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(MMg, ped, nc, rp, sci-fi) *** Only days ago, I witnessed a man being killed not far from my house, the killer saw me. He chased me down, and enraged, he cut into my eyes with a knife, permanently blinding me. After wards he raped me giving me syphilis. I was rushed to the hospital and my parents were devastated. I lay quietly in the unfamiliar sheets of the hospital bed with my eyes sore and bandaged. A stranger comes into the room, so silent his footsteps are as he comes to my bedside. "I brought you this rose," he said calmly, "its blue." The stranger gently holds open my hand and places the rose in it. With saying nothing else, he left. I gently ran my fingers up the stem of the rose to the petals. Blue. How odd, I've never heard of a blue rose before, I thought, and continued to hold it. It had been hours since my last meal, and it felt late. I was tired. Thoughts of suicide ran through my head for a long while, until a tranquil voice convinced me otherwise. It spoke kind, caring words, that held no pity or sorrow. "Who is that?" I asked. There was a long pause, before I heard an answer. "God." He replied. "God?" I asked, slowly sitting up. "Take those bandages off child." He said. Hesitantly, I unwrapped the cloth from around my eyes, but continued to hold them shut. "Look at me." He said patience in his tone. Not knowing how to reply, I weakly opened my eyes. Blurry at first, everything before me came into focus, including the thing that stood before me. It wore no clothing, and appeared to be a sexless being, although it's body seemed somewhat masculine. Large horns curved upwards out of it's skull and it's skin was gray. "What are you?" I asked, almost unbelieving of what just happened. "I am your god." It said softly, and approached my bedside. "I will heal you of your disabilities, only if you do me a small favor." I thought... How is this even logical? Was I still dreaming? "What do you want me to do?" I asked warily. He immediately replied, "To kill the man that did this to you." I sat back, still thinking. "Okay," I paused, "How?" "First, let me heal you." He said with a smile, and knelt next to me on the bed. The skin between his spread legs tore open, and a bulging penis slid out. For some reason though, this didn't bother me. The situation almost didn't seem real. There wasn't much I could do, so I nervously lay my head on my pillow and grasped the sheets tightly, not sure what to expect. I looked into his emotionless eyes, searching, but they revealed nothing. He slowly leaned over me, his penis disappeared underneath my hospital gown, and its warm tip touched me ever so gently. It penetrated, and my body went into complete ecstasy. It happened so fast, I shuddered; it was only after he filled me with freezing sperm, that I clenched and sat up quickly, feeling ashamed. Icy cum ran in a thin line down my leg, sending shivers crawling up my spine. The being stepped off of the bed. "You no longer have syphilis… I want you to kill him now." He said, with a tone that held no emotion. "How?" I asked, surprised. "Take my hand," He said, holding it out for me to grasp. I took it with my own, and he held on firmly. My arm throbbed in agony, and my heart pounded. He released his grip and my arm fell limply to my side. Before I could register what was happening, the flesh on my back ripped open, and violet feathers appeared. Large wings unfolded, feather tips scathing the walls and roof. Still damp with fresh blood, they were too heavy to stretch. The creature faded into the shadows. My trembling body went numb, and I watched myself thrash about the room in an uncontrollable frenzy, as adrenaline and fear took their course. Feathers, my feathers, they settled around me, and my back and shoulders ached with the weight of my new burden... Or gift... Could this really be the reality that is? The room dark, with no windows, fluorescent lights shattered, and glass all around me, yet I can see. I can see the damage I have caused, and the creature I am becoming. My body was now almost completely covered with fur and feathers, and my arms wielded a sharp blade. I am mutating. Images of what that man did to me ran through my mind, and I began to shake with rage. Sickle talons curved their way out of my fingertips, in a numbing pain, and again adrenaline overtook my body. It was time. Now sitting up from the dark corner that I had rested, I charged the door, splitting it into pieces. I slid across the hall, almost hitting the opposite side. The hallway was empty up until the receptionist's desk. The lady at the counter looked up from the book she was reading, horror appeared in her eyes when she saw me. I sprinted towards her, and past; out of the hospital and onto the streets. It was a busy night, cars filled the highway, and although late, people still roamed the streets. I looked into the sky. The full moon, amber orange in color, illuminated over the night time city, calling me into the heavens. My new desire to fly free overwhelmed me. Running to gain momentum, I unfolded my wings, the large feathers feeling wind beneath them for the first time. I took flight. Up I flew, past the headlights and streetlamps and into the jungle of high rises. I had to hurry, daylight lurked just below the horizon. I became unsure of where I was going, so I turned and headed back towards the hospital, hoping to see a sign, or the thing that... helped me. Suddenly, in rhythm with every wing beat, my eyes burned hotter and hotter, everything in my vision became a shade of blue. My heart pounded. Everything around me seemed to blend together, instinct told me to fly upwards, and avoid anything that I was in danger of flying into. Once at a safe height, I looked down upon the city. Near the far outskirts, a speck of red shined in the vast blue. I bet that was my way of finding that monster. I soared over many neighborhoods, the homes getting closer as I descended. So, I was going to kill him in his own house, I figured, as my vision returned to normal; his home in sight. I landed in Center Street. My legs were not ready for the sudden impact and I stumbled to regain my step. Restless dogs barked at me from behind fences. I looked around; making sure no one had seen me. Nope, good. His home was still and dark, except for one room whose light leaked out of a closed curtain. Just out of curiosity, I checked to see if his front door was unlocked, although very unlikely. To my surprise, it creaked open. All was dark, much darker than the outside. The fear of sneaking into some ones home got to me. I nervously crept into the living room, and looked for a door with light underneath. Found it! Just down the hall. I wanted to break it down, but it opened. I froze. There he was, staring at me in the darkness. Could he see me? I rushed him out of desperation; he backed into the corner, terror in his eyes. "I hate you, you ruined me," I growled, feet away from killing him. His face changed, he let out a laugh and stepped out of the corner. "I know who you are," he said grinning, "You're that bitch I fucked. What happened to you?" "I'm going to kill you," I cried, lunging at him, the blades on my forearms slashed into his shoulder and he jerked away. "What the hell are you? Did that damn demon make you do this?" He asked, gripping his serrated shoulder. "He's the one who told me to hurt you in the first place, you stupid bitch!" He yelled. I lunged at him again, this time, not missing his throat. He fell lifelessly to the floor, his body crippled in a pool of blood. There I stood; horns appeared on my shadow self. A cold hand on my shoulder. "I should have known you were a demon, you look like one," I said, turning around. His eyes still revealed nothing. "I'm not a demon," he whispered, "I'm Lucifer," and he held in his hand, a blue rose. Smiling, he handed it to me. I was speechless… The pedals floated to the ground when I touched it, so did my fur and feathers. My claws and wings disappeared into my flesh, and as the morning sun arose, all evil faded into the dawning light. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 70