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SYMBIOT

By: Ian Dawn

Chapter 1, This is a prologue I did for another art inspired piece that I want to flesh out so to speak. A unique sculpt of an amazing creature

The dark pool or dank putrid water showed a ripple on the surface that in the gloom of the clouded moon light broke slowly as a figure rose from within its depths. Jason Tanner stood transfixed to the spot he was standing and could not move, every muscle he owned and thought he had absolute control over was frozen and would not obey the smallest of small commands. The palm of his hands started to sweat and the air turned wet and sour at the same time as an earthy metallic taste run down the back of his nose and into the deep recesses of his mouth. Although his tongue was dry he had no problems swallowing the bitter acrid flavours of the air around him. The figure was dark and heavily veined like a tree rising from the depths of a putrid earth. As time passed, moments not minutes or hours, the skin filled out and gained a subtle pink translucence to it was mesmerizing and child like, it was almost like witnessing a birth.

Jason tried to speak but found no voice, run but had no legs, just the sound of his ever increasing heartbeat and the rasping of his elevated breathing in his ears could he hear. Then from nowhere an unearthly scream like a falcon mixed with the scream of a dying crow filled his mind as the thing emerged half way onto our plane of existence. The body although humanoid was elongated and the facial features were, well missing, sockets but no eyes, a nose but just breathing holes no form or shape, and a mouth that looked unformed, no it looked like someone had changed their mind half way during evolution and said lets fill it in.  The skin flaps that covered the area where a mouth should have been by Jason’s standards were wrinkled and with the nose formed a teardrop illusion of form. No teeth just a knotted mass of skin and sinew.

The screaming in Jason’s head stopped as the figure stood before him the last of the transformation from tree husk to awkward pinkish baby. Jason laughed at himself at that thought and envisioned a nappy on the atrocity before him. It was a nervous laugh and one which he would regret, not now but later. A babble of sounds filled Jason’s head and then as if from nowhere it translated into meaning he understood.

“You mean to mock me child” The shape transmitted to him mentally.

Jason looked at the now fully formed visage that stood before him as it stepped from the pool of putridity. The right arm slowly rose and the delicate almost fragile digits on its hand moved like the tentacles of an octopus dancing in the water. The index finger brushed his cheek and opened the skin from just the most delicate of touches, and his cheek opened up from cheek to jaw as the tip brushed his face.

“mmm you deform easily” the thing thought again.

“I am going to have fun with you for an eternity aren’t I boy?” is continued.

“I am not a boy! I am a man” Jason thought to himself with abrupt anger and pain as the wound on his face bled onto his chest and burnt like sulphur.

“You are what I say you are child, I have lived many of your so called lives and each time I confront one of you, you struggle with your mortality and are brash and angry” it replied with a single monotone thought.

“What are you” Jason imagined himself saying without words.

A tense moment passed and then the thing slowly moved forward towards Jason and reminded him of a praying mantis moving in for the kill

“Child I am you, you are I and we are one” it came back with and at the end Jason thought he heard a chuckle an evil playful sneer that filled his mind. As he tried to decipher the things riddle he felt warmth on his chest and as he looked down the malevolent creature had a hand placed on his chest directly over his heart. A burning sensation filled his senses as the thing took from him that which it needed most, his blood drained from his body and thru the siphon like fingers and flowed into the overgrown unformed foetal man. His body felt like it was bathed in a vat of boiling water and the thing glowed an eerie yellowish glow as it absorbed his life essence.

“What are you doing to me” Jason shouted in his mind. “Please don’t kill me” he ended with.

“I can’t kill you boy we are one” it stated once more.

The darkness are mire that engulfed Jason in the landscape he was in drifted and started to swirl in a mass of greys and blacks with very little else in the way of color. Nearly unconscious now he drifted into a state of ease where the world had stopped and he thought it was the end this is what death feels like.

“Not death boy! Life! this is what life feels like, we are one, one are we, return we must” the voice stated once more and Jason lost all feeling as he passed out.

A gulp of air and the sound of panic and absolute despair left Jason’s lungs as he broke the surface of the bath he was laying in. Water splashed and slid from all sides of the porcelain container he laid in, as he thrashed like a newborn taking his first breath of air. He sat breathed regained composure and was shaking visibly but that could have been the fact that the water he was in was now freezing cold.

His cheek was red and looked like he was slapped and on his chest were five distinct welts that surrounded his heart.

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