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There was a storm coming. That’s what the weather update over the PA told them. It wasn’t anticipated at all by the organizers, but plans had to go forward; Connections didn’t want any more delays.
The Annebelle, An unassuming cargo ship, kept its course through the Gulf of Mexico. Its final destination was unknown, at least to the handful rank and file guards hired onboard the ship. Not that most of them had cared at the end of the day. The pay was good for what was essentially standing around for a week at sea. At least, that was Steven’s reason for accepting the contract.
Steven used to be in active duty, but an explosion and shrapnel to the chest cut his tour a bit short. It took him a couple years to get back to full physical health again, fortunately. But since coming back to the states he hadn’t gotten many great options. He’d taken the job through a contracting agency, and even if the details were a bit shady (“Who would even attack a gas transport ship?”) Steven wasn’t one to ask too many questions. Money was money.
He was, however, made aware of their guard. A family of three were also aboard the ship and their protection was top priority with their contractor. If you could really call it a family. Steven’s seen the family unit and it sort of looked, off. The two parents looked like they barely spoke to their kid at all, keeping her locked in her room while they took turns supervising her. They looked more like they were on jobs the way they were talking to people. Why were they even on this rig anyways, it’s a cargo boat. And the kid… something was real unsettling about her.
Steven had only seen the kid come out of her room maybe twice this whole job. Her deathly pale skin and discomforting stare spooked a lot of the crew members aboard the ship, and some of his fellow guards as well. Both times he’d seen her, she was unusually focused on him. It freaked him out to be quite honest, and he was in an actual artillery explosion. Each time girl would attempt small talk to him innocently enough, curious little one. When it was clear she wouldn't stop focusing on him until he answered, Steven had to swallow his unease and converse with her before one of her parents took her back into the room.
Today was no different, Steven had been waiting for his preprepped meal to finish in the microwave when the girl and her mother came into the mess hall to get their own accommodations. Immediately he felt unease fill the room and he moved himself out of their way. Opting to sit down at an adjacent table, he continued waiting for his meal to finish heating.
He took a glance at the mom as she busied herself seeing which provisions were for her family. Her daughter didn't much look like her at all, if he was honest. But then again, it really wasn't his business. Feeling a sharp pain in his head all of a sudden, Steven's eyes screwed shut and he tried to massage his temples to dial down the throbbing. When he opened them back up, the girl was right in front of him. Her black shirt and skirt still neatly pressed, unlike her mother's more distressed hurried state of attire. Her eyes were still like looking at a void, her skin still as pale as it was yesterday.
"Why are you so big, Mister." She said looking up at him. It wasn't so much a question as a musing. Steven dryly looked at both of his arms, not noticing she was doing the same. Sighing, he deciding to humor her.
"Trained in the military, comes with the work." He said. Steven had his arms flex to emphasize the point, and this time he did notice her eyes widen a bit.
"But you're BIG big..." She drolled on.
"I drank a lot of milk, kid." He said simply. He tried to ignore the feeling in the back of his head that happens when she kept staring at him.
"Milk is what mommies give to their babies." She said back to him dully, he could've sworn he heard an inflection there.
"That a fact?" He said.
"Hope you're still not sucking on yours still." She sniped back, smirking.
That was a turn. Steven barely held in the urge to spit out from that response.
What the hell was that.
"The hell are they teaching you to say in school, little lady." Steven managed to chuckled out, despite himself. The audacity of it lessened the unease in him just enough for him to tussle her hair on reflex, like he always did with his nephews back when they were younger. He didn’t catch himself in time, he could feel a spike of intensity from the feeling in the back of his mind before the kid quietly took her a hand to her head.
She wasn't staring at him like some sort of possessed doll anymore. As she blinked and looked back at him, he couldn't really explain it but it was sort of like a little glint of light entered her eyes since the first time he's seen her. She giggled softly to herself, finally looking down. It still unnerved him, that little laugh, but it was the most emotion he'd seen out of her his whole time here. Just as she was about to make another remark, her mother appeared behind her with boxed of food in hand.
"Come on Eveline, we have to go back inside the cabin." She said hurriedly, tugging at the little girl's arm. She looked irritated at some sort of device on the wrist of her other arm. Nothing Steven's ever seen before. The pale girl was not amused in any case.
"But Mama-" The adult woman interrupted her
"Sorry for her bothering you, sir," she hastily said to Steven, "we'll be leaving." She dragged the pale girl with her down the hall, and the little girl would look back at him before continuing forward.
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Since the family unit had left, Steven finally dug into his meal as he ruminated on his thoughts after the family unit left the mess hall when one of the guards sat down next to him at the table with a similar looking plate of food. The meals were far from gourmet, but Steven’s yet to find someone that can fuck up a lasagna.
“So you hear what Stafford found out?” the guard said to him, taking a mouthful of food. Steven shook his head, he would really rather not talk to anyone if he could help it.
“So you’re in the same rung as us right? They don’t give us much detail on what we’re doing beyond being here armed and ready. It’s weird right?”
“It’s crossed my mind, but I’m only here for the pay.” Steven took a measured bite of his food, pretty sure the guard was gonna keep talking.
“Well get this, Stafford overheard that family we’ve been traveling with. Apparently they’re harboring some real nasty shit.”
“Ugh, come on. I really don’t need to deal with this.” He said, a little white lie to save himself the trouble. The guard was itching to gossip anyways.
“No, really. He kept hearing them say things about serums and experiment statuses through the door of their cabin on his shift.”
“The hell do you mean experiment status?” The guard snapped his fingers back at Steven.
“I don’t know! Stafford thinks it’s the reason he’s been having those weird dreams he’s gotten since we got on the ship. Like maybe the family’s been putting shit in the water or something. He said this morning he coughed out black goo in the sink.”
“That’s because Stafford keeps eating his shit in one of the leaking engine rooms. I don’t wanna hear anymore.” Steven said, going back to his meal.
“Okay, fine. Geez, don't gotta be a hardass about this. That fucking family though, I still don’t know why they’re here. The boat crew isn’t even telling us shit either. It’s creepy. Especially the little chiquita. Never seen anything paler.” his fellow guard scoffed.
“It’s annoying, but it is what it is. Even if I don't like it either." Steven looked past the other guard to spot the somewhat disheveled young woman down the hall a straight shot from his line of sight, the girl's supposed mother, talking with the man next to her, the girl stood impatient before turning to look at him. He couldn't make out what her expression could have been, but they maintained eye contact. Even from this far a distance, Steven vaguely felt the hairs on his neck stand a little bit on their own as she kept looking right at him. The other guard noticed him spacing out and he turned in his chair to take a look himself. The sound of him scrapping the floor alerted the two adults to their presence and they both quickly got themselves into the door, the little girl dragged with them. She was still staring at them even till the door closed.
"Creeps the fuck out of me." He said, taking another bite of food. He waggles his fork in the direction of the door. "That white chica though? Even if she's fucked in the head, I'd like to get a piece of her. Why she agree to go on a dirty boat with everyone here's beyond me, man."
"After a while I think I just get used to having questions be questions. We got another couple days, then we get our payout.”
A sudden jerk of the boat startled the two guards. Steven quickly grabbed the two falling plates of food while the other guard fell to the floor. It took a bit before the ship steadied itself.
“This fucking storm… why do they sail these things through the gulf, it’s a deathtrap.” The guard complained before scarfing down the last of his food. “Thanks for the save though.”
As the other guard left him alone, Steven caught himself unwillingly mulling over what he just learned. Experimentation huh? If those two adults were doing some kind of experiment, what does the kid have to do with it. Were they experimenting on the kid? Is that why they needed guards?
Steven really didn’t want to keep thinking about it, so he finished his meal and headed back to his room, it wouldn’t be his guard shift for another couple hours. His room was not glamorous, it was barely even livable, but it was enough. A single full bed and one closet for clothing and personal effects, which wasn't that much worse than his apartment back in the States after he spent weeks living at his brother's house. His bathroom was barely bigger than the closet, with only a mirror, sink, and a toilet. He looked at his reflection on the wall, the bags were getting a bit darker under his eyes and a small stubble is reappearing. Steven supposed he’d been slacking in his shaving lately.
Taking off his work garb, he dressed down and laid on his bed and tried to get comfortable. As comfortable as he could be, at least. The lulling back and forth of the ship was normally enough for Steven to lull into a rough nap on hist bed before work, but he hadn’t felt sleep take him as the storm was about to reach an apex. The rocking was just a bit too harsh for him to feel comfortable.
For the past hour he shuffled uncomfortably waiting to make himself pass out. The boredom given by the passage of time ironically doing better to keep him awake than not. He could feel the back of his eyelids ache as they tried and failed to get him to sleep. The dull ache started to grow steady, spreading to his head as he started feeling something grab into him again.
Suddenly, he felt a weight on his body. His eyes snapped open and he immediately propped himself up on his bed. The little girl clad in a simple grey blouse now was on top of him, his blanket thrown to the side of the bed. She took her lithe hand and parted her matted flowing black hair from her face, revealing sharp light teal eyes staring at him. Her gaze verging on the point of manic, like some kind of predator looking at an imminent kill.
“Hi there…” she greeted. Steven shifted his gaze away from her and looked at the door, he could’ve sworn he locked it. A small stain of black was visible where the door’s lock was. What was that… He turned back to look at the girl, who still stared at him, smiling. It was her, the one traveling with her parents. He supposed it could be the trick of the light, but her skin was... much more sickly than it was hours ago. Almost ashen.
“Uh...hi kid?” He tried to sit up in his bed to try and move her off of him, but found he couldn’t if he tried. Maybe he was just more tired than he thought. The little girl giggled at his struggle, tracing lines on his solid chest with her finger in a teasing manner. She let herself lay on top of him, splaying her full body over his torso. Steven had to hazard a guess that her full height wouldn’t even reach the middle of his chest.
“Mister… what have you been up to…” Steven glanced between the girl and her finger on his chest, still utterly perplexed. Unable to move his body all of a sudden, he felt it again. The aching in his head. He tried to regain some composure.
“Look... little lady, I'm not sure if your mom let you out for a bathroom break or something, but you’re not supposed to enter a stranger’s room like this for fun.”
“But you’re not a stranger, Mr. Steven… you were real good to me.” She continued giggling. Steven’s eyes widened slightly. How did she…
“You treated me better than the others. Than the scientists… than my 'mommy'... than my ‘daddy’… So I decided that you should be my new daddy.”
“Scientists...what are you.” It hit Steven immediately. Shit. That 'family' really was hiding some secret bio-experiments. They were testing on a girl this young? And the black goop on his door, was that the same thing that happened Stafford?
What the fuck is up with this job.
"Listen, I don’t know what they did to you, but just listen to me. Just help me up and I can help you out till this blows over right? We only got a few days left.”
“Hmm. Hmm hmm, you really do care about me. I told her you did, you can give me what they won’t. It’s why I left her with those people, I wanted my own family with you, Daddy.” The girl swiftly backed up from him, nudging her little ass right onto his crotch. The fact that Steven had dressed down to his boxers for his failed nap made him feel the girl’s lower body a whole lot more than he would like.
“What are you doing kid?!” he panicked. The little girl responded by rubbing her soft bottom onto him even harder.
“It’s mean to call your little girl like that Daddy, my name’s Eveline…” she pouted, continuing to rub herself on him through his boxers. Steven’s hearing was somehow honing in on the light panting she was doing, drowning out the louder creaking of the ship. He found himself involuntarily drawn to her lips and suddenly thinking about grabbing her tiny waist to rub into him harder. It was as if his head was just suddenly filled with ideas to defile her when there wasn’t any in the first place.
“What have… you done to my head…” Steven gasped, trying to control his tone. Eveline brightened up at his observation. Her daddy was observant, it usually took a lot longer for people to figure out she had contaminated them. She leapt herself further up Steven’s chest as she hugged against his neck to take in his scent.
“Don’t worry Daddy, it’s not so bad. Since I’m away from my other half, my power won’t hurt you so much. I don’t think I can do much more how I am besides suggesting things to you like not getting up, or looking at me like the only thing you want in the world…” she whispered to him. Steven snapped his eyes shut as she began licking his neck, trying to take a nibble at his adam’s apple. The little fucking minx, messing with a grown man’s body like this. But he couldn’t do anything, his body still felt heavy like lead, and the number of obscene thoughts filling his head brought the blood pressure down to his lower region, fully mast in his boxers.
“What do you mean,” Steven started, struggling through his unwanted, increasing arousal, “what do you mean other half.” It took a few moments for Eveline to stop kissing down to the man’s collarbone before she answered him, eyes half-lidded and voice a tone higher than it was earlier.
“Only a part of me wanted to do this, the other part of me wants to make the stupid family thing work with those two, so we decided to split. She got to keep most of what was inside me, but I don’t need them. I just need you Daddy. Oh. Looks like you love me down there too, mmm…” She finally lifted herself up from Steve’s chest, only to sit atop his naval as she begun to feel through his boxers. As she gripped his length with her little hands to free it from their constraints she gasped out as it flopped onto her dress. The heat radiating off it felt warm even through her clothes, and the size of it reached up past her naval.
She giddily took the throbbing member in her grasp and began stroking him with both hands. “I’m gonna make you feel good, Daddy. I saw a scientist do this at his work station when he thought I was asleep in the tank.” She lifted up her dress and began to rub the base of Steve’s cock with her covered pussy as she pumped the shaft as best she could. Steve could see the faintest of pink bloom in the deathly pale grayness of the back of her neck.
The man was halfway disgusted with himself and what was happening, but the encroaching desire to escalate this all the way was slowly taking over his mind. He doesn’t know what the fuck is happening with this child, but he can feel himself mentally shutting down. It was like something was actively worming into his brain to shut off anything that didn’t apply to loving this girl and making her his.
It was when she slid her body down his chest again to put her little mouth on the head of his cock and suckled on it like she was drinking through a straw, with her soaked privates right in front of his face, that he lost control. Evidently this was what she wanted, as her hold on his body ceased and allowed the movement of his arms.
Immediately he took a nice firm grip on Eveline’s little ass and took her into his mouth. He began his teeth and licking at her little stone-solid nub through the moist panties like he was having his first morsel of food in ages. Eveline moaned aloud onto his cock and gripped onto his leg for support as Steven ate her out.
If she alerted anyone with her noises, they were taking their sweet time to see what the ruckus was. Steven took the opportunity to place his other hand on Eveline’s head to push her down further on his dick. Even when gagging at the effort, Eveline gladly took more of him into her throat, but it was still too big for her. She only managed to get down two or three inches before it hit the back of her throat.
Steven kneaded her bare ass under her dress as he continued to ravage her insides with his mouth. Her little moans vibrated into his cock, causing him to pump into her mouth on instinct. It wouldn’t be long before his efforts paid off with her as she let out a muffled screech, her body arching harder into his chest as her pussy dampened into his mouth. He found himself sucking her pussy discharge up like a man at an oasis.
Suddenly, Eveline slid herself out of his grasp, shaking her wet pussy at him as she crawled towards his legs and turned herself around. Her recent orgasm still reeling her in, her sultry, panting face added to her charm as she smirked at Steven again.
“Daddy was soooo good to me… but you didn’t get to have your fun like I did. I’m a bad girl… but let me make it up to you.” Eveline pulled her dress over her head and flung it to the side. Her tiny body in full display, her flat chest and perky little dark nipples hit the cold air. Her near gray skin shone with sweat in what little light the room had to offer. She gripped Steven’s throbbing member, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, and rubbed it onto her front as she began gyrating her still covered pussy on his shaft.
Steven couldn’t control his own groans as she began to apply her movement. He was almost lost in this hellish bliss until he cracked his eyes open to see her lifting herself onto his cock, her panties stretched aside for easier entry. As Eveline threatened him with full vaginal, Steven somehow trudged out the last remnants of his self control and his moral fiber.
“Please...ki...Eveline. You don’t need to do this. I’ll… I’ll overlook this, I just wanted to make sure you’re safe.” A hard grind was the answer he was given. The shlick of her pussy met with Steven’s precum as his cock was near ready to burst. Eveline ignored Steven entirely and began to take her pussy to the limits.
She lowered herself into the first two inches of her daddy’s cock, and immediately she could feel the inside of her body molding onto his cock. The inside of her snatch was inhumanly tight like a vicegrip of flesh. The foreplay beforehand already worn him down, but even the entrance of her pussy threatened to make him come immediately. As Eveline aggressively humped herself down his shaft, she managed to get more inches in every minute while Steven felt her hold on his body again. She moved obsessively against her daddy’s body, making him want to feel good so much that she was losing herself in the process.
Once she finally lodged his cock fully into her body, her trim stomach deformed to accommodate, and the girl started lightly sweating out a sort of black liquid around her. Her eyes turned into a shade of gold as she stared at the older man in her clutches, a predatory look in her gaze. As she slowly moved her pussy up and down on his member, the shape of it bulging inside of her belly was in full display for Steven to see. The sight of it was slowly driving the man down into insanity.
“Am I a good girl, Daddy… I’m doing so much to make you good. Sooooo good…” Eveline licked her lips and had her body flop forward onto his chest again, intent in stealing a kiss from Steven’s lips. Her single minded focus had her lapse her control over his body and Steven immediately tried to stop her, holding back her mouth with his thumb straight on her tongue his hand gripping her ass again to stop her from getting closer. Her pearly white teeth bared sharper canines than he'd think a little girl like her would have.
This however had a much more opposite effect on the little girl. Her eyes darkened as she closed her lips around his thumb and began sucking onto it lavicously, her slurping sounds more pronounced before she slapped him on the chest, causing him to release her once again, completely immobile. She took his thumb out of her mouth with a pop, and licked his hand to her pleasure. She slapped his chest again and a migraine suddenly hit Steven’s head, clearing his head from pleasure as the pain took over.
Eveline took Steven’s chin in her hands and grazed her teeth onto his cheek and neck, savoring the fear-induced sweat cause by the agony she was causing him. She looked at him directly in the eyes as he struggled to see clearly.
“I don’t think you know who’s in charge here Daddy. I love you so much, but if you keep trying to stop me I might do something really bad…” She gave his cock a little warning hump before continuing, “maybe I need to make Daddy want me more, so much more on my own… I think that can work.” She pulled Steven’s head close to her, foreheads touching. Her intense glare into his eyes magnified the pain in his skull as Steven screamed in agony and blackish blood started bleeding from his nose. Eveline started to grin, a feeling of power taking over her as he writhed under her, completely unable to move outside of struggling. Even in her diminished state she could do this. As she ground onto the struggling man she felt something in her come up again like when he ate her out.
“When I let you go, you’re gonna love me as hard as you can. Love me like I always wanted Daddy!” She shouted as she let go of his head. Overwhelmed by the command, his mind was blank. He roughly sat up and gripped her entire body with his arms, his muscles flexing so hard that his veins faintly swelled. The pressure of his strong arms around her made the girl unconsciously gush more onto his fully buried dick before he began to move on his own.
As the intense pain slowly started to subside, he pumped into the girl in his arms roughly and rapidly. Eveline was nearly unprepared for the sudden savagery of her new “daddy”, but reveled in how strong and firm he felt against her, her insides ravaged by his massive cock. She gripped onto his back as best she could, her little talon-like nails tried in vain to scratch and grip onto his calloused skin.
Steven gripped her hair to take her face out of the crook of his neck and slammed her mouth onto his, kissing her harshly before forcing his tongue into her mouth. Overwhelmed by the sensation of being out of control just as she had grasped it, Eveline moaned into his mouth like a feral animal, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as she ceded control to her daddy.
For the next several minutes this continued; the larger imposing man, lost in his lust, continued to use Eveline as a sleeve much to her pleasure. At this point Eveline gave up trying to gain purchase onto his back, letting him seize her body as he continued to pump into her. As she reached a third climax in his arms, he made out with her and suckled her neck to the point of bruising.
Suddenly though, he yanked her off of him and shoved her back onto his bed. Dazed, Eveline looked up to her daddy, as he settled up against her on his knees, his wet, turgent cock slapping onto her abused wilting flower.
“My babygirl…” Steven muttered, a hint of sincerity in his voice as his previous morals apparently left him. Eveline felt her heart burst as her daddy finally accepted her. He rubbed his moist member all over her core, like he was trying to mark her before he began to take hold of her. His cock was even bigger than before.
A manic grin graced Eveline’s face as she anticipated him gripping her hips so hard his nails left marks. Guiding his cock back into her, he slammed into her cervix once more. Her body was fully trained onto his shape by this point, entirely by her design. Every single thrust was both torturous and pleasurable to them to the point of madness. Eveline’s grin turned into a wince as she gritted her teeth to each one of his rams into the opening of her little womb.
Her pussy ran hot, burning hot. It almost scalded him how hot she felt on his dick. He adored how she weakly bucked into him, trying futility to match his beastly thrusting. He couldn’t get enough of her little mouth, how the agonized moans and trembling screams reverberated into his mouth. He really couldn’t give a fuck anymore about what was happening. His job, whatever her deal is with those experiments, whoever the hell her parents were. The only thing that mattered in his mind was Eveline. It was what she wanted.
Their panting matched in tandem, his deeper groans mixing with hers was like music to her ears. His hips continued bashing into her as he bent forward, gripping her head in his larger hands as he began kissing her again. Eveline’s back arched into him, savoring every bit of contact they had with each other’s skin as he dominated her mouth once again. Her little pussy gushing out a never ending stream of darkened discharge as she came again and again.
He was at his absolute limit until now, but when when Eveline’s cunt squeezed onto him harder than anything he had felt before he finally released. His cock slammed fully into her, his cum shot right into her little womb, filling her up so much her thin stomach had slightly bloated as it was filled to the brim with seed and dick. She matched his climax with her own in ferocity as she violently squirted onto his abs.
As Steven slowed down his thrusting, riding out his intense orgasm, he looked at the near comatose little girl below him, blissed out beyond comprehension. Her mouth opened showing her slightly crooked teeth, her little freckles peeking out from under her messy black hair. Her intense eyes, once predatory and disarming, now hazed and unfocused as her lower body continued to twitch through the ripples he left in her.
No other thoughts occupied in his mind but sleep, he carefully picked up Eveline into his arms and fell back onto the damp pillow. As he brushed her hair and patted her head, the exhausted little girl snuggled into his bare chest. A spark of something like fondness swelled inside him before exhaustion took over and they both went to sleep.
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Steven was awakened by the blaring sound of the ship’s alarm system. His eyes slowly opened to darkness, a pulsing wave of red light peeking out of the door ajar. The boat was more uneven than usual, the storm seemed like it was becoming out of control. As he slowly lift himself up, he felt something on his body. He looked down to see Eveline smiling up at him. She was back in her white dress, her matted, messy hair barely covering her dark-rimmed eyes, smug and unblinking.
It rushed back into him what he had done to her before he slept and went on the verge of freaking out. However, with the alarm blaring, he knew in the back of his mind he had to get ready.
“Eveline, we have to get out of here.” He tried to move Eveline by the shoulders, but she wouldn’t budge. She simply got right up into his face and pouted.
“Kiss me first, Daddy.”
“We don’t have!-… fine.” He didn’t have time to argue with the girl, especially when she had some sort of hold over him now. He had to swallow his reservations and make sure they both made it out of here alive. He closed the space between them and planted a kiss on her lips, which she reciprocated with pushing her tongue against his lips to initiate something more intimate.
However, he was steadfast in not letting her get her way, he gripped a bit of her hair to pull her off of him, before scooping her up from under her with her free hand. He gave a lustful kiss on Eveline’s neck, causing her to gasp in delight and she tried to grab her shoulders. He growled into her neck, causing her to shiver.
“You’ll have your fun when we get out of here,” He let go of her on his bed as he tried to get into his guard fatigues. Eveline sat there with a dreamy expression on her face as she stared at the body of her new man. When Steven was preoccupied, a shadow had appeared in front of the crack of the door, blocking the light of the red alarm system outside.
Eveline took immediate notice and stared intently at the being at the door, only to see herself, much more ragged, much more riddled with blood and black mold.
The other her shifted her gaze at Steve’s back, lingering onto him before staring back at herself. Eveline gave herself a manic smile and nodded her head. The other her matched her expression and moved away from the door, two larger figures following her. They both understood that Steven was hers now. It was now time for the other Eveline to get her prize.
Soon after, Steven was in his full gear as Eveline followed closely behind. From Steven’s point of view, the girl was distressingly unfazed by the whole thing. There were creatures lurking the halls, giant man-shaped monsters, covered in the black slime that was on his door.
Having shot through a couple of these mutated freaks had him realize eventually that they used to be human. Whatever parts the mold didn’t absorb, fingers, ears, sometimes even eyeballs, would splatter against the face guard he grabbed from a dead crewman they had passed from a previous corridor.
Steven had been hyper-focused on finding the lifeboats to get them out of the boat as soon as possible. The storm was dangerous, but he liked their chances out at sea than he did in this godforsaken place right now. So hyper-focused in fact, that he did not notice that Eveline’s calm, even mirthful demeanor, had effectively allowed a majority of the monsters to pass them over despite a few stragglers Steven had to gun down. On some level, the Molded knew she was still Eveline, and thus avoided her by instinct.
The alarms would soon go dark, this wasn’t good. The light going out meant that something flooded into the generator room. Equipped with only a headlight, Steven navigated the halls only vaguely aware that he was nearing the back of the ship. As the ship began to list even more unstable, he resorted to carrying Eveline on his shoulder with his pistol in his other hand.
In the back of his mind, he wondered if the monsters he put down was anyone he knew from the job post. He hoped Stafford died before any of this escalated, the poor fucking bastard. But was he infected too? He had half a mind to believe Eveline was behind all this, but she’s been here with him Could it be her other half or whatever the shit? Her sister? One little girl couldn’t possibly be responsible for this level of destruction all by herself.
As the ship’s echoing moans got more and more violent, Steven realized that it was finally at the beginning of capsizing as the ocean waves began ripping apart its hulls. With one last push he ran through the final hallway and bashed the door open with his shoulder, breaking out onto the wet deck. The gulf storm was loud, rain was everywhere, and waves had been reaching above the height of the ship with ease as water in massive quantities lifted up onto the deck.
Believing he passed the worse of it, he threw his gun down to the deck and carried Eveline with both arms as he made his way to the side of the ship with the lifeboats. Her pleased expression was giving no help in the matter. Steven began inspecting the ropes/ The storm had ruined the lining of the rusted ship’s outdated pulley system and several lifeboats had already been deployed. Whether or not anyone was in them was anyone’s guess but Steven's.
He hastily got in one of the remaining lifeboats with Eveline, but just as he began to strap Eveline in another mutated creature emerged from above the ship's roof to attack them. A molded seagull with serrated teeth tried to attack the both of them with its gnarled beak, catching Eveline by surprise. Steven quickly grabbed his knife and managed to keep the mutated bird thing at bay, which rewarded him with several bites on his arms before the storm kicked off even harder, its winds surging suddenly to blow the monster out from the area and deactivating the rope pulley, plunging them into the violent ocean.
Steven lost his footing on the lifeboat as the lifeboat fell into the water and as it made a massive splash, his body lost balanced and smashed his head onto the lifeboat’s metal rim with a audible crack, knocking him unconscious in front of Eveline. That wasn't supposed to happen.
For one brief moment, fear began to flash in Eveline’s eyes as she saw the open gash on Steven’s head. But it quickly went away for one of fierce determination as she gripped onto his chest and used whatever remaining power left within her to shield their boat in a web of mold. Daddy will be better when she's done with him, there's no way he won't.
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On a beach far from any storm, it was a bright and merry day. An absolutely hideous circumstance for the young girl squinting through sunglasses. Her attire was distinctly unbeach-like, a jet black blouse and swim shorts with white accents, a gift from her father to wear back during last year’s summer camp.
Cool under the shade of her equally dark parasol, she grimaced at the prospect of having a fun time at the beach with her family. Her brother was busy making a sand castle with her uncle, both of them occupied making a surprisingly detailed guillotine scene outside the castle proper. Her cousin was busy getting snacks, being chased by an aggressive seagull in the process. Her parents were lounging at their beach chairs, sickeningly loving towards each other as usual.
Her only real companion in this endeavor was the little disembodied hand that sat atop of her sunhat. At least he never betrayed her by enjoying this sunlit paradise. The hand tapped the rim of her hat three times before pointing off in the distance.
“What is it, Thing? Have you found us buried corpses?” The young girl strode towards the direction the hand was pointing. On her way she inadvertently kicked a twig into the guillotine scene, accidentally impaling the wet sand effigy of Jacques Thouret before he could be beheaded. Her brother was mildly annoyed while her uncle cracked a large grin.
“Way to change history for us, Wednesday. Now we can get him twice over!” the bald uncle shouted. Wednesday didn’t pay him any mind and she continued towards the water. Ankle-deep, she silently waited to see what Thing was pointing towards before she could see a small little lifeboat drifting into view. Surprised, Wednesday looked on, waiting a whole fifteen minutes before it moored itself on the sand.
Wednesday walked towards the boat and peered inside it, finding a massive sheet of black fungus coating the entire inside of the small vessel. Wednesday’s eyes perked in interest. Closing her parasol, she poked the wicked membrane with the end of it, before twirling it to catch the fungus canopy.
What beheld her underneath was a rugged man in ruined fatigues underneath a pale girl who looked around her age range. Her blouse was tattered to shreds to the point she was arguably topless. Both of them were not moving, and the man was very much sunburned (the girl on him was still a deathly pale). But they were both still breathing she realized. Wednesday frowned at the sight.
“How pitiful… they’re still alive.”