Sep 16th, 2005, 03:54 PM
Kristen had been on some odd dates before, but this one took the cake.
That was the price she accepted for using that voice-mail dating service
she'd seen advertised during Oprah.
She'd talked to some real losers, and had gone out with the few that
seemed, at the very least, normal. Wil turned out not to be normal at
all, though.
Sure, he looked nice enough in the suit, but the hair had to go, being
long and black and just not taken care of very well. His beard and
mustache were unkempt as well. There were just some things you couldn't
tell about someone over the phone, though. Kristen had decided to do the
dinner and movie thing, and then double lock her door and call the police
if he didn't drive away within thirty seconds.
The dinner had turned out to be seafood, and expensive seafood at that.
Instead of a movie, though, Wil had wanted to go see some book on
exhibition at a local museum.
Kristen had gotten a chill when she looked at the book, standing next to
him. Wil had gazed at the book longingly, as though, for a moment, he had
forgotten Kristen.
"What... what is it?" she had asked, feeling oddly cold.
"The Deus ex Lexicon," he had replied, his eyes almost glowing. "The God
in the Book. Archaeologists have only just located it at a site that used
to be completely underwater, millions of years ago. It's thought to be a
companion to the Necronomicon, the Book of the Dead."
"Uh... right," Kristen had replied. She was amazed at all the security
around the place... it wasn't as if there were jewels here, or anything!
Still, she was glad enough to leave.
Wil couldn't stop talking about the creepy book, though.
"The Necronomicon," he said, "contained what were supposedly spells and
incantations for summoning beings of great power. It detailed the worlds
beyond, how to reach them and control them. It was pretty good, for a
start."
"Uh... right," said Kristen. They were in the parking lot now, and a
light fog was coming in from the ocean. Not entirely unseasonable for New
England, but it added to the chill in her.
"However, now, the Deus ex Lexicon," Wil continued, "supposedly describes
the procedures for becoming a being of great power. The spells, the
incantations, the lot. It's very powerful," he said, as they reached his
black car.
"Supposedly," corrected Kristen, as she sat down.
"Hmmm? Oh, yes, right, it's SUPPOSEDLY very powerful," Wil said. He
patted his pocket, and looked worried. "Uh-oh. My glasses. Can't drive
without them. I must have left them inside. Why don't you wait here?
I'll just dash back and get them."
Kristen looked around the desolate parking lot, in the dark, with the fog
rolling in. "All right," she said. "Be careful."
"Oh, I will," said Wil, as he dashed off. Kristen rolled up the window,
shut the door, and locked it. She kept her eyes wide open, looking
around. These doors weren't unlocking for ANYTHING until Wil got back.
Maybe even after that. He was getting kind of spooky...
Minutes later, Wil returned, throwing something in the back seat as he
hurried into the car. He was wearing his glasses.
"Much better," he said, as he started the car. They moved off very fast,
much faster than he'd been driving all night.
"Whoa!" said Kristen. "What's the hurry?"
"Oh, nothing much, really..." he said, as they pulled several sharp
turns. "It's just that...well, you said you had to get home kind of
early, so you could work tomorrow."
"Right," said Kristen, glad she'd thrown that into the plans at the
beginning of the evening.
"Well, if it's all right with you, I'd like to show you my favorite spot.
It'll just take a second... it's along the beach. It would mean a lot to
me..." He left it hanging, a plea.
Kristen bit her lip. Just great. A nice deserted spot of beach... in
the dark, with a fog. Sounded to her like a recipe for date-rape. But,
she had had a lot of karate in the past two years, and Wil just didn't
look all that tough. Plus which, she didn't want to be accusing of him
and all... he was a nice enough guy, just a little spooky and greasy.
"All right," she said, "but only for a minute or two. I need to get to
the office early tomorrow."
"Great!" he said. Kristen studied his face carefully, and decided she
was probably safe. He hadn't had the face of a man who was glad he was
about to get laid. He had the face of a man who was glad to be sharing
something... special. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, thought
Kristen.
* * *
The beach spot was, indeed, desolate. It sat on the side of the
interstate and looked out on dark ocean. With the fog, and the clouds,
and all, it looked almost like the sands themselves were black, but
Kristen knew that was just a trick of the lack of light. She hoped.
It was scenic though, she had to admit. The tall, craggy rocks that
surrounded the little beach were magnificent things, and the ocean coming
into the beach had it's usual soothing effect on her. It smelled to
high-heaven of dead fish, though.
Wil took in a deep breath. "Bracing, isn't it?" he said. Kristen could
only nod, trying not to choke. They got out of the car, and walked
towards the beach, when Wil turned around, and kicked the sand.
"Jeez, of all the luck! A flat tire!" he said, heading back towards the
car. Kristen tensed... was this his ploy to get her in a compromising
position, say, bending over the trunk, or lying on the ground to see where
the jack went? She braced for any suggestion he had, ready to run for the
road. Instead, Wil opened his trunk.
"I thought it was handling kind of funny that last mile or so. This'll
take me a few minutes... sorry, Kristen. Don't wander too far away while
I change this, though... wouldn't want you to get into any danger or
anything."
As she watched, astonished, he pulled out a jack, a tire-iron, and a
spare, and began to change his tire! If this were a ruse to put her off
her guard, it was a damn tiring and elaborate one.
"I'll just be by the rocks, then," she said. Wil only nodded as he
rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Kristen wandered closer to the water, rounding a rock and going out of
sight of the car. She breathed a sigh of relief, not too deep, because it
still stank like dead fish. She decided that Wil wasn't such a bad guy...
just an unlucky one, and kind of a book geek. Still, she'd keep trying
the date-line, see if maybe one of the guys from the ad on Oprah was
actually available...
She reached that conclusion just before the monster grabbed her. The
monster was ten feet tall, had tentacles arranged on it's body in ways
that Kristen's mind could not comprehend, and it smelled like dead fish.
It's huge fish-eyes focused on her, and it's hairy body moved on her as
it's tentacles grabbed her around the waist and arms. The very appearance
of the thing, the way it defied her mind to piece together what it
actually looked like, brought her senses to a crashing halt. She passed
out, not only from the sight of the thing, the fear, and the smell of it,
but as a defense against having to try to figure out what it was.
* * *
Kristen awoke flat on her back, unable to move. Whatever she was lying
on, it was an irregular, hard surface, and it had sharp points that poked
painfully into her back and buttocks. She opened her eyes and saw that
she was tied down spread-eagled on one of the rocks... one that had looked
surprisingly like a table. Wil was watching her intently.
"Wil! That thing! What.. what's happening?"
Wil stood and smiled. He lifted a black book off of the rock she was
tied to. "The Necronomicon," he said, his smile becoming cruel. "It's
told me how to summon beings of power, such as the Shoggoth that caught
and bound you."
"The what? Wil, what's going on? Get me off of this fucking rock, now!"
Wil shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "I can't do that,
Kristen." He lifted a second book. "The Deus ex Lexicon. I stole it
from the museum when I went back for my glasses. It tells me that I need
you. I thought I might."
Kristen's senses reeled, but she laid her head back as best she could and
took stock of some facts. That book, the Deus ex Lexicon, had been under
some pretty heavy guard. If Wil had stolen it, that meant that he had
some more stuff up his sleeve than she had thought. And, well, that HAD
been a goddam monster that had grabbed her. Things beyond her ability to
comprehend were happening, and they scared her. A lot.
"What do you need me for, Wil? What's happening?
He moved to stand beside her, and he stroked her hair. She tried to pull
her head away from his hand, but he only moved his hand to follow.
"I'm going to become a god, Kristen. Like the Lexicon says. My mind,
soul, and life-force in an indestructible, immortal body of unimaginable
power. I will provide the mind and soul, and I will summon the creature
that will provide the body. But they are going to be put together... in
your womb, Kristen."
Karen pulled hard at the ropes on her wrists and ankles.. they felt
somewhat slimy, but they were very strong and very tight. She couldn't
budge. And before, she'd just been worried about a date-rape! This was
something else entirely!
"Wil, this is crazy," she said, as she struggled. "This book stuff...
it's all make-believe! It doesn't really happen! That's all in the
movies, and stuff! You've got to believe me! It isn't going to happen!"
Wil chuckled. "Kristen, you SAW the Shoggoth I summoned to bind you.
Shall I summon him again?"
"NO!" said Kristen. "No, please, not that thing..."
"Then you DO believe that this 'book stuff' is real," said Wil. "You
have no choice. You've seen it with your own eyes."
Kristen pulled harder at the bonds. "But... but Wil, don't you need...
need... a virgin, for this sort of thing? I'm not, I swear to God, Wil.
I'm not a virgin!"
Wil shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It's not like you're going to be a
sacrifice, or anything. You're just a vessel, Kristen. A mixing bowl.
If I need a virgin to finish the mix, I'll be able to collect one myself,
once I've got my new body."
Kristen struggled harder and harder. She looked at her ropes, and
realized they were some sort of seaweed, that was growing directly out of
the rock. Reality was taking a holiday, she realized, and it hadn't
brought her along. The terror began to set in.
"God, please, Wil, don't do this... I'm too young for this... I want to
live, Wil! Please, let me live!"
Will shrugged once more. "Sorry, Kristen. There will be police and
things before too long, because I had to kill some people to take the
book. I don't have time to find another vessel. In fact, I don't have
time to talk to you any more. It's time I began."
"NO! No, PLEASE!" she screamed. "HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!"
Wil ignored her. She realized they were far too far from anything
civilized for anyone to hear her. Anyone that would help her, that was...
Wil lifted the first book, the Necronomicon, and stood at the shore, the
water lapping up around his ankles, submerging his dress shoes. He began
to speak in words Kristen couldn't understand, reciting things in a
sing-song voice. Somehow, he made the nonsense sound... evil.
Wil's voice rose to a fever pitch. "IA IA! CTHULU FTAGN! IA IA!
CTHULU FTAGN!" he called into the waves.
The waves answered him. A massive shape rose from the waters... nothing
Kristen could recognize. It was just a huge, dark shadow blotting out the
fog-gray sky. And then, it opened an eye the size of a Volkswagen, and
Kristen passed out once more.
* * *
Kristen awoke to the feel of something cold against her stomach. She
opened her eyes to see Wil cutting off her knit top with a long, sharp
knife.
"What... what's happening?" she asked, slowly becoming aware. Wil barely
looked up at her.
"We've struck a deal," he said, as he finished slicing open the front of
her sweater. He opened it wide, revealing her taught stomach and her firm
breasts in the lace bra she wore for dates.
"Wil, don't do this! Please!" her eyes scanned the horizon, but she
could see no sign of the great shape from the waves. "Wil, what will
happen?"
"First," said Wil, as he started to slice open her skirt, "The great old
one will prepare me, bring my essences into one place, for the
implantation. Then, I will take you, on this rock, placing my seed within
you."
He sliced from the bottom hem of her skirt to her waistband, and opened
it, revealing her panty-hose. He slipped his cold fingers into the
elastic waistband of these, and began slicing down her leg.
"And.. and then?" she asked, tensing, shivering as she was stripped.
"Then He shall implant His seed into you. It won't kill you, but you
will wish it would."
Karen shuddered, tears pouring out her eyes. "Wil, please, don't do
this! It's worse than rape, Wil! Please, just rape me! Just take me,
and let me go! I won't fight, Wil, just... just rape me!"
Wil chuckled as he slit the other leg of her pantyhose. "Is that what
you think this is all about? Rape? Do you think all I want is to poke
you with my prick, Kristen?"
He pulled off her ruined panty-hose, leaving her in just her lacy bra and
matching lacy panties. He then put his face close to hers.
"I stole the Necronomicon when I was twelve years old, Kristen. I was
fifteen before I understood any of it. Three years, locked away in a dark
room, barely eating, barely drinking, barely sleeping. By the time I was
finished with it, I had power, Kristen. Real power!"
He grasped one of her breasts through her bra, and started kneading it
with his fingers, almost absently. Kristen gasped at the unwanted touch.
"I wanted sex then, Kristen. And I got it. The Necronomicon had given
me power that you couldn't even dream of! I raped a lot of women then,
Kristen. A lot. Raped them, killed them, drank their blood and offered
them to the old ones. That's why they're agreeing to make me a god,
Kristen! I could have had you at any time I wanted, Kristen!"
With a painful wrench, he tore her bra clean off. Kristen cried out from
the pain, and then again as his powerful fingers dug into the soft flesh
of her large breasts and crushed at them.
"You've been naked to me all along, Kristen. I've been staring at your
body all night, through your clothes. I've been feeling you against me,
from across the room. But this is much more important than just sex,
Kristen! This is for Godhood!"
He moved between her legs, and ripped her panties free. "There, Kristen.
Now you are naked, defenseless, and you know it. Unlike the rest of this
night."
He stepped back towards the beach, and removed all of his clothes.
Kristen watched, tears pouring down her face, as he revealed a
surprisingly well-built body, bereft of fat, the muscles well defined and
well developed. As she watched, tentacles burst up from the sand, and
surrounded him, moving in on him.
"And now," he said, as the tentacles grasped his wrists and ankles and
held him crucified in the air, "it begins!"
He screamed, then, the scream of a man who is having his soul ripped
away. The scream tore into Kristen's ears and she screamed along.
Tentacles with small, delicate tips forced themselves down Wil's throat,
and the scream stopped, being replaced by a choking, gagging sound that
would not stop. Wil's arms were pulled out tightly, until Kristen could
hear the sound of the shoulders giving way, a sickening gristling tearing
sound that almost made her vomit. Wil's long, well muscled legs were
spread wide, and Kristen found herself staring at the horrible process,
unable to take her eyes off of it.
Wil's body was suspended twenty feet in the air, the arms twisted oddly
at the shoulders, the head thrown back, mouth full of wriggling tentacles,
the legs spread wide, held tightly around the knees and ankles by the
tentacles. More of the small, delicate tendrils slowly wrapped around his
flaccid cock, and began to stroke it, to squeeze it gently. The tentacles
were mildly slimy, and they lubricated his cock, sliding along it, and
despite the terrible pain the body must have been feeling, the cock began
to become erect under the supernatural manipulations of those tentacles!
Kristen watched as more tentacles gently stroked at his balls, and
between his legs. She watched the cock become longer, and harder, and
thicker, than she imagined it possibly could.
Then, there was another terrible ripping, gristling sound as his legs
were pulled wide, and out, and disjointed at the hips. The gurgling,
choking screams increased, but his erection got even harder! It was as
though he was feeling all of the pain as pleasure, and it was getting him
very horny and hard indeed!
Kristen's eyes widened... she was unable to stop looking... the terrible
sight held her tightly, forcing her to watch. She rationalized it... she
was watching to find weaknesses, to find vulnerabilities; but in truth,
she finally had to admit to herself, she watched to see what her own fate
would probably be.
Wil's body turned, slightly, just enough for Kristen to see the tip of a
long tentacle plunge straight into his helpless asshole! The whole
disjointed body jerked hard at the entry, and Kristen winced as she could
see the tentacle wasn't merely entering him, it was fucking his ass, in
and out, shuttling back and forth. And still, his cock grew.
The horrendous process continued for some minutes, and then, the
tentacles withdrew from his cock, mouth, and anus, and he was gently
placed on the ground. Tentacles arced over him and held him by the
wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees. His eyes were pure white... the irises
and pupils were just gone.
"Oh, god, NO!" she screamed. The tentacles moved the soulless body
closer to her, as though they were manipulating a marionette... which, for
all intents and purposes, was exactly what they were doing. She gazed at
his mutilated nakedness, and gasped... his balls were glowing with an
unearthly green light. All of him that mattered.... his mind, soul, and
life force, was encapsulated there, awaiting the moment when his body,
manipulated by the great old one, would spill it's seed into her, carrying
with it all of Wil's essences.
"Wil? Oh, god, Wil, STOP! PLEASE, NO!" she screamed, as the body
mounted the stone altar she was bound to. But Wil was beyond hearing...
the body that knelt between her legs was nothing more than a puppet to the
entity under the sand.
Kristen squirmed hard, pulling at the seaweed bonds on her wrists and
ankles harder than ever.... she had heard that in times of stress,
adrenaline could give you, for a moment, the strength of ten men.
However, it would have taken more men than that to break her unearthly
bonds.
She winced as the tip of that horribly huge cock brushed at the outer
lips of her pussy. It was at least twelve inches long now, and the head
had to be three inches thick! It was still slimy from the touch of the
tentacles, as well, and Kristen wriggled her ass on the hard, sharp rock
as best she could, trying to move her cunt away from his cock, trying to
avoid the inevitable impalement!
But the body pressed down on her, and the tentacles guided the disjointed
arms to place Wil's hands firmly on her large, firm breasts. His body,
and especially his breath, smelled of the dead fish she'd been smelling
all along. His dead face hovered over hers, a grim smile frozen on it.
"God, please help me," she whimpered, as the body of Wil began to thrust
that monster cock into her helplessly spread pussy. "GOD! OH, GOD, NO!
PLEASE, NO!"
Slowly, the head of that monstrous cock entered into her tight slit, the
slime from the tentacles making it just slippery enough to enter her.
Kristen's head snapped back from the pain, striking the rock and bringing
more pain into her body. And still, the cock thrusted into her.
"Please, please, please...." she whimpered, as the body thrust it's cock
up her. Finally, after several minutes, it had pressed the whole length
up her. Kristen writhed uncontrollably under the thing... the cock had
gotten so long, that the tip of it pressed against the very entrance to
her womb! She closed her eyes, but the face was still over hers... she
could not only smell it, but she could feel the cold of it near her skin.
Having achieved penetration, the body of Wil began to fuck her, plunging
the length of that horrible cock into her again and again. Kristen's
defenseless body twitched and squirmed and writhed, to no avail. "No...
oh, please, stop..." she repeated, over and over, in a tiny little-girl
voice that spoke volumes about how much of her sanity was left to her.
The thrusting increased in intensity, and the sound of his dead flesh
slapping against her crotch resounded across the desolate stretch of
beach. Kristen began to scream, repeatedly, on each thrust... wordless,
meaningless screams of pure pain and horror. The loudest, though, was
when the bones in his pelvic region snapped, allowing him to ram his cock
deep into her, along with much of his scrotum and pubic area, punching the
head of his cock through her cervix and deep into her womb. She screamed
not only with the pain of that penetration, but with the knowledge that on
that penetration, the contents of his monstrously engorged and glowing
balls were spilling into her deepest recesses! The scream stopped, she
took in air, and again, wailed to the night sky... wailed as though her
very soul was being tortured to death. She didn't need to look to
know.... her belly had a vague glow to it, and she felt very very wet and
slimy and full inside.
The body of Wil pumped spasmodically several times, then fell, collapsing
to the ground, green mist rising from the nose and mouth.
Kristen screamed for several minutes, then fell silent, tears pouring
down her face, knowing that the process was only half over.
* * *
Kristen once again tried her bonds, as she lay there, bruised between the
legs and sore, and found, to her great surprise, that she could pull her
left hand free!
She pulled herself up as best she could and looked around... the
tentacles had withdrawn into the sand... she was alone on the beach.
Could she be so lucky? Could Wil's power to bind her be gone, with his
body dead? Or, did she have power over it now, because his essence was
inside her?
No matter. She pulled with both hands at the bonds at her right wrist,
and that bond came loose as well! Heartened, she bent down, and ignoring
the pain of her recent rape, she freed both of her feet.
She rolled off of the rock and into the sand. There, on her hands and
knees, she vomited, twice. The whole terror of the event caught up to
her again, and she glanced back at the dead body of Wil, eyes wide. Her
hand went to her stomach, and she shuddered.
"Abortion clinic," she thought. "Just get to one. Now!" she said. A
hospital might ask questions... questions to which she had no answer. She
would just go to someplace where they took things out of people's wombs
with no questions asked. But she would need to take Wil's car. And that
meant getting his keys.
Slowly, she stood, feeling very unsteady. She still had no idea what was
going on, or what had happened to the lovely reality she had woken up in
this morning. But she knew that the clothes that Wil had left near the
water held the keys that would take her back to her nice, normal life.
She walked over to them, and bent down to search through the pockets.
That's when the tentacles re-emerged, grasping her wrists and ankles.
She screamed, and screamed louder as the tentacles started to pull her
into the water.
She threw herself backwards and tried to free herself... no help. The
tentacles merely lifted her clear of her feet, and kicking and struggling,
brought her up to her neck in the black ocean.
"GOD! NO! HELP, ANYONE, HELP!" she screamed. She felt more tentacles
wrapping around her knees and elbows and waist, under the water. Then,
one grasped her head, around the eyes.
"AAAAH! NO! NO! NmMmmphGkkkK!" she cried, as a tentacle entered her
open mouth, and pressed down into her throat!
She began to choke, to strangle, as she felt the cold water of the ocean
close over her head!
* * *
It was, in fact, worse than dying. She lived.
The tentacle in her throat kept her lungs inflated, not allowing any air
to leave. Through some physical manipulation, it also kept oxygen in her
lungs, removing carbon dioxide as it built up.
Several times, as she was pulled deeper and deeper, her heart tried to
stop... as is natural when the lungs find they can no longer expand or
contract. She suffered the pain of suffocation, but not the release of
death she so richly required. Every time her heart came close to
stopping, a tentacle squeezed her chest harshly, giving crude, but
effective CPR, until her labored heart continued beating, continued to
take the oxygen from her horrendously tortured lungs to the rest of her
helpless body.
Worst of all, she didn't pass out. She remained conscious the whole
time, aware of every detail of what was happening to her. The pressure on
her eardrums increased until the pain was unbearable, and then, with a
knife-thrust of agony, the pain passed - the eardrums had burst.
The trip to wherever she was descending to took ten minutes, and every
second, she was praying to die. Unfortunately for her, she lived.
She eventually felt soft, silty earth beneath her back, as she came to
rest on the sea floor. Her limbs were again pulled to spread-eagled
position, holding her helpless.
More tentacles converged on her, some encircling her large, bobbing
breasts, some stroking along her stomach and between her thighs. The
thing in the ocean needed energy for the task that it was about to
perform, and she was the most ready supply. The thing ate fear and terror
and pain, and she was a three-course meal waiting to happen.
Tentacles stroked her face, her hair, her throat... drinking in the
terror, and the pain of suffocation, occurring constantly in it's still
choking victim. The tentacle down her throat pulsed with excitement and
feeding, the delicate tip of it deliberately tickling the inside of her
esophagus, another maddening sensation that brought more pain, more
terror.
But the thing needed more. It sent another tentacle probing between her
legs, and she felt her legs lifted, bringing her ass off of the seabed.
Her mind, awash with terror and agony, couldn't even guess at the meaning
of this movement, nor did it want to try.
Slowly, it pushed the tentacle into her helpless anus, slowly twisting it
into her, pressing past the resistance of her sphincter without any effort
at all. Kristen's mind sang aloud in pain, all of the scream reflexes in
her chest and throat working, but no sound coming out of her tortured,
tentacle-clogged throat. The thing registered her pain, terror, and
humiliation as it pumped her ass with the tentacle, fucking her hard in
the butt, ripping and tearing her with every thrust.
The creature got no satisfaction from sex, but it gained great pleasure
from pain. It enjoyed fucking her ass, and it did so for a good long
time, while she writhed helplessly within it's grip, making the
occasionally gurgling sound. The tentacles on her breasts pulled and
squeezed them roughly, adding ever more pain and terror.
Finally, the creature had built up enough reserves for the main task.
Summoning it's strength, it slowly pushed a tentacle up her helpless raped
pussy, making the tentacle big enough to hurt but not big enough to cause
damage. There was no in-and-out motion of a true fuck, but just the
inexorable pressure of the thing pressing upwards inside of her, as she
choked on the tentacle that kept her alive past her time. Her heart tried
to stop again, but that simply would not do at this point, so the thing in
the ocean started her heart with several squeezes of another tentacle, as
the main one continued up her vagina.
Every nerve in her body shrieked with agony as the tentacle roughly
forced open her cervix, and began to ooze black slime into her uterus.
The tentacle up her ass pressed up further, bending her insides to make
room for the new material.
Then, the thing stopped drinking her agony and fear, and fed it instead
to the insidious mixture in her body. And the mix occurred.
Kristen had had some visions, when Wil had explained what would happen to
her, of being pregnant for some time with some monstrous child, and giving
birth to a horrible monster. Neither was the way it worked out. Instead,
the mixture assumed the size and shape of a fully grown adult male, all at
once. It tore out of her body in a great cloud of blood under the water,
and at last, she had her peace... when Wil made his Godhood, they broke
the mold.
* * *
Wil swam easily up to the surface, and got dressed. That hadn't been
quite as bad as he thought it would be, he thought to himself.
He spotted his old body on the sand, and chuckled. A Shoggoth would come
along and collect that shortly, as well as Kristen's clothes. Wouldn't do
to have too many questions asked.
He concentrated momentarily, and felt the great inner power within him.
He felt it hungry. Now, like the creature below, he fed on pain, and
terror. He liked getting laid, too, which worked out well.
"You were good, Kristen," he said to the waves. "But I don't think it's
going to work out. I'm a god, and you're a cloud of blood three hundred
feet under the surface of the Atlantic. I need someone else. But hey,
can we still be friends?"
The ocean refused to answer him. He chuckled again, and got into his
car. It was time to move on, and feed. And so, with a song in his heart
that predated the earliest memories of man, Wil Whately drove down the
road, looking for fresh meat.
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