulled out a pair of nitrile gloves before she removed the handcuffs from her belt, forced Jack’s arms behind him, and cuffed him. Beau assisted her with raising Jack to his feet, and finally holstered his weapon. Caroline did likewise when she was sure Jack was subdued. 

“Quarantine tents are around front, right?” she asked. Beau nodded silently. “Come on, sir. We’ll get you cleaned up, and you’re going to spend the night in holding,” she said as she walked Jack around toward the front of the facility. Jack sobbed silently all the way, not knowing what would happen to him next. 

Beau returned to his post without a word, but before he got there, a volley of something wet and sticky struck his face. He began to draw his weapon for the thing that assailed him, but the chemicals acted fast, and Beau was lying awkwardly on a plot of grass before ten seconds had elapsed. 

A lone smiler stepped out of the shadows. He sniffed the air for other nearby guards, and then encroached on his prey. It knelt beside Beau, and wasted no time undressing him. The smiler flipped him over onto his back; Beau was probably flying and unaware of what was happening. The belt was undone in a flash, and the dark blue pants were pulled down to Beau’s ankles. The creature didn’t even bother with the boots, but raised Beau up by the legs until his shoulders and knees were almost touching. Then it drooled into Beau’s anus, and tongued the puckered flesh so the entry would be slick. 

The smiler grinned wickedly as it lubricated itself, and got its large dick ready for what must be done. 

—----

Garrett’s perimeter search found nothing of value. Every time he saw movement, it was something harmless like a squirrel or chipmunk scurrying into the bushes. The soft hooting of an owl in an overhead tree leant an eerie Halloween vibe to the whole scene. This was as exciting as it got, but Garrett was grateful for something different to look at after the long night watch with nothing happening. 

As he finished his patrol, one discovery was made: an opening in the side of the building. Its metal grate looked like it had been kicked out forcibly, but still swung, ready to be closed again. Garrett looked around hurriedly in hopes that no one was nearby to see him inspect it. Then his nose caught an odor that sent him reeling. The grate was somewhat damp, and had only a small amount of a  viscous and sticky residue in one spot, as if a wet hand had pushed it open from inside. Garrett drew his weapon, and peered into the tunnel behind it. He shone his flashlight down the shaft, but could see nothing. He’d seen enough movies to know that calling into a dark tunnel might cause something inside to come out swinging at you, so he didn’t vocalize into it.

Standing up from the tunnel, he activated his radio on the shoulder. “Cosgrove, this is Morrison. I’ve found an open grate on the side of the building.” But Beau didn’t answer him. The next voice he heard was Caroline’s. “That’s probably how this guy got out.”

Garrett stood blinking with confusion. “What guy?”

Caroline’s voice again answered him. “We caught a man escaping the facility. Says his name is Johnathan ‘Jack’ Blaine. I’ve taken him over to quarantine for questioning and holding while we verify his identity.”

“Ten-four,” Garrett answered. “Cosgrove, come in.” Garrett got no reply. “Cosgrove, come in,” he repeated. Only radio silence answered him.

“Go check on him,” Caroline answered. “He should be back at post.” 

Garrett knew this was bad news. How many times had he seen a film of any genre where someone wasn’t answering their radio, and something bad was currently happening to them? Garrett holstered his weapon, and dashed back to the assigned area. 

What he found shook his senses and defied belief. Something large and black as night was visible against the grass, and visibly copulating with something he couldn’t quite see. Garrett could make out a pair of boot soles in the air on each side of the thing that was kneeling upright and thrusting its pelvis. Garrett drew his weapon, and stopping in his tracks, he shouted, “Freeze! Hands where I can see them!” He pointed his pistol at the muscular monster, who stopped its movements, and looked over its right shoulder with one slow, creepy turn of its head. 

Garrett slightly lowered his pistol in disbelief. The creature resembled a man, but didn’t. Its features were mostly disguised by the darkness, but he could make out several large teeth, all shining like daggers. The creature hocked back deeply, and from its mouth shot a wad of spit at Garrett. He feigned to his right, and the gob missed its target. The creature resumed fucking its prey at a frantic pace, trying desperately to finish the job. 

Garrett fired a single shot at the creature. Bulls-eye. He had shot it in the back, and the beast howled in pain. Then it withdrew from Beau, leaving his body in a slump on the grass, and turned to Garrett. It gave a scream growl, prompting Garrett to cover his ears with both hands, and then it fled into the woods before Garrett could fire at him again. With the monstrosity out of sight, Garrett rushed over to Beau and knelt beside him, checking for vitals. “You’re okay, Cosgrove. It’s gone now, just breathe.” 

Garrett instantly activated his radio. “This is Garrett Morrison, I need backup NOW at the security post. Officer down, I repeat, officer down! Paramedics required at the security post! Bring a gurney, STAT!”

Garrett then noticed that Beau’s face was covered in the same sticky substance that was on the metal grate, and tried to wipe it off to facilitate breathing. The creature had been raping him, and Beau’s facial expression was one of infinite bliss. His small pecker stood at full attention, and mentally, Beau was wondering why the surprise romp had suddenly ended.

Garrett looked back at the spot where the creature had fled. “What the fuck was that?”

As Garrett’s voice faded from earshot, the creature continued its frenetic charge through the woods, never stopping for a second. In its memory, the smiler recalled its former life as an accountant with a boring desk job. But crunching numbers and sending invoices had done nothing to prepare him for getting shot. The smiler let this thought go - it felt like someone else’s life, a long time ago - and leapt over a fallen log. It could see what looked like moving lights up ahead, and it instinctively ran towards them. Finally coming out of the woods and to a paved road, the thing suddenly collided with a large semi-truck, which sent it hurling into a tree on the curve up ahead. As the creature sailed through the air, it thought, Too damn short. Darkness overtook him on impact with the tree as the first shafts of daylight began to appear on the horizon. 

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