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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:32 am
Moonlight Visit
After Moreau's injection, Billy seeks out the Cheetah Princess "Billy... wake up Billy. Don't you see the line running all the way to Duplex 17... all the way to the little Cheetah Princess. What you've been wanting... looking for... seeking... is there."
Billy shifted in his sleep, giving a groan. He was feeling.... alright. Better. The sickness still gripped him like a flu, but their simptoms seemed... less important just then.
The line the line follow the line-
shinding through the darkness that seemed to have gotten an oily texture to it was a silver thread, dripping and warping in the moonlight from his window. He stared at it, dumbfounded as he wobbled. His eyes wandered about his room. The walls were melting! Slipping, dripping down in a muted rainbow of color like oil glistening on water.
What you've been wanting-
He felt himself move to his feet, and he was suddenly towering upwards, far above his bed, the room flairing into light for just a moment as his head swam and the whiteness faded.
-looking for-
The line... the line... it was like a trick of the light, flickering and dancing about his feet as he walked. He was feeling... hot. He was feeling... bothered. What was he looking for? His stash? This wasn't the path to that duplex... it was leading towards another. Had it moved? He was feeling pretty good. Very good, in fact. Did he need his stash? The line arched, flickering over the door and he was amused as it was consumed by his shadow from the lamps.
-seeking-
He watched as his hand stretched out away from him for miles and miles befor it took a hold of the cold round nob, the door cracking open to spill shadows out over his feet like water being released. Or was it water? Why would they keep water in a room like this? He shuddered, the drugs he had been injected with slowly crawling through his system, taking a hold of him. Taking control.
Even in the darkness, the colors seemed to flair to life, bending and curling around him as he felt the heat down in his loins errupt. What was he looking for? What was he here for??
-is there.
As the door swung open silently, his eyes adjusted, taking in the form of a sleeping figure. His mouth twitched into a grin. Oh. Oh yes. Oh yes indeed. The moonlight played over the slender figure of the little cheetah girl, the soft moons rays highlighting her brownish golden fur. She slept soundly. her ears moving slightly though it seemed they only twitched to rid them selves of a pesky bug which sat there.
The little white rabbit on the floor skittered and jumpped at the arival of somone in to the room, mouncing off to it's own little hiding place in a dark corner. Still the cheetah girl slept on, blissfully unaware of the aproacting 'predator', happilydreaming of balls, and princesses and partys and things that made her happy. She moved ever so slightly in ehr sleep a tiny puurr escaping from her chest, before she rolled over and stretches slightly.
Her blanket had been descarded some where during the night and she slept as she usually did, without an ounce of cloathing on, only her jet black hair covered one breast. Stil she slept, the extra shadows which cast accorss her room happily ignored.Billy's lips parted, his breathing quickening as his eyes raked over her sleeping form. So soft, so delicate, the female figure, so supple, so curved, so enticing... his hands, trembling now for a different reason as he crept towards the bed. Brilliant and vibrant, as though painted and then excentuated with a blacklight, Colche's room spun around him. Her herself a sharp, contrasting yellow against the velvet black walls, twisting and formless to his eyes. Black hair and soft, warm breasts and curved hips. He wasn't on the island anymore. This wasn't the cheetah girl. She was more familiar. Different, changing and shifting in the shadows as he bent in close, "Edel.... Edel wha're y'doin' here, Lass?" He breathed.Colche made a little uncomfortable sound in her sleep "colche" she muttered and yawned showing her fangy teeth, before licking her lips, her blue eyes even opened a slit for a moment before she scrunched back up and sniffed "sleepin" she mumbled, quite obviously still sound asleep casting Billy off as part of her endless dreaming.
She smiled in ehr sleep, her long tail giving a tiny twitch as she nuzzled i to her pillows. Nothing seemed to be able to wake her, it was the middle of the nict, sleep time, everything else was forgotten.
He chuckled, eyes distant and disconnected to what he was really seeing. Edel. Oooh, Edel... he hadn't seen her in years! What brought her here, he wondered mildly for a moment befor the growing feeling of needingness seemed to overflow from him. Hot and bothered. He slipped onto the bed, sliding his arms around her, pulling her face up to his to kiss her furry muzzle hungrilly, "Ach, lass... s'been so long..."Okay, she was awake now. The touch of arms on her body braught her to slow wakefulness, thinking maybe it was Aubrey. She smiled, though when his lips touched hers her eyes were open like a shot and she tried to pull away, her hands pushing at his shoulders "badbad!" she snapped at him, her tail waving wildley as she tried to push herself away from the man who held on to her, her big blue eyes frightened, not again, not ever again, not again!"Good! Good!" He giggled maniacly, only his grey eyes picking up the light from outside as he danced arond the bed. A game! It was a game! A game that made him... excited. Hungry. Hungry hungry hungry, the walls were swirling around them, the ground lurching under his feet and he stumbled to fall back down onto the matress beside her, laughing as he made to grab for her hair, "C'mere, t'me! I gotcha'!"Colche tried to scramble away from him when he released her for a moment only to be jolted back by her hair. She turned to faced the big man, her huge blue eyes wide and frightened "NONO!" she shouted barreing her teeth as she panted irratically, "nono!" she truely didn't know what to do so she simply squirmed and put her clawed fingers against his chest trying to push away "never, no, never!" "Playin' hard t'get, eh?" He snickered, his arms much stronger than her's as he pulled her against him sharply, and his excitement became terrifyingly obvious as he pushed her down, laying down on top of her to kiss her once more.Colche squeekedher claws digging in to his chest a bit as he pulled her closer. Whe he clambered atop her though, she hissed, her ears flattening tightly against her head ad she looked for a means of escape. "NONO! Billy NO!" she sniffles, the tears starting to well in ehr eyes."Yes, yes," He snickered, hands sliding down to cup her breasts, the intoxicants corsing through him, urging him forward and he was not about to fight it. The room continued to spin, flashing colors brightly as his heart raced.Colche panted, her breaths becoming rapit and frightened, she was scared, this wasn't happening, this didn't happen on the island! Tears rolled down her furry cheeks as she pushed weakly against his chest, her claws seeking refuge in his skin, maybe she could destract him and he would go. He was so strong though, so strong and heavy.."plea..no"" she squeeked.He could dimly feel the pain of her claws as his blood soaked through his shirt, his legs straddling her, keeping her pinned as he chuckled, "How long's it been since I seen ye, lass? Five years? Longer?" His hands moved to unbutton his trousers.Colches ears flattened tightly against her head and she made a low, rumbling growling noise "Billy no" she mumbled again her claws free as she tried to roll over and escape him by clinging to the bed frame."Oh ho! Where're y'goin'?" He lunged forward, wrenching her back by her hair as he pulled her against him, "Bill's go' an itch, lassy! Won' y'help him scratch it?" It wasn't the cheetah girl's face he saw in the brilliant colors flashing in the darkness. Warping, wobbling, twisting in front of him was a more familiar face. A face he hadn't seen in a long time. A face he recognized and sometimes missed. Only sometimes.Colche sobbed quietly, her head was becoming sore her body already starting to feel tender and bruied from the imminant happenings. She couldn't escape. She had never been able to escape before. Her big blue eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip until it bled, though she still, weakly tried to push away at his chest "plea..no..billy..no!" she mumbled again, lost in a horible hazey fear and memories of her past."C'mon, C'mon, Lassy... Edel... Edel love..." He panted, so close, so close to solving his needy problem when suddenly he jerked, eyes going wide as suddenly electricity jolted through him from the controlling chip in the back of his head. Trousers tugged down around his knees, his rear bare to the ceiling he suddenly fell forward on top of her, fully unconcious.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 9:31 am
The white room
In which Billy's life changes forever. Island of Moreau When Billy wakes up, he wakes up in a cold, stale observation room in the labs. Everything is white. The floors, the walls, the ceiling. There is, of course, cameras in the top corners, and a shatter-proof mirror that, he could probably guess, were two-way. He's laying on a plain cot (no sheets) in a backless hospital gown. He feels numb and sore, having been under anesthetics. There's no telling how long he's been out, but he would be incredibly hungry and thirsty. A glass of water and a sandwich is waiting for him by the locked door on a napkin. When he tries to get up, a pain both sharp and dull would shoot through his groin. Upon inspection he would find one of Man's biggest fears. Surgically shaven, and leaving behind a very tiny, professional, neat little zipper stitch on his most sensitive of places, Billy would find that he was now one family jewel short of a crown.
After a long hesitation with heald breath, he reached down to inspect again. Slowly, ever so slowly, clinging to the moments where he coudl remain in ignorance of whether or not his terrible suspicion was true or not, he lifted up the hospital gown.
And Billy screamed.
Locked in a white cel, with nothing but himself to look at in the mirror, it was a while befor his voice had become hoarse and the initial shock had died. "Where th'feckin' bloody HELL are YE? Y'come in here an' I swear ther'ell be blood on these feckin' walls!! THIS WASN' WHA' WE AGREED TO!! THIS AINT RIGHT!! WHAT TH'FECK DID I DO T'DESERVE THIS, EH??" He continued bellowing his enraged accusations and questions, demanding this and eventually begging for that befor his voice became a croak and he slid to the floor. It was still too painfull to walk.
"Jesus... Jesus..." The initial anger had time to bleed, and alone in the white room he could feel his emotions ebb in a different direction. His eyes began to water, his forhead pressed down against his knees. "Where th'feck am I?"
He waited in silence for what felt like hours befor he finally noticed the simple meal that had been left for him. Tenderly, he scooted towards them, greedily picking up the glass, lips parched and ready to drink befor he froze. What was in that glass? It could be water. It could be something else. It could be both. The sandwich held as much suspect. His insides were groaning, and the water was looking even better after his long tantrum... But no. NO! He wasn't about to be had again!
He couldn't remember much of what had happened befor he had gone unconcious, but what he could was familiar. He had had an experience at least once befor... a hellucinagenic. He couldn't remember enough to pin point exactly what, but he knew he had been drugged. Drug the drugee, there's a laugh. He was positively in stitches.A few hours later, the door opened. Protected by two beefy looking techs that stood behind her, she came in holding a clipboard and wearing a dangerous, grim expression. "Mr. Wooddrow." It was the closest to a greeting he was going to get. He flinched, glancing up from where he had dozed off on the floor in the corner. "You.... it was you!!" He snarled, hands tightening into fists at his side.She pulled out a small medical jar from her labcoat pocket. "You mean this?" she asked innocently. A small oval organ floated inside, magnified by the glass of its container. "You should thank me," she said darkly. "You're lucky I left you one. And that I'm an M.D."His breathing quickened, teeth clenched as he suddenly rushed forward, fists reared back and ready to strike a blow- "YE GOD DAMN FECKIN' b***h!!"The two techs rushed forward and easily interecepted the weakened Billy. Aubrey didn't flinch, just stayed there and glared at him darkly. The techs held him down and forced him into a sitting position on the cot, holding a death grip on the curve where his shoulder meets the neck to keep him under control.
Aubrey took a few steps forward, her labcaot billowing behind her. "I'm sure you've had a hard life, Mr. Wooddrow," she said, looking down at him, "but I promise you, your life would seem like a walk in the park that poor woman has had to endure."
She spun around, pacing back and forth in aggitation. "This is her haven. For the first time in her life she felt safe. And you.. you took that away from her...""I have no idea whacher' talkin' abou'!" Billy snapped, struggling uselessly against the two men. The pit of his stomach had dropped and boiled, his head spinning from the pos-surgery anesthetics and dehydration. And he was starving on top of it all- but again, how did he know he wasn't being poisoned?? This woman was mad! He hadn't done anything!Aubrey's eye twitched. "You nearly raped a woman and you don't even so much as remember?" She shook her head sadly. "Well, ain't this a lesson in why drugs are bad? I don't care how high or strung out or... whatever you were. You have to answer for your actions, eh?" She looked down his lap pointedly. "This was your warning. You got one chance left - I'd be careful with it if I were you.""I wasn' high!" He snarled, "Y'feckin' b***h!! I din' rape- I'd never- I think I'd remember somethin' li' tha'!!" Rape? RAPE?? Billy was bad, yes, he was despicable and had questionable morals, but he *wasn't* a rapist! "YE CUT OFF ME DAMN BALL AN' I DIN' E'EN DO WHA' YER BLAMIN' ME FER!""I have you on video trying to rape Colche!" she shreaked. She was furious - and some part of her felt robbed of her revenge if he didn't so much as remember his crime. It was almost... disrespectful in some way. To try to rape someone that wasn't even, like, important enough to remember. She paused and took a deep breath, wanting to keep her demeanor cold and even. "Do you know that she's mentally abuot the age of a five-year-old?? DO YOU!? Do you know how ... how.. sick that is!""Ye... wha'...?" Billy blinked, brows furrowed, "I was drugged! It wasn' me! Colche's tha'... wee cat gel, righ'? I wouldn' touch 'er! I never woul'! I swear it! Ask th'Doc! He knows abou' me! He knows wha' I've done! I'd ne'er- oh God! Ye cut off me damn BALL!""Drugged is NO EXCUSE!" Her eyes were wide in disbelief. "You have to pay for the consequences of your actions! You don't believe me?? I can arrange for you to view the tape if you like? And yes, that 'wee cat girl' is Colche. Colche who was raped continuously since she was a small girl. Colche who I brought here personally and took her in a daughter! Colche who I promised would never have to endure that again!!""No, I mean someone drugged me!!" He groaned, shoving the brutes away befor tearing at his hear with his fingers, his face red with frustration. He felt sick. It might have been the hunger. It might have been the surgery. Hell, it was everything at once. "BELIEVE ME, Lass, I'm guilty o' a lo' of villianry, bu' I'm innocent!" He could feel the tears welling up again. Damn it! He was not about to start crying! Not in front of them. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction!"Of course you were drugged" she growled. "Look at you. You're like a prime example of what happened when your life goes down the crapper! Your brain's probably one big fat fried eggs, if you catch my drift." It didn't occur to her that he was accusing someone of drugging him. That was absurd - and pointless.
As much as she promised herself she wouldn't let it happen, a small twinge of guilt pulled at her when she saw his blind rage start to melt away to desperation. "Look," she said, her voice much softer. "This is a message. You're still, you know.." she motioned haplessly to his lap, "functional. Its like removing a kidney. As long as your smart and can a hold of your other one, no ones going to like.. know. No behavoir changes or anything." She gave him a pointed look. "Well, hopefully some voluntary ones."Billy's face visibly twitched as he lowered his hands, his expression becoming blank. Right. Function normally. He'd say that to her when she woke up one breast short. She wouldn't listen to reason. Fine. Fine. He'd give her nothing. Let her believe. It's not like anyone ever believed anything he said. That was his own fault, of course, but you'd think people would be curtious enough to at least speak with you befor dismembering parts of you that you're rather fond of.Aubrey crossed her arms and chewed nervously on her lip. She slipped the jar back into her labcaot and motioned for the techs that he could back off him some more. "You should eat." She turned to leave.He didn't respond, eyes glued to the tiled floor. She didn't deserve a responce. Right. He should eat. Eat their poisons.* * * * * * * * * * * Hours passed and Billy didn't move. He lay down on the cot, staring at the ceiling. They'd let him out or he'd die here. Don't give them what they want. Just stay calm. Just stay cool.
He tried to imagine what would have happened if he hadn't come to this mad island. Probably shot in the back of the head befor he could have moved again. He wondered if it would have been better for it to have been the police who caught him. Maybe he would have just gone to prison. Prison might have been nice. Alright, so perhaps his living arrangements were better here... but the past few days had really started to make him wonder.
Maybe everyone on this island was insane. Maybe that was part of it?
After nearly four hours of laying still, he turned his head to stare at the food still waiting for him. It might just be food. It might just be a sandwich and water. He debated, shifting, squirming internally. No. No. He woudln't give them the satisfaction. He'd lay there untill they let him out. Don't say a word. You'll only dig yourself in deeper. Poisons in the water.
The sandwich didn't even look that appetizing anyway.Later that evening, the took turned and opened again. Aubrey strode in, the beefy techs in tow. Before Billy had much time to react, the techs strode forward and took a hold of Billy, moving him over to the cot and holding him fast. Aubrey walked over to him pointedly, her clipboard in her hand. "Good evening."He meerly glanced up, face twisted in a look of disgust befor he spat at her. His lips remained pursed. Say nothing.Aubrey felt the corner of her eye twitch. Trying hard to stay calm so hard her hand was shaking she wiped herself. She slipped out something from her labcoat. It was a syringe filled with some kind of ... purplish blue liquid. She help it up to the light and removed the safety cap, adjusting the levels inside. He glanced up, eyes widening slightly. What the ******** was that? What was she- changes. The islanders were changing. They were doing this to them. They were- "NO! NO GET TH'FECK AWAY FROM ME!!" He finally spoke for the first time since that morning. His voice was still a hoarse croak as he struggled, trying weakly to break free of the men, kicking his legs and immediatly regretted it as pain shot up from his recent surgery.The men readjusted their grip on him, trying to hold him tight and still the best they could. Aubrey calmly pulled a cottom swap with alcohol on it and rubbed it on Billy's upper arm. "This is from Doctor Moreau. Personally," she almost purred. "Just so you know who thank for this one." Holding his arm in her hands tightly to try and keep it still, she injected the needle into his arm. As the serum emptied into his blood, a shiver of warmth would shoot up his arm before dissapating.William gave a cry of fear and alarm, still struggling even as the needle dug in. And then it was over. There was nothing he could do. It was in him. He panted, glaring hotly at her, his face covered in sweat, "Tha' better have a decent buzz, b***h." Give her what she wanted to hear. She glared daggers at him. "You'd be well to have an attitude adjustment and have it quick or you'll rot here in this holding cel." She nodded to the men and they started to try and wrangle him into a straight jacket."Hey- HEY!" He snapped, kicking with the leg on his good side and flailing his arms as best he could. A numb feeling of woosiness swept through him, but he was used to the repricussions of needles of varying sorts. "LET ME GO!" It was a stupid thing to shout, he knew, but the lack of food and water only added to the sickness that had already been effecting him.Aubrey stood there, scribbling on her clipboard while the men wrestled him into the jacket then jerked him up into a standing position.
"Allright Mr. Woodrow. If I let you back into the village you have to PROMISE me you'll never go near Colche again. Ever." She gave him a deadpan look. "If I so much as think you're thinking about doing what you tried to do again, I'll take the other one AND you'll be lucky if you ever see the light of day again after that.""I. Din'. Do it," He panted still, teeth grit tight.Aubrey reached forward and took hold of the collar of the jacket. She jerked him close, glaring into his eyes. "I'll arrange a personal viewings of the survallence tapes, a*****e. Then what would you say?" "Fine. I'll ne'er touch 'er," He hissed back. "If I see her teeterin' off a cliff, I won' so much as give her me hand.""Good" Aubrey spat. "At least she could die with dignity then"
She pushed him forward and out the door before the two other guards took him by the arms of his jacket and led him strongly to the elevator.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:03 pm
The serum doesn't give Billy much time to sit in anticipation. Billy is aching as he returns to his duplex, though the sensation doesn't pass. Perhaps its just the afterffects of the anestesia, or the remaining sting of the serum as it worked its way through his bloodstream. But it seems to make his blood feel hot under his skin, very uncomfortable. It seethes for half an hour, maybe fourty five minutes before it feels like it leaps to action. It is fierce, his whole body feeling like it is throbbing - his arteries themselves feeling like they are greedily leeching blood faster from his heart. In a combination between the early delivery of the serum (which the studies had shown tend to lead to more painful changes as the body is not as prepared as it could be) and Billy's already off body chemistry, the changes come quickly, and very painfully. Splotches begin to appear over Bili's skin, dark, bruise-like patches that soon become slick as the hair follicles that they touch empty themselves of the hair and slick over to a smooth shine, becoming rubbery. Your extremeties seem to have it the worst, the skin becoming rubbery, and the strange pain seeping down through the skin to the bone. You watch in horror as in pairs like a vulcan sign of greeting your fingers tighten and very painfully fuse together, the purplish blotchy "skin" sealing them over. Your toes go through a similar process. But the horror is not over. The skin along the bottoms of your arms and legs becomes more tender as welts begin to appear in formation all along them. They start out feeling like blisters, then blossom out to what are unmistakably suckers. The bones of your arms and legs feel a leeching as they seem to lose some of their rigidity. There is a stasis then... for nearly a minute, but then suddenly, there is an intense pain around your shoulders and hips as four wriggling tentacles burst out of you, writing in the pain that they cause. 
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:00 pm
The Change
Billy experiences his first change Once Billy had been forcefully returned to his duplex, he immediatly moved to get out of the rediculous hospital gown they had put him in. He was aching terribly, and he wasn't sure whether it was still the detox or the strange blue crap they had injected him with. Indeed, it could have been the surgery itself. He eased himself down on his bed, frowning at the wall. ********. ********, the lot of them.
He was nearly faint with hunger from his imprisonment, and he wondered if maybe something, even water would help ease the pain crawling up and down under his skin. Even so, he stayed put for several cigarettes befor venturing out to make his way to the cafeteria.Since it was time for dinner, Antony was already in the cafeteria and halfway through her meal. It was the day after she had met Chert again on the beach, and Antony was still blissfully aware of what had happened to Colche. Otherwise, she'd probably be out for blood in duplex 33. Instead, she enjoyed an assortment of nuts, particularly the hazelnuts, which had always been her favorite. Billy limped in through the front doors, heading towards the buffet. The burning wouldn't stop. It hadn't gone away yet, rather, it felt asthough it was spreading. Ignore it. Ignore it it's nothing. Just need something to eat. He had never been much of a seafood fan, but the sushi bar was looking more and more delicious, the closer he got. And water! Bottles of blessed delicious liquid. He hadn't had a thing to drink since this time yesterday. His head was spinning. He didn't even notice his hated enemy nearby enjoying her own dinner.Unlike Billy, Antony had noticed her enemy the moment he opened the door, immediately standing up and knocking her chair down at the same time. He had startled her, and the squirrel, like before, demanded refuge in a tree immediately. Unfortunately, there were no trees, and Antony's face contorted in hardened glare. The fact that he was limping and looked like death warmed over brought some pleasure to the tattooed woman, but it didn't take her off edge. Not at all. Fish... fish... He scratched his beard numbly befor helping himself to a barage of sushi, taking a piece of uncooked fish off of the rice to shove it straight into his mouth. His forehead was sweating, as was his chest through his shirt. He wobbled, giving a pained cough as he scratched at his burning skin."What, not going to try and kill me?" She sneered, watching him carefully as she picked the chair back up, choosing to remain standing just in case he decided her suggestion was a good idea. He stiffened, anger bubbling up inside him, but he didn't seem to have the energy for it, deflating again. When he spoke, his voice was as hoarse and low as it had been, used up by his previous screams. "I aint killin' anyone. Aint touchin' anyone. Bugger off."She stared hard at him for a bit before finally deciding he wasn't a threat and sitting down to finish eating her dinner. The condition of him and his voice kept her alert though. Something wasn't right... He had turned to start walking towards a table when he stopped short suddenly, pain shooting through him, under his skin. It was as though his blood had decided to begin boiling, ready to strip his skin from his flesh. He gave a sharp pained cry, his tray clattering to the floor as he grabbed his chest as though to grab his heart and try to calm it.Her eyes widened as he stumbled, but soon realized what was happening. He was changing. Slowly, a sort of smile came across her features as she took a few steps closer towards Billy. "Maybe now you'll believe us," Antony stated simply, eyes watching him closely with a sort of sadistic pleasure. "I... I din'-" He started, stammering as he raised his trembling hands, watching in horror as the blue, searing flesh took over, "What... what-" He cried again as there was a crack and a pop, his fingers twitching and sealing together, leaving only his pointer and thumb and a thick mass of mitten-like flesh. He yelped, falling to the ground with a cry, the changes spreading faster as he kicked his legs, his toes following suit, the blue spreading to his cheaks. He tore at his shirt, his chest on fire as his skin seemed to eject his body hair, and he managed to rip the buttons open, leaving it exposed. His arms were fully grey blue now, and rubbery, covered in dark, shifting veins through the semi translucent surface, deep purple markings spreading and shifting under the surface.A part of her wanted to pity him, to scurry to his side and try and comfort him, but those thoughts were immediately stamped out and pushed aside. She hated him, and Antony couldn't bear to help him in any way shape or form. Besides, all she had to do was remember him yanking on her 'fur belt' and asking her to take her ugly pelt off. Antony had a hard time hiding her cringe from him, not that he'd notice it anyways, but the transformation looked so utterly painful. Her face contorted back and forth from shock, to horror, and to pleasure. She didn't know what to do...
He gulped in air, gasping and groaning, rubbing his mutated, nailess fingers over his arms and rubbing his legs together feircely as welts began to bubble up under his changed skin along the tender part of his underarms and legs in twin straight lines, bubbling and budding and thickening up through the surface only to grotesquely pop free with a spray of clear blue mucussy discharge- suckers. After they formed and streignthened themselves on his skin, he lay on the floor in shock, panting and gasping for breath. There was a moment where he thought it was done. She just stood there, eyes wide and unable to tear away from the transforming man writhing on the floor in front of her. Her dinner nearly came up and out of her when she saw the suckers pop out, and she had to close her eyes and will the food to stay down. The noises finally stopped, and Antony cautiously opened her eyes, which narrowed on Billy's changed body. The tattooed woman also thought he was done, and she cautiously took a few steps forward. "How does it feel to no longer be completely human a*****e?" She hissed, red eyes boring into him angrily. Her voice held no compassion, and even if she was feeling any, Antony wasn't about to let on that she was. She hated him, and that was that. He gave a panted wimper, unable to speak but befor he could draw another breath, the skin of his chest and stomach visibly crawled, his back arching as he gave a pained scream, clawing at his open front as the blue spread to the fronto fhis shoulders and the muscles just below his navel, swelling and budding and twisting. His flesh seethed, cells duplicating, stringing together, spinning, twisting, like fresh tongues surging upward, flailing and wrything as they too budded the same twin rows of suckers. And he screamed.Her tails bristled out like pipe cleaner at his scream, unable to turn her eyes away as his skin utterly crawled. A shocked yell vaulted from her lips as four new limbs simply exploded from his torso moments later, and she stumbled backwards. The squirrel was panicking, and now, so was she. Tripping somewhat, Antony fell backwards and immediately scurried further from him. "WHAT THE ********!?" She cried, eyes wide as plates as her breathes became raspy and strained. "What the ********?!" She muttered, voice sounding something like a pained whimper. Antony didn't know what was going on, but she was in shock and the fact that she hated Billy was utterly forgotten.
He lay on his back, trembling, his limbs and fresh tentacles twitching occasionally, fallen limp over his body and the floor. His mouth hung open, his back trembling and convulsing as he gulped for air, his lungs locked in his utter shock.And then he stopped breathing and started to convulse in such a way that Antony suddenly got worried. She hesitated to help him, torn between her hate for him and her empathy for his change. In the end, she couldn't just leave him to choke to death, as much as it'd make a slice of her soul ever so happy. She scurried over to him on her hands and knees cautiously till she was at his side. "Calm down," she hissed, pausing as she tried to figure out what to do to help. In the end, Antony ended up pulling his torso into her lap as best she could, careful of his new... tentacles? "Shhh, breathe..." The squirrel woman shushed him in a rough voice, attempting to comfort him somehow without giving into the urge to choke him. Hesitating a moment, Antony reached a hand to push his bangs out of his face. No one had to know she was capable of being nice...
"Ah-" He gasped, legs kicking in a ceizure like movement, the tentacles twitching and spasming. He managed to suck in a slight breath befor crying out again in terror, his wide grey eyes bulging further still as he reached his hands up to see them, choking and gagging as he turned them forward and back to stare in horror at their blue shiny skin and tuckers covering his palms and what was left of his fingers. "Ah... ah... ach... ah..."Antony gave him a pained look marred with pity as he continued to freak out. Still, she really didn't know what to do to help, and simply placed her free hand on the middle of his chest and rubbed it comfortingly. It was a habit she picked up from calming down Jamal, but it was all she could think of right now. "Breathe," she coached with a softer voice, sighing softly.
His tentacles jerked, flinching at her touch, and his line of sight trembled up to her face, the one jutting from his left shoulder twitched up to wrap around her wrist and he gave a cry of alarm, eyes sweeping back down to it in horror.Antony tensed, eyes widening as she snapped them down to the tentacle around her wrist, but when she noticed his expression, she took a deep breath and attempted to relax. He seemed to be breathing, although he was trembling still as he stammered, "I... I... I... I..." The tentacle jerked free and he gave a cry of alarm, "It- it- it- it-" His trembling worried her, and she attempted to shift him so she'd be holding him. Unfortunately, he was too heavy, and she simply settled for being a pillow. "At least you're not hairy," she suggested, raising an eyebrow. "Changed... changed..." He breathed, "Y'said... they said... I din' do it... I ... I don'... don' deserve... I din'..." He sputtered, all four tentacles fidgeting and wrything and he gave another cry, reaching down to tentitively touch them. They were sore, each movement stiff and painfull, the new muscles weak and still developing. "No one really deserves this," she said quietly before she shifted, reaching in her pocket to pull out her lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Knocking two out, she put them both in her mouth and lit them before offering one of them to him. Maybe a smoke would help a bit?
Billy stared at the cigarette, still wide-eyed, as though he couldn't remember what it was for a moment. "I... I..." He swallowed, shivering again befor he drew in a sharp breath, trying to sit upright.Antony moved the cig to her other hand before she carefully looped an arm under his arms to help him sit up as best she could. "Lean against me if you need to."
Billy reached up a clumsy, changed hand to take the cigarette from her, hands shaking and his new limbs twitching spasmadically, still not used to their control yet. He drew in a sharp pull from the stick, exhailing a thick cloud of smoke as he reached his other hand to the top of the table, ready to pull himself up. She could feel the suckers under his arm through his shirt, twitching individually at the new sensations. His face was still filled with a haunted sort of shock.Antony stuck her smoke in her lips before standing up and helping Billy to stand as well. She tried to ignore the twitching suckers as best as she could, but they did manage to creep her out. "Now you understand," she said simply, looking up at him to watch for a reaction, if there would be one.
He staggered forward, moving to sit in a chair befor he took another drag, eyes still wide and distant, still silent. He couldn't begin to describe what he was thinking. There were too many thoughts all twisting and knotting and weaving and tangling and overflowing in his mind. The events that had transpired over the last few days. The events that had brought him here. His child hood. His mother who used to hit him. His father who used to hit him as well. His dog who had a tendancy to bite as well. Granted it hadn't really been his dog. He had found it in an alley and decided to bring it home as a new pal, only to descover later that stray dogs lead to needles.
Needles.
Needles.
The white room. The white walls and white ceiling and floor with the men in white coats and her and the pain.
He had gotten repremanded rather sternly for bringing home that dog.
TENTACLES! THERE WERE ******** TENTACLES COMING FROM HIS CHEST!
His hands were still shaking.She stood, watching him silently as she reached over to her tray to scoop up a handful of nuts. With them in her mouth, she had something to do other than smoke and stare. Suddenly, Antony felt absolutely horrible, and even though she knew she'd get over the feeling, she couldn't help feeling bad. "Do you want me to get you anything?" The squirrel woman asked, tails twitching as usual.
"Water..." He breathed, still staring off into the distance, the ash of his cigarette growing awefully long and close to the filter as he took another pull. She nodded, striding over to where the drinks were before grabbing two bottles of water and bringing them back. Antony set one down on the table, and the other one was oppened and offered to Billy.
One of his weak upper tentacles rose, trembling to take it befor he noticed, realising he had moved the wrong limb and lifted his hand instead, giving a manic laugh, "S'difficult t'figure ou'..." His voice was slurred slightly, as though he had gotten drunk off of his panic. Again, she nodded in understanding. Her tails had been hard to figure out for the longest time, but eventually she got it and that's what she'd tell him. "Takes a bit of getting used to I suppose," the squirrel woman said softly, watching him quietly.
His hand was trembling as he brought the bottle to his lips, dribbling a bit down into his goatee as he drank, clumsilly managing to set it down on the table top. "I... haven't had... a drink in a day," Again, he gave his giggle, as though this were some hilarious joke. As he trembled, Antony couldn't help but feel bad for him, and after a bit of hesitant thought, she opened her arms in the universal 'want a hug?' sign. It was only offered because no one else was there, and she was feeling guilty.
He stared at her in confusion. He had had his stash stolen. He had been framed for near rape. He had had a testical removed and imprisoned in solitary confinement for a day. And he had returned, onto to have a set of tentacles explode from his chest. God dammit, he needed a hug. A short, sharp sob escaped his throat and he leaned forward to burry his face against her tattooed chest.Antony was surprised he actually took up the offer, much less that he sobbed whilst doing it. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held him to her, absently rubbing her fingers along the back of his neck before resting her chin atop his head.
His shoulders shuddered as he silently sobbed, pressed against her soft breasts. She had hated him so much and now she was holding him... maybe there was hope here! Maybe he had made the right decission! Maybe everything was going to be okay! Figuring he wasn't looking for sex at the moment, Antony tolerated his face being pressed against the twins for now. Her fingers continued to run along his normal skin, oblivious to all that he had done to Colche, which was damn lucky for him.
"Poisoned... poisoned... what if it wasn't? What if it's not? Didn't matter... s'a test..." He babbled between choked noises, his arms wrapped around her middle, the tentacles quivering between them befor snaking around her as well, "Hungry...""What are you talking about?" She asked, entirely confused as to what he was referring to or speaking about. The fact that he felt so emotionally broken was the only thing that allowed her to keep her head when she felt his tentacles wrap around her. "There are some nuts within reach, but everything else is across the room." And he was latched to her.
"The... the... the white room..." He mumbled, seemingly loosing his energy again, lulled by the sway of her bousom. "White room?" She questioned, raising her eyebrow before shaking her head somewhat. "Just don't fall asleep, cause I can't carry your a** anywhere."
"I shoul'... head t'bed..." He mumbled, but made no sign of moving."Lets go then," she said with a sigh, leaning back slightly as if to tug him upwards out of his seat.
He moved stiffly, tentacles flailing as he dragged his feet, letting her lead him where ever she felt was the best place for him to be. He'd go to sleep and wake up and things would be normal and the bad dream would be over.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 10:18 pm
Antony's Duplex
In which Billy finds comfort for the night. Antony walked, making sure she had both her lighter and smokes before leaving entirely. It didn't take long for Antony to arrive at her duplex, too lazy and tired herself to walk him back to his, so she unlocked the door and immediately led him to the couch. No matter how sorry she felt for Billy, he wasn't about to sleep with her. Period.
He fell limp once he landed, laying sorely on his back, his chest rising and falling as he breathed, shifting the twitching tentacles. She sighed once she was released from the tentacles, immediately moving to scoop up all her sketchbooks and move them into her bedroom. "Do you want a blanket?" The squirrel woman asked while stuffing the stack in the closet.
"No," He sighed distnatly, mind already having thrust itself into the sweat oblivious of sleep, where worries of the nature that plegued him were easily forgotten and avoided. Absently, one of his tentacles slid around his arm, another around the throw-pillow while the bottom two curled around the top of his legs. It felt good to wrap them around something. It felt secure.The tattooed woman nodded, even though he couldn't see her, and brought out a folded blanket anyways, setting it on the coffee table next to him. Just in case. She watched him for a moment, jaw set as she tried to reason to herself why the hell he, of all people, was in her duplex. Not only that, but sleeping in her duplex. Sighing irritably, Antony turned her heel and disappeared into the bedroom to get ready for bed herself. This had been another eventful day, and she had too many things to think about. Her brain was firing too fast for her to remember to close her door, and she had soon slipped into her bed in her usual sleeping attire, which was not much at all. Whatever, if he tried anything then she'd just knee him in the twig and berries again.
Billy, meanwhile, had already escaped into blessed, uncomplicated, unstressfull dream land where busty lab assistants slipped off their lab coats and did little dances on his lap to cheer him up.Antony couldn't sleep. The buzzing in her brain wouldn't let her. And so she chain smoked. Should she have helped him? Brought him back here? Let him sleep in her duplex? She hated him, entirely and utterly. He had tried to kill her with a witness present. What if he tried it again when she was sleeping? After another long drag of her cigarette, the tattooed woman still found herself unable to think properly. The transformation had been horrible, and the screams still echoed in her mind. He had been trembling in shock and horror; she had felt how weak he was when she hugged him. At that moment, he had been honest. Transforming into an animal tend to do that to a person. Maybe taking him off the drugs had actually made him into a civil person? This thought caused Antony to stop mid suck, head cocking to the side out of a mixture of realization and sleep deprivation. Could he be a decent guy without his drugs? Wait. Wait! She couldn't just push aside the way he had treated her... Her and her ugly squirrel 'pelts.' He had compared her to the bearded lady for ******** sake! Grunting, she snuffed the cigarette out into her ashtray, sliding it over to her nightstand before flopping back onto the bed. Antony couldn't make sense of it all for the life of her. The morning... She'd see what happened in the morning. William was surrounded by a thick, endless blackness that pressed in from all sides, heavy and solid. It wasn't untill he moved that he saw the bubbles. He was under water! Deep under water! He couldn't see the surface! He thrashed, trying to swim in the direction he thought was up, only to spot his hands that weren't his hands at all, but long, wrything tentacles. Eight of them, webbed together and connecting under him. He was gripped by panic, gasping in the water befor he flexed them, shooting through the water towards what looked like a door plunged into the black sandy bottom.
He was small, octopus sized, but he managed to wrap his tentacles around the knob, pulling the door open. The water surged around him, knocking him through and he tumbled, tentacles tangling as he slid across the wet carpet, only to land at a pair of feet. He quivered, looking up as he raised his tentacles, flailing them desperatly as he tried to speak, "Help! please! Anyone!" But his voice didn't seem to work, the beak between his many limbs clicking noiselessly.
Hands bent to scoop him up, lifting him upwards and upwards, a million miles befor turning to carry him somewhere. He sighed, relaxing slightly as he wrapped his limbs around the hands in a loving manner. These hands would take care of him.
He lazily managed to look around, his octopus eyes narrowing as he noticed the other people in the room. At a long table, set for a fancy meal sat a tall, slim but curvy young woman with wonderfull, thick, deep red hair cascading down about her shoulders, her lips painted a soft glittery pink, her eyes a brilliant blue. Her fingernails were soft, painted the same lavander blue as his skin had become. She tapped her bowl with one of those manacured nails. "Oh, William," her voice was a soft irish purr, like fingers gently stroking him calm.
It seemed like a signal, though, as suddenly there was a loud chop and an explosion of pain from one of his many limbs. If octopi could scream, he would have, thrashing on the table as the person who had picked him up held him down, slamming the butcher's knife down on another limb. His eyes wide and desperate, rolled up only to see a familiar face contorted in rage.
"You'll leave her alone!" Aubrey snarled, the knife flying back down again, cutting off yet another tentacle and Billy practically rolled with pain.
"You've been so good to me," The red-haired woman lifted her wine glass, giggling as she watched.
There was the sound of gunshot, the door flying open as men in matching suits flooded in, all armed as Aubrey lifted his limbless lump of a body over the bubbling pot on the stove next to the cutting board. No... no no no NO NO I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
Billy sat up sharply with a cry, panting as he stared at the far wall with wide eyes.The cry didn't awaken the squirrel girl in the other room, for she was quite a heavy sleeper when she actually had a pleasant sleep, like the one now. It took Billy a long while to remember everything that had happened to bring him here, and where "here" was to begin with. He strategically didn't look down for a good long while, but finally, his morbid curiosity took over and he loweredhis eyes. Indeed, the tentacles were still attatched to his bare torso, the four of them wrapped tightly around the throw pillow, pinning it to his chest and stomach. They trembled as he tried to move them, but it was difficult. He'd never had a limb without any bones in it befor, beyond one and that tended to work on it's own.
Finally, he managed to loosen their grip, unwinding them enough to pull the pillow free and sorely pull himself to his feet. He hurt all over, every inch of him in pain and sore. A shower, his groggy mind decided, a shower. Wash away the uncertanties. Wash away the nonsence. Stripping off his opened shirt and carefully undoing his pants as he walked, he slid into the bathroom to examine Antony's shampoo.The noise of the shower combined with the morning light spilling into the room caused her to groan slightly and shift, burying her face in the pillow. Soon, as always, she found out that she couldn't breathe that way and simply gave into being awake. Groogily, she wiped her eyes and clumsily gathered her glasses from the nightstand. It took her a while, but she soon realized that Billy was awake and showering, and that she really had helped him last night. Antony let the sheet accumulate at her waist while she layed there, waiting for him to get out of the shower so she could do the same. In the end, she lit herself a cigarette and began to have a lovely morning smoke.
After a while, the water shut off, and Billy surfaced from the bathroom, smelling a bit womanly. But he was damp and he was clean. His lavander arms and legs shone, looking healthier when they were wet. He still walked sorely, though, his bones weakened and flesh changed as he moved back towards the couch. Antony couldn't help but to snicker as he walked by and the scent of, well her, went tumbling after. It was something that always seemed to amuse her when men used her shower and shampoo. Something surprised her though, and that was the fact that he had a rather large tattoo on his back. And he had called -her- a tattooed b***h. Cigarette finished and snuffed, Antony slid off the bed and made her way to the bathroom to shower. "Don't get my couch wet," she stated, glancing over to him briefly before disappearing into the bathroom.
He glanced over his shoulder when he heard her, nodding even ifshe couldn't see it. "Er... Lass?" He called hesitantly. "Hmm?" She replied, lazily making her way into the living room area since she had yet to undress for her shower. His tentacles twitched as he turned. It was almost funny how his tattoo appeared to be the black stylized lineart of a hanged skeleton. "Abou' last nigh'-" he started.She stayed silent, simply raising her eyebrows when he cut himself off. "Go on," the squirrel woman prodded softly. He shifted, turning back to sit on the coffee table, the suckers on the back of his legs where the towel didn't pad sticking to the slick surface. "I jes'..." He cleared his throat, murmuring quietly and begrudgingly, "Thank you." Antony nodded in acceptance of the thanks, but remained standing as she watched him for a moment. "Now you understand," she stated, face hardening somewhat as she remembered him calling a part of her naught but an ugly pelt.
He didn't answer, shifting a moment as he reached up with his strange new hands to fidget with his wet hair, staring down at his mutated feet and grown, twitching tentacles. Her jaw set and she simply turned around to make her way back to the bathroom so she could shower. She shouldn't have expected him to apologize for being an a*****e to her. He was male, and men never think they're wrong.
On the contrary, Billy was feeling terrible. It was real. It was happening. It was happening to them and it was happening to him. His stomach growled and he shook his head, dropping the towel to pull on his trousers, but stopped to stare at his scar for a few moments. Hell. That's where he was. It was simple as that. But he'd get through it. Things would get better. They had to. He pulled them up, the suckers along the back of his legs chafing in his jeans, but he would be damned if he was going to walk around pantless. It took him a few tries, but he managed to wrap his tentacles around his torso befor pulling his shirt on to cover them. People didn't need to see. "There's leftover breakfast stuff in the fridge I think," she mentioned just before shutting the bathroom door and locking it. It was time for a nice, warm shower. He could stay if he wanted, but Antony really didn't care either way, as long as he didn't try and bust in on her in the shower.
He straightened his vest, trying to ignore the cramped feeling of his tentacles as he moved to examine what the fridge held. Unfortunatly, nothing looked very appetizing. He supposed Octopi didn't particularly like bacon and eggs. "I... think I'm gonna' head ou'," He called over the sound of the shower."Okay then," she called back, not really wanting to rush just to spend more time with him. Afterall, she hated him, right? Yes. She was sure of that, maybe... All she had done was help him because she felt sorry for him, not because he was her friend or she liked him. He would be her enemy again the moment he stepped out of her duplex. No one knew that she had been nice to him, and no one had to know. That was that.
Without another word, Billy limped out, thinking along the same lines. He wasn't necissarily happy about it, though. Practically starving and feeling cramped, he limped towards the cafeteria to try again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:19 pm
A cold soak
Awen discovers Billy has changed- in more ways than one. Awen sat by the riverbank swishing her feet in the water. After what seemed like a long absence from the beautiful and refreshing waters which was her home for almost a month the manta was happy to return to waters she could live in. It had been a few days since she had been in town or even sleeping in her own duplex. Even with the tank she felt somehow more at home in these waters.
With his new tentacles still tucked away underneith his shirt, uncomfortably situated around his torso and under his arms, Billy had finished a somber, quiet breakfast. For once, he felt the need for seclusion. Too much had happened in too short a period of time.
He hadn't explored the island in days. He still had no idea what his new home really had in store, although he hoped nothing could shock him after what he had already learned and seen. A nice long walk would do it.
He took a different rought he had never taken befor on a new path, just to see where it lead. After a long while, he could hear the sound of running water, and immediatly he perked up slightly. He didn't know why exactly he was so thirsty and parched feeling- he assumed it had something to do with the tentacles stuffed down his shirt. The skin of his arms and legs was feeling dry, though.
He broke free of the line of the forest, finding himself in the clearing of where the river cut through, watching it from one of the rocky banks. Damn it. He was stranded on a tropical island, for christ's sake. He was entitled to some fun.
Without even sencing the young woman just around the riverbend, Billy left his clothing on the bank, stepping into the icy water to soak his sore tentacles.
Awen hadn't heard the man coming through the forest, or even enter the river. She had been too lost with her own thoughts. Mostly were of how nice a day it seemed, some were of Jamal, others of Lauren but quite a few stemmed around Sabin and his unlikely gift. Awen wondered if she was right, if it was really him. But she could think of no one else that had access to her room or that would give her something.
Shaking her head sne slipped back into the water and started to swim away. But something caught her before she went too far. An unfamiliar scent in the water. Something that obviously was not supposed to be in the river. What was left of the girl's nose wrinkled slightly. She didn't like it when foriegn things fell into the river so she turned and started towards this new smell. It was something unusual....
Underwater Awen turned the very bend in the river which had concealed the poor Billy and when she did the man was certainly not...concealed. She rose from the water quickly with a rather loud curse, at least loud for Awen. "That is the fourth bloody time!"
She blinked her eyes slowly as they adjusted to the clear air. And soon she saw the tophalf of her friend Billy. And his new..tentacles...? "Er...oh sorry." So there was another water one on the island now...?
Billy had been sitting still in the shallows, letting the cold water sooth his surgery scar. It stung a little, but the cold felt good. At the sound of a voice, though, he gave an alarmed noise, the tentacles that had spread to float freely and comfortably in the water suddenly dodging down to hide under the surface as best he could, the lower ones coiling over his lap clumsily in an attempt to cover himself. "Ach!' After he spotted the manta-girl, though, he calmed slightly, although he did sink deeper in, for what good that would do. It wasn't so much his nudity as the obscene change in skin that bothered him.
Awen had seen the scar that he was trying to comfort in the water but that wasn't in the forefront of her mind currently. It puzzled her some, of course, but right now she had a freshly transformed islander infront of her and for the first time since she found out she was turning into a fish she saw another aquatic creature. The rubbery skin she knew all too well was not entirely unlike the flesh that graced Billy now.
The warnings and words Antony had expressed before, all of Joli's ire faded from her mind now. Sure she couldn't entirely trust this guy, but he hadn't been mean to her and she didn't know if everything the others were saying was entirely true. The man was rather abrupt but that didn't mean he was taking advantage of Colche or anything. Besides at the moment none of it all really mattered.
Everyone else had fur or scales or feathers, at least one other islander shared these suck traits with eachother. No one had yet sprouted gills or rubber along their bodies. This was the first time anyone...had been like Awen. She swam a little closer, but still keeping distance.
"You don't have to hide from me." She said softly. "It's okay really..."
Billy couldn't help the sickening feeling that gripped his stomach when she started to approach him, the tentacle subconciously tightening around what he had left and he gave a wease, crawling away from her in the water, "No, s'fine. S'fine. I'm fine. Hey. There aint cameras ou' here, is there?"
Awen knew there were cameras everywhere, how else could Sabin have monitored them during the blackout? But she didn't think that saying so would help this situation. She backed a bit away at his reaction.
"I don't know..." She shrugged a little bit. "But hey, are you okay?" At the question, Billy gave a sharp laugh, glancing to the side to scan the trees, as though looking for the cameras himself, "Am I okay, she asks," He snickered under his breath, "Am I okay?"
Awen clenched her fists a little bit. "You know I'm getting right sick of hearing that!" She blurted out unble to stop herself this time. "I'm just trying to help, show people that I care about their well being, hope to help them in some tiny way and I get snide comments like that when I am only trying to ******** help."
The man didn't deserve it, she knew he didn't, especially with what he had gone through obviously quite recently. But that was just the last straw for her. "Billy, I know what you're goin' through, okay? I mean...not exactly... but I know what yer turning into and that's something water-bound like me. That's the first time it's happened, and I just...." She sighed a little bit. "I just want to help you cope with it as best I can. God knows I went through hell my time and I don't want you going through all of the trama. I want to help however I can.... I didn't mean anything by it.." The man shook his head, chuckeling bitterly as he ran his suckered, altered hands through his thankfully normal, wet hair. No use in getting too self concious- this girl was freakier than he was. "An' yer jes' th'expert in pain, eh? Experienced enough in life t'really know wha' it means, huh? Yer wha', sixteen, gel?"She huffed at the comments. "I am nineteen thank you very much. And I may not have had the hardest life before I came here, but I know what this island has to offer. I know the pain this place causes. I know what it's like to give up everything for this place, because I had a lot to give up to be sure. I know true fear since I've come to the island...." She ended quietly not mentioning directly her old phobia. Glancing up again she came strong once more. "But more importantly I know things about our bodies you do not, things that if you are not careful could likely kill you!"
She spread her webbed arms out in a open gesture. "I'm here to help.""Blah blah blah blah," He mocked in a high voice, "Personally, I don' buy tha' crap," He shrugged, turning his back to her as he stood to head towards the bank and his clothes unabashedly, despite his grotesque suckers. Ignore them. They aren't there. "Yer jes' tryin' t'make yerself feel li' a better person. Li' y'know anythin'. I aint sayin' I got it worse. I aint sayin' Anyt'ing. Aint none o' yer business. He flipped his trousers back on, still keeping his back to her. While his rear and discolored, sucker-lined legs were hidden from view by fabric, his tattoo still flashed for a moment befor he pulled his shirt back on, tentacles tucked from view befor he turned back to her. "Maybe if ye shet' it fer a minute ye coul' learn somethin' instead o' whine an' be a pansy abou' it. s**t happens, lass. People die and people shoot at ye, an' people ******** yer life up, but y'know wha'? There's always another ball!" His speach was slightly manic sounding, although he seemed like he was trying to keep his cool, the end of it undoubtably a Freudian slip.
"Not if you keep that up there won't be." She growled at him, never taking her eyes away. "You continue treating everyone like s**t and the last one you have will likely be cut off like the first one!" Awen's usual first reaction, at least the old Awen, would to be taken aback, bowing her head and becoming complacent. Not this time. She swam forward until she was on solid footing of the bank and walked forward until the water was only swimming around her ankles.
"Don't go in the ocean, you'll drown. Maybe not at this stage but when you change again I'm guessing that will be true." Her voice was a lot calmer but a lot colder too. "I'm not complaining, I'm not trying to make myself feel better. I've sat a lot about it when I was at the stage you are now. I was ******** hydrophobic turning into a creature I hardly knew existed. I guess it's not your business, and I doubt you care, but I'm not a pansy about anything. I was trying to ******** help you. From what I'm hearing of stuff you're doing I might be the only one on the island who will help you for God's sakes."
She sighed heavily and simply shook her head. "But whatever man." She sounded very worn out. "Go on doing what you're doing, live your life how ya want here. Just stay away from the beach because the salt probably will kill you soon enough." She turned around and just sat on the bank with her back to him. Not the smartest thing to put your back to a comflict.... but she wasn't in the mood to care.
Everytime she wanted to help she always gets this responce. She wasn't about to let him see the potential-tears look on her face, or anything else. She watched the water flow by and just wanted someone to comfort her like Jamal used to. She was far too stressed over this irish man at the moment, over everything. She just wanted someone to tell her she wasn't a freak. But she wouldn't be getting that, and she knew it.
Suddenly he was dodging into the water, grabbing her arm roughly in a suckered hand, making his grip strangely like being caught by another, thicker tentacle, "How do ye know??" He snarled, his voice a low angered hiss, the rest of what she had said unheard.
She hadn't honestly expected such the violent move from the man. When he barreled forward and grabbed her Awen had half gasped half shouted and ended up with a mouthful of water which went directly to her lungs. When he finally stopped, mostly, with his tightened grip Awen was helpless for a few moments trying to cough out the water. Oh the sickeningly familiar feeling made her stomach lurch but nothing came of it.
She hacked again but tried to pull her arm away. "I can see under water, you were naked how else?" She managed out in one breath while a few more coughs made there way out.
"Wha' makes y'say they did it?" He hissed, giving her a shake to force her under for a moment again threateningly.
At least this time she was a bit more prepared for the dunk and breathed through her gills instead of her mouth. She tilted her head to him her eyes a mix of anger and fear for what he was doing. He was supposed to be a good guy. He had seemed good, kinda sleasy, but good! Damnit Awen had to work on her intuition for people.
"I said someone must've cut it off because I doubt you would willingly do it. I don't know who did it to you! I didn't say anyone did!"
By the look of Billy's crazed expression, he didn't seem to believe her, his grip on her arm trembling as a tentacle slid out from under his shirt, curiously poking at her experimentally.
"Y'coul'n' know. Y'coul'n guess unless... unless y'were there! Unless y'worked fer 'em," He snapped, a second tentacle sliding out from where he hid them to wind around her arm as well, stregnthening his weakened grip.
Awen tried harder now to pull away but those tentacles stuck. The suctions were pulling against her rubbered skin and the muscle wrapping around her was somewhat stronger than her own. Her heart raced as she trashed trying to get away.
"I'm not! I wasn't!" Her voice was higher in her state of fear, the anger having fled to someplace else for now. "Billy stop it!"
"YER GONNA FECK WIT' ME BRAIN AS WELL, THA' IT?" He suddenly snarled at her, giving her a vigerous shake. To any cameras off on the bank, it might have seemed as though they were having a heated discussion, or even simply playing in the water together, the river splashing around them.
The shake and her pulling against him made Awen's skin burn where he was holding her. Tears finally made her way up to her eyes as she cried out "NO!" She kept trying to pull away while trying at the same time to explain. "I was trying to help! I was just trying to help." She sobbed.
He stopped, panting as he watched her face. Maybe she was telling the truth? He couldn't tell. He didn't know. His grip tightened for a moment as he leaned in, "If y'tell anyone," He whispered, "Yer dead, Fishstick."
Awen knew the threat was empty. Not that he didn't meant it, not that he wouldn't try, but Aubrey, Sabin hell even Moreau wouldn't let that happen. This, however, was not the time to say such things. The fear still coursing through her, her eyes still wide she nodded.
That seemed to be enough and he let go, his face still red with anger. He frowned further, though, when it seemed his tentacles were stuck, his inexperience with the appendages combined with the suckers on Awen's slick skin proving to be a difficult change. "Ach... Er..."
Awen tried to pull away now that he seemed to want to let her go, but as she tried it just pulled her skin painfully. Even with the darker blue-brey skin on her arms big red marks were well on their way to being formed. She looked up at him and was just going to plead just to let her go but with his "er" she knew he probably couldn't.
She pulled against it again but it didn't work anymore than the first time. "Great..." She mumbled.
"Shut it," He growled, his face going red as the tentacles twitched but seemed unable to pop free. He reached forward again with an embarassed grunt, trying to pull it free manually.
One of the suckers painfully popped away from her arm as he pried it away. She winced but then began to pry the suckers on the other tentacle away seeing that it works. She all the while had a glad on her face. Not at all amused.
Every single one had hurt getting off. He had threatened her, half drowned her. Awen stood for a few moments looking up at the taller man. "And I thought you were good too. ******** I was gonna try to help you through things...." Her eyes welled with tears of pain, and hatred. "But ******** you, you're on your own!" At her last outburst she gave the man a hard shove, her large webbed foot just behind his ankle to throw him off balance.
Without anything more she scrambled into the water and dove under as soon as she could. The salty drops mingling with the fresh water around her.
Billy landed in the water with a suprised splash, the tentacles hurting from being forcefully pulled, although the cold water felt good on them. His head surfacing he glared at the glints of the other aquatic creature befor shouting, "DON' TRY T'SOUN' LIKE SOMETHIN' Y'AINT!"
She was mad? Let her be. She hadn't been helpful, even if she was trying. And now he was frazzled, frustrated, frightened still and to top it off his jeans were wet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:51 am
Death by Tomato
In which Billy and Bobby have their heartfelt reunion.
Billy had left his meeting with Awen feeling twitchy and irritable. He didn't feel like going back to the villiage just yet, veering off on the paths to head into the jungle. The shade and moisture in the air kept down by the tall trees felt better than the more direct sun on the beach, especially after his refreshing soak, no matter how short it had been. His tentacles now lay tucked in his shirt once again. No need to keep them flailing about for everyone to stare at, right? Bobby was getting used to her little day trips outdoors. She would wake up, go to the cafeteria and make some meals, and then go out. Today was no different, really. She had packed a large caesar salad, salmon sandwich, chips, cream for dessert, and -of course- a variety of fruit.
She was walking through the jungle, humming a jazzy tune, when she heard someone else crashing through the paths. Not thinking anything of it, Bobby stayed on her course... if the two of them met, well, she'd deal with that when it happened. Usually, she was alone on these little excursions of hers.Bobby was getting used to her little day trips outdoors. She would wake up, go to the cafeteria and make some meals, and then go out. Today was no different, really. She had packed a large caesar salad, salmon sandwich, chips, cream for dessert, and -of course- a variety of fruit.
She was walking through the jungle, humming a jazzy tune, when she heard someone else crashing through the paths. Not thinking anything of it, Bobby stayed on her course... if the two of them met, well, she'd deal with that when it happened. Usually, she was alone on these little excursions of hers.Billy was so lost in his thoughts, still not used to so many limbs, even if they were held still and had to concentrate on his footsteps that he didn't hear Bobby approach at first. When the sounds of movement grew closer, though, he idly turned to glance over his shoulder. He really didn't feel like meeting anyone just then.It must have been the echoing in the trees that caused Billy to look over his shoulder, because just as he did, Bobby turned the path and the two were face-to-face. At first, the woman didn't see the man's face, but when he did... her face contorted in a look out outright rage and hatred as she froze.
It was HIM! In that instant, the entire incident played in her mind. She remembered getting the call over the radio; the time when she and her partner, John, gave chase to the criminal; John shot, dying in her arms; getting buried and knocked unconscious on the boat; and ending up on this God-forsaken Island! He was the reason she was here, the reason she would never be able to even see her family again.
Bobby's lip curled in a snarl, "YOU!" It was too bad he was still too far away for her to reach him.While Billy didn't get a chance to see who was behind him, the sudden cry of "you!" was enough to let his criminal instincts take hold. He turned on his shaky, still weak legs and ran, ran as fast as he could. Bobby kicked herself for being so dumb! Of course if she called out he would run... he did last time. She was quick to react. The woman was off in a flash. Because of her recent outdoors-y time and excersing, Bobby was back in shape... not like she had really gotten out of shape.
Soon enough, Bobby was gaining on Billy, who was still a little tipsy from his transformation... but it wasn't quick enough. Bobby wanted him NOW. Reaching into her bag, the woman pulled out the first thing that her hand touched, which just so happened to be a tomato that Ian had given her a few days ago. It was perfect: round, red, and juicy.
Reluctantly, the woman threw the tomato at Billy. Her aim hadn't gotten any worse from her time on the island. The tomato connected with Billy with a very satisfying, squishy... *thud*The blow of the fruit against the back of his head sent Billy tumbling to the underbrush with a cry of alarm, "Feckin' hell! Feck I've been hit!" His strange hand returned from the back of his head with syruppy clearish red goop. Who knew what his blood looked like now? "I'm bleedin'! I'm bleedin'!!" He cried in horror.Bobby caught up to the fallen man. The underbrush hid most of his new features, so he looked the same to Bobby. Not like she would forget what he looked like... she had made sure to remember him no matter what.
Looking down at him, Bobby rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, "For crying out loud, you are not bleeding!" She glared down at him...if only looks could kill hurt."Y'hit me!! Why th'feck didja' have t'hit me fer?" He glared up at her from the ground, picking tomato skin and pulp out of his hair clumsily.Bobby was almost taken aback. He didn't recognize her? Well, that makes sense, he was probably drugged up to high heaven that night! Not to mention, they chases him, not the other way around. "I didn't hit you, the tomato did! And what a waste of a perfectly good tomato, too..." the woman tsk-ed in the back of her throat.
"Why'd you run?" If he didn't know who she was, she wasn't about to tell him... yet at least. Revenge was sweeter when the person didn't know why you things were happening to them."Because someone was chasin!" He grunted, a tentacle sliding from the collar of his shirt to wipe his brow subconciously. When he noticed it, he blushed, stuffing it back in and away again.Bobby's hatred never left her face. When she saw the tentacle, she couldn't help change her face for a quick moment. So.... he was changing already? Ignoring his comment, the woman reached over and stuck her hand down his shirt. She grabbed onto of the tentacles on the back-side, careful to avoid the suckers.
Pulling it out, Bobby put the offending limb in front of Billy's face, "What's this? Didn't think one limp noodle was enough?""Ach!" He flinched, trying to pull it back, the appendage wriggling in her grip, "Let go! Tha' aint yers!"Bobby smirked, "Thank God it's not mine.... but you're right!" The woman flung the tentacle to him before letting go, "I have no idea where that thing had been!""Har har," He grunted, reaching a mutated, suckered hand to a tree to ease himself up. Since his transformation, he felt stiff all over. He'd get used to it in time, he figured, but for now it was all still new. "Y'seem t'be takin' it rather well, Seein' a man wit' tentacles woul' ha' made me jump only weeks ago."Bobby reached out her hand, and pinned his tentacle to a tree. She leaned on it, pushing it more and more against the tree with her palm. With a toothy and malicious grin, the woman looked down at Billy as he struggled back to his feet, "Aww, this? Believe me... I've seen much worse!""Ah! Wha' th'feck is wrong wit' you??" He snarled, trying to pull free, shoving her sharply with a hand and another tentacle from under his shirt, "Tha' hurts!!"She didn't even move when Billy pushed her away. Bobby smiled sweetly, though, in response. "Good! It's supposed to hurt! And what's wrong with me? I'm on this Island is what's wrong!" the woman growled."Well I'm here too, y'black b***h!" He yoweld in pain, the front of his shirt wrything as his other tentacles tried to find a way of escape from under the fabric. He wished he had gotten his knife back from Antony that morning, but had completely forgotten. "Wha' are y'goin' takin' it out on me?? I'm fecked too, y'know!! It aint my fault!""WRONG!" Bobby yelled in his face, changing her tactics to dig her nails into his tentacle. One of them pierced through and octopus blood seeped out. "It is ALL your fault that I am here! If you hadn't made a seen and shot my partner, I never would have had the obligation to follow you. I would be at home! With my husband and kids, eating popcorn while watching movies!"
Throughout her speech, another one of her nails pierced the tentacles. It was until some of the blood gathered and tickled at her wrist that Bobby finally let go and dropped her hand. The blood reversed its course and dripped from her fingers instead.He gave a loud shout of pain, stumbling backwards to cradle the wounded tentacle in his arms, his face red as he glanced up, "I don' know wha' th'feck yer talkin' abou', Lady, bu' y'got some serious issues!" He made sure he was well out of way, fighting the subconcious urge to spit ink at her and swim away. Obviously he couldn't spit ink, and obviously he couldn't swim away in the jungle. It was the tentacles talking. Pyroth was often one to take a venture in and out of the jungle, he had a secret desire to get to know the whole island intricately, after all, it wouldn't hurt to be able to go all-terrain if there was ever a chance of escape or evasion. However, on his walk through the dense underbrush, relying entirely on his sense of direction and nose for guidance, Pyroth heard quite a bit of yelling.
After a while, he couldn't ignore it and had subtly and "accidentally" drifted in the direction of the noise.
It was around now that he chose to step out of the undergrowth, finally getting a good look at the two. Hey! One of them was the guy with the drugs, the other, his drinking buddy from a few days ago. It took a moment or two for it to dawn on him that the two didn't seem on good terms.
"Uh...hey. I'm not...intruding on anything, am I?" he asked, averting his gaze with a playful smirk. He still hadn't noticed Billy's new appendages. "I mean, if you two want to be alone in the jungle..I understand."Bobby flicked her hand up at Billy, some of his own blood hitting him in the face, "I am not the one with issues, Mister!"
Her next speech was cut short when she heard Pyroth. Her face, rage written all over it, was looking in his direction just for a moment. It went back to glaring at Billy, "No, Pyroth, you didn't interrupt anything... In fact, I think you are just in time.... This is the a*****e that I was talking about earlier!" She gave Billy's shin a sharp, but not too serious, kick.Billy glanced back and forth between them, a look of frightened confusion on his face but gave a sharp cry of pain as he was kicked, his sore, thin-boned legs hurting even more and he stumbled towards Pyroth as though the coyote-man would protect him. "She jes' came out o' no where an' started beatin' on me!"Pyroth finally got a handle on what was going on and stepped forward to put himself between the two, at least for the moment. "Really?" he said, quite sure that Billy was a sound character, not the nasty man that he had heard described to him "I was talking to him the other day, he doesn't seem that bad." he frowned slightly "He doesn't seem to be fighting back either, can't be that bad." He was odd like that, beleived in making his own judgements, besides, Billy had offered to share his stash with him, not just any person would be willing to share something so valuable. He tilted his head at Billy and added "Another thing that's odd is how a 'housewife' would even be concerned with him. Is there something I don't know here?"
He turned his attention to Billy and gave him a critical glance, puzzled as to why he would be getting the crap kicked out of him in the middle of the jungle. It was around then that he noticed his hands, the purplish tinge and suckers pretty obvious. He grinned, not maliciously and in a told-you-so tone stated "Bad week?" Nothing shocked him any more.Bobby crossed her arms, her sack of food still in her one hand. She was trying to decide is, if it came to any blows if she could take them both. Her anger settled just a little at the arrival of Pyroth. A snort was emitted very un-lady-like from her lips, "Oh yes, not a bad character at all.... He shoots someone and doesn't even remember! He denies it, even now!" The woman pointed an accusing finger down at Billy
As for the comment about the 'housewife' issue, she was slightly surprised he even remembered, "Even a 'housewife' has to defend her family, especially in a place like New York City... where rat's like that one there thrive in..." With a rather vicious look, Bobby grinned down at Billy, "Or should I say pond scum?"Bad week? "Y'go' no idea," He grunted. He half hid behind the Coyote, still cradeling his wounded tentacle. Hiding them was just not working at present. These folks didn't care anyway. He fumbled with his buttons, happy to at least have his pointer and thumb, still, even if the rest of his fingers had abandoned him.
"I don' got any clue wha' she's talkin' abou'," He grumbled. "I've only been t'the states once an' I don' recall killin' anyone. I think I'd remember a thing li' tha'." Shot at a few cops, but what did that have to do with a housewife?? She obviously had him confused! "Listen, lady, We're all shocked an' confused an' ROYALLY pissed off, bu' projectin' yer problems on me ain' gonna help ME feel any better, is it?"Pyroth was not the one to be talking to about disregard for human life, he himself never did know the names of those he was set to involve in "orchastrated accident" only the number and address allocated to them. Sometimes killing was a way of life, it was a part of Pyroth that had blurred to a grey area. Someone could do something like that and still be a down to earth person, sometimes circumstances demanded a bit of harsh action. He wasn't sure how to articulate this thought though and merely frowned disapprovingly at Bobby, not blaming her for her actions but at the same time not agreeing, it would be hypocritical if he did.
"We aren't in New York any more, unless I'm missing something huge. Out here there aren't any guns and any grudges you start here will have to be held on for a very very long time. It's not worth it."
He gave Billy a brief sympathetic grin and added "Been there, bought the furry t-shirt." though admittedly, he felt a bit worse for Billy than he had himself, at least he had been becoming vaguely mammilian.
He shrugged at Bobby, at a loss what she was driving at, he had only just stumbled into the argument and was a bit out of his depth "Any possibility it could be just a misunderstanding?" he was tenative though, worried that Bobby's apparent anger might turn on him next.
Bobby ground her teeth. She got the impression Pyroth was hiding something. "No chance of misunderstanding.... non at all, sorry!"
Almost throwing her hands up in frustration, her anger was starting to spread to Pyroth as well, anyone to help her take it out on someone else. "You're right, we aren't in New York... and that is precisely the problem. At least there, I can deal with s**t! But you are slightly incorrect in your hypothesis... I guess you are missing something big. I would be here if it wasn't for that pack-o s**t cowering at your heels... so my whole reason for being here is around and very physical, I don't have to hold a grudge... I can work with revenge!"
Finally, Bobby turned her head back down to Billy, "What exactly did you do in the states? I don't care if you were there prior, I am talking about right before coming to this Island... which you ran to so gracefully. What were you running from, hugh? Can you feeble mind grasp what I am asking it to recall?"Billy stared at the woman, his comical fear and running slowly draining from his face to be replaced by cold, dangerous skeptisism. How the hell could she know about that? "I was lookin' fer a job," He said flatly, his tentacles wrything about his chest and stomach, squeezing at his own wrists in his sudden surge of emotion. It was amazing how a sentence like that could dive right into the darker guilty parts of your mind. Pyroth actually took a step back from Bobby, for whatever reason he wasn't sure, it was if by being a police officer, your aura of influence widened. In his line of work there had been an inherent distrust of police, they could stumble into a well-planned scene and become the spanner in the works. The corrupt ones were good though, could be paid to be off duty, or bribed.
Still, Bobby's attitude began to make sense, Pyroth hadn't been able to place her as the mild-mannered stay at home mother she claimed to be, but as a police woman it made a lot of very coherent sense, particularly based on the questions she had just rattled off at Billy.
He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in the direction of Billy, smirking very slightly at the sight of his fast-thinking extra limb "Is he right? Because that would explain a lot."Bobby scowled down at Billy. A vicious grin spread over her lips as he cracked the case. Okay, so now her cover was blown.... it was fun to be just a normal person for awhile, a feeling she hadn't had in over 10 years.
As the woman moved her smile to Pyroth, it took on a sweet appearance, "Well, yes and no.... I was both..."
She glared back down at Billy, and actually kneeled in front of him. Grabbing his already injured tentacle, she dug her nails in once again. Bobby growled, "You killed my partner and you alone are the reason I am here.... I will find a way to pay you back!"
Standing back up, Bobby threw Billy's limb back at himself. Without another word, she walked off... to attempt to save the beautiful day with a picnic.Billy gave a cry, the poor limb definatly needing care now. "Feckin' b***h!" He stood again sharply, his face red with anger, "Y'heard th'cat! Wha' happened befor don' matter!" He screamed after her, "Y'aint go' jurisdiction here, COPPER!"Pyroth frowned at Bobby's back. His skewed morals somewhat unsure what to make of the situation. He had lost the odd aquaintance in his lifetime and didn't neccisarily get why she was so upset but the other side of him sympathised, it was odd. His whole life had been about keeping his anger in check, to see it so unashamedly tossed around made him cringe.
He let out a long sigh, standing in silence for a bit before turning back to Billy. "Better watch your back, she's on the warpath." his gaze travelled down to the man's mangled tentacle and he winced slightly "Ouch. Take it those are new too? Better get it checked out at the medic room later in case it gets infected or worse."
Shaking his head again he added "Police brutality, up close and personal, never thought I'd see the day.""Aye, they're new," He grunted, glaring heatedly as she dissappeared through the jungle. "I'm turnin' into a feckin' octopus an' she's pissed off o'er nothin'!" He hissed through his teeth, the tentacle twitching painfully, his strange, not quite human looking blood seeping from the cuts she had inflicted. They would definatly be very brused. Like he didn't have enough wounds already!Pyroth nodded "Wait until she starts changing, then we'll probably see how quick she is to get vicious towards people. Some of the islanders are turning into pretty dangerous animals and if she starts throwing her weight around like that.." he shrugged
"I haven't seen you around since the incident at Chubb's duplex, I take it you've been through all the amenities the island offers since then." His tone was scathing, but only towards the rigours of the experiment. "And an octopus, eh? I had an idea but wasn't sure."
His nose didn't much approve of the blood seeping from Billy's wounds, which was a good thing really, kept him level headed. "Feckin'... bloody... stupid..." He grumbled, staggering down the path a few steps, "Bollocks." He needed to tend to his crushed tentacle. It was hurting terribly. The fact that he HAD a tentacle to hurt terribly still was beyond him. DOn't think about it. It'll go away. "Thanks," He glanced over his shoulder to the Coyote man, "Fer... y'know, helpin' me out. I'm no' very popular a' present, apparently."Pyroth walked behind Billy, pretty sympthetic with the guy, he seemed to have a face that tempted trouble and was getting the worst of the island. Both times Pyroth had met him, he'd been at a disadvantage.
He waved a paw dismissivley.
"No problem. Trust me, if you had a past like I do, you think it's pretty unfair that one guy is getting all the karma. Besides, you've never given me any reason to dislike you."
That tentacle really did look bad, Pyroth could only imagine what it felt like. "Must really ******** with your head to control those things." he said, pointing.
"I know my tail does."Billy gave a short laugh, stumbling along towards the village, "S'hard t'remember which is an arm, which is a leg. S'like me limbs all doubled," He grunted, "But only wee an' boneless." Pyroth smirked, he knew only too well the embarassment of new limbs and areas of movement, his tail and ears seemed to be controlled somewhere subconciously and often gave away emotions he didn't want to share.
"Ah well, I'm sure once you get them under control you'll be that bit more popular with the ladies" he chuckled "You never know."
The villiage drew into sight and Pyroth recalled that his package was sue for arrival sometime soon, it was a brighter prospect, especially if they had listened to his request.
"So, what's your name? Y'know just in case someone else decides to preach to me about the "bad man", I'll have a name to rebuke them. I'm Pyroth, though I think I already told you that before." "Pyroth," Billy stopped, turning to face the man who thus far had been nothing but a friendly, albeit furry, face, and a general relief from the angst that seemed to plegue him no matter where he went on this god forsaken island. "M'names William. Billy," He offered a sucker-palmed, slightly bloody hand. "Bad man? Wha's all this crap abou' bad man?"Pyroth took the proferred hand in his own half-paw one and gave it a shake. "Nice to meet you, Billy."
He shrugged as he let go "Nothing really, just that for a few days before and after I met you at the duplex people had been warning me to look out for some shady character, mainly Bobby though." he looked dissaproving "Hate rumours though, never believe them. The only thing on this island I believe are my own eyes. Glad I disregarded that bull though, I've met much worse people."
"I'll be sure to put them right if they try and sway me any more."
He glanced ahead of them "So where you off to? Going to get that cut patched up?"Billy watched him for a moment, digesting what he said as he shifted nerviously, his tentacles resituating themselves befor wrapping around his stomach and chest again, save for the wounded one still in his free hand, "I din' do it, y'know. I swear t'ye. I was set up."Pyroth nodded, whatever it was, he didn't believe anything that happened here was completely outwith the doctor's control. "If it happened on this island, whatever "it" may be, I believe you."
"They play with us, like toys in some grand game. You know that they threw us out into the jungle for weeks on end? And it was apprarently some kind of test?" he looked darkly up at the labs and the mansion on the hill "I almost killed someone." he admitted "Because she was turning into a deer and my head was so ******** up by hunger."
He flicked his ears back. "So no worries there, they have a hand in everything, no grudges held on my part. I just hope that the one I almost killed out there feels the same way."Billy stared down the path, his mind working, mulling over what he said. Bring a criminal and known drug addict onto the island. Take away his stash to make him crazy. Set things up accordingly. Everything seemed to click, theories and what-ifs and possibilities swarming through his head, "I shoul' go get this looked a'..." He murmured weakly. "I'll catch y'later, friend?"Pyroth nodded amiably to Billy "Yep, see you later." and with a brief pat on the other's back, he headed off up to the duplex, pausing only once to turn round and state.
"Hey, I might be getting some pot in at some point this week, providing all goes well. If you ever need to bum a smoke- I know it ain't as hard as what you're used to but sometimes it's worth it to zone out- my duplex is number 5."
And with that and a wave, he headed up back to his duplex, hopeful that the package would be there and he wasn't just guessing in the dark.
He honestly didn't get what people seemed to hate about the guy, he seemed sound as a pound to Pyroth.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 5:45 pm
Patching Things Up
Billy heads to Antony's Duplex to patch up more than just his tentacles It was cutting into the afternoon when Billy found himself outside of Antony's duplex, still cradeling his wounded tentacle as he raised a hand to knock on the door. Antony was lounging in her duplex, watching Amnityville Horror in naught but her lingerie and her black silk robe. Billy knocked harder, hoping that someone was home. It was difficult with his strange fused knuckles, but somehow he managed.Sighing at the knock, Antony grunted as she got up off the couch, haphazardly tying the robe closed before peering out the peep hole. Her eyebrow was silently raised before she unlocked the door and opened it. She was about to give him a curt greeting when she saw the state of his tentacle. They were nailmarks, she was sure of it, and pretty bad ones by the looks of it. "Who else did you piss off?" Antony asked in an almost redundant fashion as she opened the door further so he could come in. "Follow me," she sighed, turning to go get the first aid kit in the bathroom after shutting the door. All she had to do was clean him up and then toss him out again right afterwards. That way, there would be no guilt. "Again, it wasn' me fault," He grunted. He couldn't help but watch her bare legs, hypothesizing what was or wasn't under that robe. "Mad b***h practically maimed me. I figured ye coul' help." "Says the man who tried to kill me," she replied quickly, motioning for him to sit on the closed toilet while she bent down to get out first aid kit. Billy shifted anxiously as he sat, tentacles sliding and situating clumsily. He still wasn't sure how to position them to keep them comfortable. "... Abou' tha'... Pyroth says he smelt... wha' I was lookin' fer... y'know... in... th'place tha' curly haired lass wit' th'camera lives." He licked his lips, looking positively embarassed, "I was a bi' off me rocker befor. Jes'..." He cleared his throat, "Wanted to, y'know..." "Godzilla?" She asked, a slow smile growing on her lips. That Dr. Duvert really went all out didn't he? "Withdrawl... I know, but you still crossed a ******** line." A hard glance was sent his way as Antony pulled out a clean washcloth, wetting it before motioning him to hand her the tentacle. Gingerly he did so, "I think she feckin' brused it too, wit' all tha' squeezin' an' crushin'." He let the topic drop if she was going to drop it. He was rather enjoying not being kneed in the jewels- jewel. He gave a shudder. She didn't need to know about that. Despite her natural instincts, Antony carefully took the new limb in her hand so she could clean it up. The towel that she carefully wiped away the blood on his tentacle with was warm. When that was done, she set the towel on the counter and felt for the neosporin to rub on the open wounds. "Looks like she beat it with a rock..."
He hissed in pain, the tentacle twitching and curling in a defiant way, "Tha' hurts!! Careful! She crushed it against a tree. And dug her bloody nails in." She rolled her eyes, "You're a big baby." It took a bit of work to get a sizable amount of the ointment out on her fingertips, which she immediately began to rub into his wounds as delicately as she could. It wriggled and arched under her hands and he made a strange noise, his cheaks going red, except where the octopus skin crawled up from his hairline and top of his neck. "Migh' as well ha' hit me wit' a rock! Th'b***h was a cop! She knew how t'torture."She raised an eyebrow at the noise, corners of her mouth twitching upwards, amused. Once the medicine was put on, she made sure to bandage up the wounded tentacle. "All done. Want a sticker?" Antony chuckled, but tensed momentarily at the news, but then relaxed just as quickly, "She doesn't have any weight here." Her pot was safe, among other things. "Aye, bu' I don' think that'd stop 'er. She says I killed someone! Says tha's why she's here on this island! Followed me, even! Guess she jes' wanted me tha' bad, eh?" He gave a grin, chuckling at his own joke, if only in a sad attempt to ignore the pain coming from his new appendage. "Christ almighty it feels sprained! If a damn tentacle CAN sprain...""Well, you tried to kill -me-," Antony said with a roll of her eyes, "I'm not exactly inclined to believe you're incapable of doing it before." Putting the supplies away, the tattooed woman gave him a hard glance before turning and heading out of the bathroom to find her cigarettes. Furry white tails were poking out from the hem of her rather short robe, the middle one curling upwards along the edge of the silk. Sometimes, she thought the tails had a mind of their own. So far, he was convinced his tentacles did anyway. He took an extra legnth of gauze, fascening a sort of sling for the hurt limb after shrugging off his shirt. The fabric chafed on his sensitive, rubbery skin. "Tha' was a misunderstandin'!" He called after her, limping in the direction she had gone."It still happened," she said curtly while bending over to fish her lighter out of her pants, which were casually thrown over the couch arm. Soon enough, the lighter was found and Antony had a lit smoke between her index and middle fingers. "Aye..." He frowned, instinctively groping for his own cigarettes. The suction cup on his thumb made it difficult to use the lighter, though, and he gave a curse, "I need some bloody matches..."She sighed, flicking open her zippo and offering it to him. Once it was lit, Antony sat down on the couch again, crossing her legs and slouching till she was comfortable. "You suck at apologizing," the woman stated blandly, taking a long drag of her cigarette before glancing over at him. "What do they feel like?" It was obvious she was talking about the tentacles. "Feel li'? Li'... wee, boneless limbs, I guess... extra arms an' legs. Was tellin' Pyr they ge' confusin' which is which. Too many t'keep track of. I go t'life me hand an' lift on o' these buggers instead," He concentrated, giving one an experimental wiggle, "Shite, Din' I get the a** deal?" He grunted, sitting down on the couch beside her, too wrapped up in the after effects of his traumatic experiences to notice how short her robe was nor how long her legs. "Not really, I'm the one with the ******** tails," she said dryly before sucking on her cig some more, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs, ignoring the fact that her robe was slipping. Antony had never been one for modesty. Billy's eyes flickered over for a moment, but moved back. Video cameras. They were watching. She was watching. He pressed his knees together, his tentacles nerviously resituating. "Aye, bu' at least yer still mammal... an' got bones.""Nipples too," she added, giving a pointed look to his now nippleless chest, about to say something else when a positively evil thought came to her mind, a low purr escaped from her lips. "You know, I've always found your accent... Positively becoming..." Antony trailed off, purposefully letting her robe slip a little further. It was time to do what she did best. His eyes flickered to the camera again, his nose turning red, "Aye... I... tried no' t'think abou' tha'..." Indeed, the change had rendered him nippleless. But with the tentacles, it teemed it would have been rather cluttered if they had stayed. He supposed. If that made any sence. Like their whole predicament made sence to begin with.
He swallowed thickly, "Do ye, now?" His voice cracked."Mhmm," the tattooed woman murred, leaning forward and taking another drag of the smoke while she uncrossed her legs. "I've always had a... thing for accents actually..." She kept her voice low and sultry, her changed eyes trailing down to take an appraising look between his legs before simply glancing back up and raising her eyebrows. He could interpret that however he wanted to. His eyes kept darting to the camera, but his tentacles, even the wounded one, began to quiver anxiously. Now wasn't she the bipolar one? Or perhaps he had started to do something right? Maybe she had a thing for tentacles? "Aye, well, yer accents pretty fruity too..." He smiled, albeit nerviously. He said he wouldn't touch Colche. He couldn't shake the feeling that Aubrey would strike if he so much as glanced at any of the women, but that might have been his parinoia. Yes... just the parinoia. The ends of his octopi additions quivered, crawling forward subconciously, except for the one bound by the sling.She let him think whatever he wanted, his body language was easy enough to read, and that was all she needed. Cigarette finished, she snuffed it out in her ash tray before moving her fingers to untie the knot on her robe, holding her eyes on his. Antony couldn't have seemed more hot for him, her expression and body playing the part perfectly. Crap.
He swallowed thickly, eyes pulling away from her just for a moment to make sure the camera was still there. Crap crap crap. Bollox. It wasn't his fault if they touched him, right?
His tentacles trembled more, twitching and just barely keeping under his control.
Aubrey was right. He could function normally without it. That didn't mean the scar didn't hurt like hell this close after surgery, though. He gave a pained noise, the lower set of tentacles worming their way like snakes over his lap and between his legs.The tie was easily undone with her longer nails, and the silk practically slid off of her shoulders and hips. She chewed lightly on her lower lip as her eyes drifted towards the tentacles' movements between his legs. A smarmy smirk played across her lips, "Now what do we have here?" "I don' know! Wha' do we have?" He growled quietly. Still afraid to move, but not afraid enough to not enjoy it.Antony kept her eyes on him while she purposefully trailed her index finger's nail down the inside of the pants leg closest to her. "You don't know?" She cocked an eyebrow upwards. "Oh, I know," He grinned, still speaking softly, "I'm jes' seein' if you know." one of the tentacles arched, trailing it's tip along the skin of her wrist and he gave a shuddering sigh at the sensation.Antony watched him shudder, and after a moment or so, she went against her better judgement and moved her arm so that his limb received more friction. This was quite strange to her. "Do you want...?" She asked, absently leaving the 'what' out of the statement. He swallowed, "Oh... I..." The other two still healthy limbs followed suit like excited snakes with puppy personalities, all wanting a good pet and a scratch. Like an octopus that had found something interesting, his tentacles wanted to touch and explore. It was like having four new fingers, all be one broken. They were sensitive, their boneless nature making them even stranger a sensation that he wasn't quite sure what he thought of. But the combined exciting feeling of a new way to touch with the look she gave him, tails or no, sent shivers down his still rather healthy spine.She tried to stay relaxed, but the sensations were strange to her as well, and she couldn't help but tensing ever so often. They were weird and poking at her, after all. "Mhmm," Antony murmured low in her throat as she shifted to her knees and crawling a bit closer. Leaning in so her lips were barely touching his earlobe, she made sure to whisper throatily, "Want me?" Oh, she was cruel. But he was distracted by the new and foreign sensations. He had touched himself when wrapping them around his torso, he had touched fabric with them, and various other things. But he still couldn't shake the utter strange sensitive feeling of the tentacles. They were built for inquisitive exploring under water, feeling around for bits of food hiding in pots and shells and reefs. Straight against something had been exciting and frightening. He supposed he would get used to the sensation, but these new sensitive fingers craved to touch. And here, with her, touching her in this way... it was almost orgasmic.
"Lass, y'go' no idea," He breathed, the tentacles snaked up to gently skim over the skin of her stomach, rising up towards her chest.Sabin Duvert Sabin was once again watching the cameras. What had once been a duty that was often boring, only punctuated by the occasional bit of entertainment had turned into a veriable soap opera recently - full of characters he had learned so much about.... and even better... a soap opera that he could manipulate... ever so slightly for some wonderful results. Especially some of the incidents with Jamal... and Billy. Sabin had to keep a close eye on the Jamal incident to make sure that the toys islanders didn't actually severealy injure eachother... but to see Jamal pushed so far into a tiger mindset - scaring Emelyn... only to make her too fall into her own animalistic mindset to protect herself. It was poetic. His eyes swiveled to the scene with Bilious and Antony. A frown crossed his face. Just days ago Antony had been all but begging him to unleash his 'pranks' on the man, and now she was trying to goad the man into bed. He scratched his chin. Was it the tentalces, or just that she had let him get to her. He was a sleaze, even for her - and Sabin enjoyed it so much better seeing them at eachothers' throats. If she knew about him and Colch- A wicked smile graced Sabin's face as his fingers flew over the keyboard, queuing up the already-flagged video, and seetting up a synchronization with the small panel display on the intercom in Antony's room. ***** A crackling white-noise suddenly burst into the room, loud enough to be easily overheard above the pillowtalk. A few moments later the noise settled to a mostly quiet hum - a panel that very nearly blended in entirely to the wall panel above the intercom springs to life, casting a blueish light into the room. What plays over the screen is unmistakably Billy, sneaking into Colche's room... and the entire rest of the scene.. until Bili is knocked unconscious and Colche runs screaming. Her breathing naturally quickened, but she kept her mind in control the entire time. Just a little further. A little longer. A wee more ego boosting for her and then she'd be done. Oh, she had quite the idea just how much... WeeBilly most definately hadn't been broken by her knee yet. The noise caught her attention and she tensed, turning sharply towards the noise, tails bristling. Billy forgotten, she narrowed her eyes as the wall began to glow. What the ******** was this? Antony was curious when a video began, and she quite obviously tensed when she saw Billy enter Colche's duplex with a raging hardon. She was reminded of Stewart for a split second before her pale face flushed with anger. Speaking wasn't possible, but suddenly she was very aware of Billy's tentacles on her bare skin. "******** pervert!" Antony growled, pushing herself off him and glaring at him with utter disgust. One last snarl and she quickly made her way closer to the screen, backing up so that he couldn't jump her while her back was turned. And so she watched it. Something was off, but her rage was blinding her street smarts. "PLAY IT AGAIN!" She snarled, knowing they'd be watching, and as she expected, the tape played again. This time she watched it carefully, eyes narrowed to critical slits, watching every detail. She almost vomited, but something compelled her to watch it. When it was done, Antony was silent for a long time. He had just been getting hot and bothered with her and he wasn't nearly as... Sloppy as he was on the video. And who the ******** was Edel?! She needed to know, and she immediately turned and pointed an angry finger at Billy, "Who the ******** is Edel?! And no lies!" From what it looked like, Billy didn't exactly seem sober. If it had been purposeful, he wouldn't have been as nice. It would have been like the cafeteria, and Antony subconsciously rubbed her neck at the thought. It all didn't seem to fit, but that still didn't excuse his actions entirely. "Explain," she snarled, red eyes boring into the tentacled man. Oh, there would be answers. When the tape began to play, Billy's eyes were locked on the horrific image of himself doing exactly what he couldn't remember. The tape. The tape Aubrey had mentioned. "I was set up!!" He snapped immediatly, but was ignored as she watched it a second time. He stood as well, his face going white, his face twitching as he watched it again. Heard the sad, frightened voice of the mentally abused young woman.
He remembered Colche on the beach when he had first met her. He had thought she was some sort of dog. Granted that had been the cocaine talking, but- He had playfully perused her, but she was a kid! An animal! Both! He had liked her! Not-
Again, he watched his body collapse on her, watching the little cheetah princess tug herself free to scramble off in search of help, and the lab technitians pile in to cart him off.
To cut off his balls.
He had never seen the video befor. He didn't really believe that it existed. "Flyin'... Feckin'..." He breathed.When he didn't answer her, she simply closed the distance and glowered down at him, "Edel. Who the ******** is she?! You kept saying her name... Not Colche's..." With his reaction, dispite how pissed the ******** off she was that he actually hurt the poor innocent girl, Antony had very little doubt in her mind that he was not sober. On top of that, Dr. Duvert had taken away his drugs before the date on the film. It was after he had attacked her. He had no drugs and he was in withdrawl. Billy should have looked worse off. "ARGH!" Antony growled to herself, kicking a chair in her rage before turning her eyes back to Doc Ock on the couch. It didn't make sense! "How could you?! She's a child!" The tattooed woman gave him a look of extreme disgust and distaste. "And where'd they take you?!" She continued, seething while she referred to the lab techs who dragged him out. This was all giving her a headache. "Th'white room," He said quietly, still staring at the panel, even though the images were gone. What was the point in telling her? Would she even believe him? They brought him here to play a part. Should he play it? Should he rebel? How could he rebel and not end up sushi?
"Edel..." His insides clenched, and he could feel his tearducts ache as though he were about to sneaze... or about to become emotional. It faded quickly though, thwarted by what was left of his mutilated masculenity. How could he explain? Too complicated... he settled for the easiest word that barely scratched the surface of the complications behind the name Edel. "An' old gelfriend," He replied in low, serious but distant voice.The white room? Where th-the cafeteria! When he transformed, he mentioned the white room then too. Her brain worked overtime as she tried to figure everything out. But there were so many things, and she was so angry. Edel, she heard him repeat, and she was actually surprised when, for a moment, he looked as if he might cry. The moment ceased, and he finally replied. Girlfriend? Billy was, like her, one of the last people on this she'd expect to allow a signifigant other, and so the news befuddled her slightly. "You don't seem the type to have..." She murmured to herself before shaking her head abruptly and glaring at him once more. And then clarity hit her. "You didn't see Colche did you? Did you?!" Antony demanded, determined to know the truth of all this before he even thought about leaving. Her voice got a little panicked. If they could do that to him and cage Jamal, what would they do to her? She wasn't exactly peaches and cream either. Nevermind that. She began to pace, unable to wait for his answer as she talked out loud to no one in particular. Maybe if she talked it out things would make more sense. "He attacked me... No one detoxes that fast though... Couldn't have been sober with how downright sloppy and giggly he was... They aren't like that..." Trailing off, her brow cinched in frustration. She had been forced, and she had seen men try and take advantage of a passed out girl at a party. The tape showed something different. "The mannerisms," she murmured all of a sudden, glancing over critically at Billy. "Not with the usual..." Antony, having been around many druggies in her life, could definately tell the difference in mannerisms. True she couldn't pinpoint it down to the exact drug, but she could tell that what he had been on previously wasn't the same as that night. Clawed fingers went to rub her temples as she growled, "I suggest you give me your side of the story before I make a eunich out of you." Her threat, may or may not have been real, but she definately believed he still owned the complete set of man parts still. "I though' it was a dream," He said after a long silence, "At first... I remember i' like a dream... jes' bits. When I woke, I was... in this room... they left me there fer a long while," He strategically left out a key detail, "Bu' I was able t'do a lo' o' thinkin'... a hellucinagenic. Tha's wha' it felt like. A strong one. She din' believe me..." He swallowed, shifting to stand suddenly. His face was still white and ill looking, his eyes distant as he fumbled to find his shirt. "And all your drugs were gone," she said slowly, as if trying to swallow all this information. "Would you have done that to her otherwise?" "Wha' sort o' man d'ye really think I am?" He turned to her with a feirce glare."Just covering all the bases," she growled quietly, tails twitching behind her. "Thanks fer helpin' patch me up," He found his shirt, moving to skulk towards the door.Antony stepped in front of him, blocking his way out. "No. You're going to apologize to her." "She woul'n' understand!" He hissed, "She'll think I'm tryin' t'hurt her again. An' if she freaks, tha' Aubrey b***h freaks an' I aint chancin' it!!"She rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips before shooing him back towards the couch. "Then you write a letter, and I'll deliver it. If s**t goes wrong I'll take the blame." The last statement was added as an after thought, and Antony looked up to the camera as if to tell whoever was up there that they couldn't misconstrue this. "I don' even know if I can hold a pen anymore!" He spat, but ultimately sat. His own concence aching as much as his wounded tentacle and pride. "Oh you're not that broken," she grumbled, giving him a pointed look before going off to get a pen, paper, and envelope, all of which were set on the coffee table in front of him. "Wha' shoul' I write?" He grunted, " 'Sorry I nearly raped ye, lass! It was jes' a big misunderstandin' an' I hope we can still ha' tea t'gether sometime!'" He gave a snort and a bitter chuckle, shaking his head."You didn't rape her," she said quietly, lips set in a tight line, "Believe me." Sighing, Antony paused for a moment, to gather herself before turning back to him, "That you shouldn't have done it. Express how you're sorry and s**t. She's a child Billy... A child..." "I know," He sighed, "I know. I aint a moron." He took the pen in his changed hands, indeed relieved to find that the fused fingers with his pointers and thumbs left did hold a writing utensil normally. After a long while of thought, he worked out a letter scrawled in his messy, but still somehow legable handwriting. William Woodrow Dear Princess,
I am well aware that this note changes nothing, but seeing as how I've been threatened to stay away from you, Miss Antony suggested this was my best bet. What happened the other night was a mistake. A terrible mistake. Something that happened against both of our wills. Some bad person did something to me that made me act fairly mad, and I wanted to let you know that I would never have hurt you, had I been aware of what was going on. I doubt I'll see you face to face again, and if you wonder why, feel free to ask Miss Aubrey, and I'm sure she can in detail tell you exactly why. I hope life treats you much better than it seems to have decided to treat me. And I hope, Princess, that you can forgive me.
~Prince Billy "See," she said once he was done, "That wasn't so hard now was it." Antony didn't smile, but her eyes showed that her mood had been uplifted, even if only slightly, since he wrote the letter. It was taken from him when done, folded, and then tucked into an envelope, which she handed to him to address and lick shut. She hated how that glue tasted. "Why bother sealin' it if'n yer jes' gonna walk over an' give it to her?" He raised an eyebrow curiously."Because I said so?" Antony replied, "That and the glue tastes bad." She gave a wry grin before she stepped by him to gather her robe. He wasn't in the mood to be distracted by her bare skin. Constant tragedy and testical removal could do that to a man's spirit. Instead, he wrote the cheetah girl's name on the front and obediantly licked it closed befor handing it to her. "I shoul' go."She tugged the robe on, not exactly in much of a mood anyways. Well, not that she had really been in one earlier, considering she had only been stringing him along to leave him high and dry right when got on the brink. But no, her revenge had to be interrupted by whoever it was watching them. ******** spoil sports. Not to mention sick bastards. "You should," Antony replied curtly as she tied the robe closed sharper than she had intended. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. He was used to not being liked. It happened. It happened quite often. He was certainly feeling those vibes from the squirrel lady. Ah well. He rose without another word, shirt over his arm as he let himself out, closing the door behind him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:43 am
I'm a Freak, You're a Freak
Lunch with Zach Zach shoved one of the cafeteria doors open and went inside. No one else seemed to be in the room. Wonderful. Even though he was fully aware that someone was watching him through a camera or whatnot, he preferred it only slightly more to being in the presence of the human and animal hybrids that populated the island. He'd admit it, he hated them. Not the people, but the animals they were becoming. He could hardly look at changed islanders for long without something deep down inside of him loudly acknowledging that they weren't human any longer.
He grabbed a tray and with minor difficulty got a tuna sandwich, and a glass of water. There were plenty of tables to choose from - he picked one off to the far side of the room and sat down there.Billy had taken a long walk after leaving Antony's, An unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He'd have to find matches. Just as well, he was running low on smokes anyway. He wondered how the epople on the island got themselves things. As the afternoon grew on, he grew hungry again, silently wandering into the cafeteria. The breaze that had picked up talked him into pulling his shirt back on, tentacles tucked away and warm between the fabric and his body. As always, his timing seemed good, the cafeteria empty save for a small man off to the side. Zach looked up to see a newcomer enter the room. He didn't recognize them. They seemed to be normal, other than... something... going on with their hands and their arms, which he hoped were some kind of long gloves. It wasn't likely.
After taking a sip of water, he looked back again. Maybe the other guy wouldn't want to talk. As he stood by the sushi bar, he allowed a tentacle to slide out from under his shirt, picking up a piece of fish to shove it into his mouth as he continued to serve himself up, turning to find himself a table as he tucked it away again.The normality in the room died right there and then. Zach did a double take before he spat the water out reflexively over his table. Genuinely horrified, he looked back again to gape as the purplish limb disappeared into the man's shirt . Was that a tentacle!?
He quickly set his cup down and grabbed his napkin to mop up the water. If the other guy hadn't noticed him before, he must have heard that. He tried to sink a little lower in his seat as he worked to clean his mess. Billy turned to see the man scramble, but crossed the cafeteria to sit at the next table over, facing the opposite direction. He began to eat his fish, he didn't seem to notice the fact his tentacles seemed happy to slip out and help his hands, as though they had a mind of their own and mearly wanted to be a part of the process.Zach continued to sneak glances at the other man before he weakly tossed the sopping wet napkin onto his tray. He watched, shocked and quickly disgusted, as tentacle after tentacle appeared and began to work along with the pair of similarly patterned arms and hands. Soon, he didn't have the stomach to finish his own fish lunch, and very nearly he couldn't hold it in either. He looked away quickly from the other man's actions and covered his eyes with his hands to keep from taking any more glances - his stomach wouldn't be able to handle looking at the bizarre display of limbs.
"I'm just seeing things," he mumbled under his breath. What a lie. Those wriggling tentacles looked pretty damn real to him, as well they should. Since when had he encountered a fake in the past two weeks?Billy's grey eyes slipped over to the little one-armed man and back again as he gave a bitter chuckle.He shut his eyes tighter against the sound of the small laugh. Well, at least the other man wasn't taking his new look as badly as some of the others that Zach had met. After a couple minutes of silence as he fought his nausea, he let his hand drop back to the table. Now that he'd been sufficiently shocked by the newcomer, he felt like a complete idiot for it. Suddenly, Billy stood, carrying his tray over to sit down across of the other man, chewing loudly as he watched his face intently.Zach nearly jumped. There wasn't a way to avoid looking at the guy now, so he tried looking across the table, a little put-off by the loud chewing. "H-hi..." he smiled nervously. The expression on the man's face was one of intense scrutiny, and it made Zach squirm."Y'think I'm a freak." It wasn't a question. He continued to chew, smiling ever so slightly as he watched Zach's face.He kept his eyes level above the arms and tentacles, not wanting to get another look at them for a good while. He garbled out an answer reflexively, his fear rising a little as he was stared down. "Oh, no! it's just - I mean, you're... well you've got -" He gulped, the next word unavoidable. "Tentacles.""Exactly," He gave a snicker, popping another bit of raw fish into his mouth, thankfully with his hands. He shifted in his seat, still looking the othe rman over, "Wha's yer name, lad?""Um, I'm just not used to all this..." Zach paused, visibly confused by the other man. He still didn't dare look down farther than the face. The guy's bizarre hands were enough to keep his weak stomach occupied, looking enough like tentacles themselves. With his one hand, he brushed some of his hair out of his face. "It's Zachary," he muttered. "How long y'been here?""About two weeks..." He tapped his fingers on the tabletop, eyes darting between the man and the door, which seemed awfully far away now. "W-what about you? You've got a name too, right?" "William," He said flatly, "Billy. How'd y'... y'know..." He nodded towards Zach's arm, a tentacle unknowingly lifting to pop another piece of sushi away.Zach recognized the name vaguely. This guy must've broken Joli's camera - he could see why, what with all those extra limbs. And speaking of limbs... "Oh, this?" He didn't have to follow the man's gaze, instead he simply shrugged with his left side. He did feel a little queasy still, the tentacle that the man used was not helping him. Therefore, no need to go into detail. He'd only get himself sick enough to throw up. "A cave accident...""So it wasn'... y'know... *them*?" Billy cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow.It took Zach a good minute to figure out who Billy was talking about. He would have laughed if the subject hadn't been such a serious one. "Oh! Oh, no. Thankfully, no." He smiled crookedly, though there was still a pallor to his face which betrayed it. "I can see why you asked though. I guess it wouldn't be a big surprise if they started removing limbs or organs from us..." He cleared his throat, sitting back again to hide his blush, "Aye, well. I have 'em in excess now, i s'pose. I'd give y'one if'n I coul'." He gave a nervious, bitter laugh.He cast a glance around the room, knowing the cameras were watching. He wondered if this kind of conversation was going to give them ideas. It was too late now to take back anything said. It wasn't like they hadn't already chosen some kind of animal for him already - he, like Avery, was now stuck waiting with dread. Escape was so unlikely at this point that it had ceased to be a realistic option.
Zach wasn't surprised that Billy was embarassed about his tentacle situation. While there was likely nothing wrong with having them, they were just a sight that took a very long time to be used to. Zach's mindset was still one that could function better in a world without looking at half-human monsters face-to-face. His smile faded quickly at the joke offer. "I'd pass..."
He focused back at the table, still carefully looking above the area where the tentacles were moving about casually. He'd noticed something odd about the question now that he'd given it more careful thought. "Say, did they do something to you? Besides... you know..." He waved his hand toward Billy's mess of arms.Billy didn't answer, his eyes narrowed and lips persed together as he leaned his chair back on two legs to rock contemplatively. "Y'know, jes' a couple days ago, I wasn' a freak." He was sitting across from strangers, trying to tug their silly costumes off. He swore if anyone else grabbed his fecking tentacles, he'd remove their face through a gentle gradation against the gravel drive.Zach tilted his head to the side a little. He couldn't disagree with the term, though it was a pretty offensive way to put everyone's predicament. It seemed like this guy was very new, perhaps he'd even come here even more recently than Zach had. He asked what seemed to have an obvious answer. "Did they... trick you into coming here?" "Y'know.... I don't even know!" He gave a laugh, scratching teh side of his beard as he glanced up at the ceiling. "It wasn' wha' they advertized, I'll tell y'tha'."That's an odd answer, he thought to himself. He put his elbow onto the table and cradled the right side of his face in his hand. He shrugged a little as he spoke. "If it's any consolation, I'm sorry to see you've... changed." He took a moment before asking directly a question he'd had on his mind since he'd seen Rex transform. "Was it painful?" Billy's eyes flickered, "Ye'll know soon enough, won'cha?"That was as close to an answer as Zach supposed he'd ever get from another person. He couldn't deny it was a touchy subject. He looked away from Billy, at a loss for a response. With a grimace, he idly guessed at the creature the doctors had sentenced him to becoming. "Well, uh... you're becoming a... a squid?" "Squid?" Billy glanced over with furrowed eyebrows, "I was thinkin' octopus.""Octopus, right..." His voice wavered a little. With every strange animal he heard about, the possibilites for himself seemed to get more grosteque. Zach turned back, willing himself to survey whichever tentacles were flailing about at the moment to count them again. He looked away quickly enough. He still felt sick just looking at them for longer than an instant. "Then you have... f-four tentacles?" "Wha's th'difference, then? B'tween a squid an' octopus? I mean... I s'pose it *coul* be squid..." Billy hadn't thought about it. In fact, this was really the first time he had honestly thought about it at all. He didn't know why he was comfortable and calm about it with this man... maybe it was his seemingly nervious nature. He could at least get a reaction out of it. He lifted his hands to idly undo the buttons of his shirt befor opening it to reviel the strange appendages, including his wounded tentacle in a sling, "You tell me wha' y'think. Yer guess is as good as mine.""Well..." Zach immediately called up the trivial difference between animals. Science was familiar to him, even if it was biology. "Octopi have eight... tentacles, and I think squid have-"
The apparent randomness of Billy's latest action threw Zach from his thoughts. He stopped, practically biting his tongue. What the hell was Billy doing? But, as he stared, incredulous, he noticed the skin of other man's torso where it turned from a human pink to an alien rubbery purple. Those sucker-covered tentacles came right out of his chest!
Zach's first action was to gape in horror. The second was to reflexively rid himself of what little food he'd eaten that day on the cafeteria floor. Billy watched him, a wicked grin on his face, "Monstrous, aint it?" It was unclear by his expression what his feelings were about Zach's reaction. It appeared to be amusement, but there was something else underneith, trying to break through that he turned into a laugh.He was extremely shaky as he looked back up, embarassment flushing his otherwise pale face. Billy was unreadable, but from his laughter and taunting it seemed he was enjoying himself immensely. Now that Zach had gotten the disgust out of his system, literally, he could stand to look at the tentacles a bit more. With a shaking hand, he motioned to the tentacle in a sling. He was unable to make a coherent sound at first, but managed some basic words once he regained his voice. "You're hurt...""Apparently yer no' th'only one who thinks I"m a monster," Billy leaned in, deliberatly letting his tentacles flail all they wanted."You're- you're not a monster," Zach lied, hurriedly. He began to pull back as Billy moved forward. He shut his eyes to avoid looking at the waving tentacles any longer.
"You're just..." How was he going to put it... That Billy was a freak? That he was was perhaps the most disturbing thing Zach had seen on this island so far? There was no nice, polite way to say what he thought. Maybe it'd be best to finally get it out in the open. He opened his eyes again and stared down the man across the table, his expression not angry but sad. He waved his hand in an open gesture, though it seemed incomplete without a left hand as well. "You're right. You're right! I can't stand this place. I can't even stand looking at some of you... you changed people."
He drew a shaky breath before continuing, though at this point he was looking down at the table, rather than making eye contact with the other man's grey eyes. "Especially you, Billy." That seemed to make Billy's grin broaden even more as he moved to sit on the table, leaning in, one of his lower tentacles poking at Zach's lunch curiously, "Is tha' so?""Y-y-yeah..." Zach murmured. He looked up as the man sat down on the table. He began to feel anxiousness creep through him. He was amazed Billy was still... happy. If one could call it that. He was having a sinking suspicion that the grin plastered on the other man's face had nothing to do with having four extra limbs. Timidly, Zach pushed his tray toward Billy and his adventurous tentacle. The decrease in distance between the two of them made Zach a little twitchy. "Are you... looking for something?" he asked stupidly. Billy slipped off the table, moving to the side to lean over Zach like a school-lunchtime bully, his tentacles wrything in his bottled frustration, but his face was still oddly calm, "I'm a freak. Say it."Zach held onto the side of his chair as he regarded Billy with sudden confusion. He looked up, wincing a little at the tentacles. His wide-eyed look was one of fear. A nervous giggle mixed itself with his words. "W-what are you talking about? Y-you're not a... a freak." "Yer face says otherwise!"He jerked backward in his chair. His immediate thought was to run, but there wasn't anywhere to go. All he could do was stare back and desperately find something, anything to say. The whole setup seemed oddly familiar, in a bad way. "No... no... It's just that... " It's just that I'm trying not to get pummeled again like I was in high school. Billy grabbed the man's shirt, pulling him closer, the tentacles wrything and twisting, twitching as he ran the tip of one along Zach's face, "SAY IT," He snarled.Zach turned his head away to the side as Billy jerked him forward. His eyes were roving wildly as he tried to think with a mind clouded by fear. He felt the tentacle slide across his face and gasped audibly. An open palm blindly shot out to push Billy away. He continued to face the wall, though his eyes flickered at the corner of his visiion between the other man and tentacle. He felt an itchiness in his eyes. "Fine! You're a freak! You're a freak!" "A BLOODY TENTACLED MONSTER RAPIST!!" He bloowed, Zach's attempt to shove him off not working as Billy's top, unwounded tentacle slip around his neck, although not tightly, "SAY IT!""P-please don't...!" Zach's neck stiffened in response to the loose noose about his neck. He was shaking and terrified. He breathed sharply for a couple seconds. His hand went up to grapple with the tentacle, though he kept pulling his fingers away almost as soon as they touched the rubbery skin of the tentacle. The itch in his eyes had given way to actual tears which gathered at the edge of his sight. What a way to go. He was hoarse as he failed to fully repeat Billy's self-description. "You're... a... a bloody tentacled... m-monster... r.." "I DISGUST YE!" Billy screamed in his face, wrenching him upward out of his seat."Stop it!" Wild with desperation, Zach abandoned the tentacle and latched his hand onto the arm Billy was hoisting him with. He tried to dig his fingers into the sucker-less side, though his grip was weak. His fingers wouldn't hold onto the octopus skin any better this time. He scrambled to get onto his feet to avoid being choked by the shirt collar. He turned to stare Billy in the face again. His brown eyes couldn't stay focused on anything for long. Still shaking considerably, he tried to pull his way away from the octopus man's grip. "Leave me alone, you... you slimy FREAK!" he howled, barely aware of what he said. Billy's fist swung around to connect with Zach's jaw befor he let go, stepping back, his face dripping with rage, "Feck off!! Who asked you??" He snarled, "Y'don' have any idea wha' it's li' being me!!"The punch immediately snapped his head to the side. He sobbed loudly, though his cry of terror was soon cut off by the pain that had encompassed half his mouth. Zach slumped to the ground, immediately cradling his jaw in his right hand. There was a steady trickle of dark red blood running from the side of his mouth down to his chin. He rocked back and forth a little on the ground, his face frozen with his mouth half-open. He didn't dare move it for fear of making the bruising worse, but Billy's snap made him speak anyhow, despite the burning twinge that ran along the side of his face. He looked up at the tentacled man who towered above him, and between the fingers he attempted to retort. "Y-you're the one who-- owww!" Billy spat at his feet, "Y'make me sick." That said, he turned on his heal to storm towards the door.Zach looked back down at the floor again, shaking more than ever, feeling once more like a complete and total idiot. He closed his eyes when he heard the man spit. His breathing was ragged but quiet, and all he could think about was the steady bleeding and pain of the punch. It wasn't until he heard the door slam behind Billy that he made another sound.
With his lone hand still clutching his injured jaw, he slowly shook his head and laughed silently. Tears streaked his face, and between the laughs he was racked by pained hisses. In his mind, Valentine seemed to be right. The island was a madhouse. But was he mad?
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 8:58 pm
Jesus bearing lunatics
Billy has a run in with Stewart Well this was just dandy... Stewart thought as he walked through the forest, alone as usual. It was too hot, he was tired, and how long had he been out here? God he couldn't even remember the last time he had something more than grass and leaves to eat. "Ba-aaaaaaaaa-stards" He muttered, looking very shocked after his threat towards Moreau and co. came out sounding more goaty then it should of. Once again, Billy had found himself wandering the paths out into the jungle. He had never been to a tropical climate befor his faithful trip to this island, and was finding it fascinating. And increasingly hot. He kept his shirt on, though, but the sleeves he had rolled up to his shoulders, showing off his shiny, blue and purple octopus skin. After traveling fairly deep, he was about to turn around to head back when he heard a strange bleet. Did they have goats on the island? But no... he could have sworn it sounded more like a profanity- he had a nack at picking those out.Stewart paused for a moment.... He could of sworn he heard someone or something else near him. Walking closer he caught to what he really hoped was another person. And he saw... blue and purple skin? Okay, he had seen some weird s**t on the island. But what was purple and blue? Was it some kind of horrible mutated expierment gone wrong? Oh shi- didn't some zombies have blue-ish looking skin? Sweet Jesus! Moreau was bringing back the dead! "How do you kill a zombie?" He muttered looking around for something sharp or atleast semi-pointy. "Who's there?" Billy finally called, hearing the rustling of movement and the dim sound of a voice. So long as it wasn't that Bobby, he'd be happy."DON'T COME ANY CLOSER TO ME!" Stewart yelled grabbing the first object he could find... Which happened to be a pitiful looking stick. Waving the thing around he said "OR ELSE... I-I......... JUST DON'T COME ANY CLOSER YOU ZOMBIE!"Billy stepped through the woods to see a rather startled looking man... with what looked like... tiny horns? Ah well, they all had something, didn't they? Billy idly and begrudgingly wished he had ended up with horns instead of tentacles. Although he probably would have been offended by those as well.
"Zombie? Wha' th'hells wrong with y'lad?" He raised an eyebrow, unable to stop his chuckle.Oh dear God, Stewart though to himself as he saw the zombie-man clearly. Just how long had he been dead?!? Was he laughing? Zombies wern't supposed to laugh! Or have british accents! After looking scared and confused at the man for a few seconds he said "Y-You're just trying to distract me! So you can attack me and eat my brains!" This last statement was acccented with him waving his stick around like a mad man... and then he managed to poke himself in the eye. "Aggrh!" He muttered rubbing his sore eye. Billy blinked, raising an eyebrow, "Aaalrigh'..." He cleared his throat. Obviously, this man was a simpleton. "Are... y'alrigh' there, lad?"Stewart was starting to calm down now... He couldn't really be a zombie, well that's what he hoped. "....Not really." He muttered looking around nervously "But if've you're not a zombie... Why are you all purple like that? Are there even any purple animals?" " "Eh?" Billy glanced up and back down to his arms again befor giving a laugh, "I think this hsoul' answer yer question?" He turned them over to reveil the twin lines of suckers down under his arms, wrists and palms.Stewart just stared at the man't arm for a moment... Were those suckers? It took a few minutes for this to sink in. His eyes widened as he started muttering " Our Father in Heaven, let your holy name be known, let your kingdom come, and your will be done-" "Wha th'hell's wrong wit' you, boy?" Billy laughed outright at the prayer, striding forward towards him, "Y'think tha's bad?" A tentacle slipped out from under his shirt, wriggling a moment just to be seen ebfor sliding back in out of the way, "Oh, nice horns, by an' by. Wha' th'hell're ye bein', then? A sheep?"Of all the things that could of happened, he was not expectiong a freaking tentacle to pop out of the man's shirt. In fact it scared him so much, when he tried to back up he tripped over a room and landed on his butt. "I'm not a sheep!" He said, almost afraid to get back up "I'M NOT TURNING INTO AN ANIMAL!" He yelled again, was he still in denial after all this time? Yes, yes he was. "No turnin' into an animal, eh? Then y'were born wit' horns?" He gave a chuckle, glancing up to see if he could see the sun and how much daylight he had left. Stewart crossed his arms and mutterd a few things what would of made his mother cringe "I hate these stupid horns." He said almost pouting "Children of the devil are supposed to have horns! Not me.... But I geuss I rather have horns than tentacle..." "Four o' them, technically," Billy grunted, frowning as he continued walking again, ready to leave the hyperactive, apparently God obsessed madman to his own ramblings."W-Where are you going?" Stewart asked quickly getting up to follow the strange man. "I don't even know your name!" "I'm goin' back home," He grunted, rolling his eyes. He debated if he really wanted this character to know his name or not. "William," He finally concented."Home? You mean the village? It's not locked anymore?" He said trying hard not to look too excited by this new info. He later added "I'm Father Stewart Young, it's nice to meet you William!""Locked?" Billy didn't know what this Stewart meant. He shook his head, "Yer a preist?" It seemed almost funny, but it did make sence. At least he had an excuse to randomly break into prayer and not seem like a Jesus fruit. "Ach, no, it's workin' jes' fine, s'far as I know." He picked up his pace a bit."Yeah," Stewart said nodding his head "It's been on lockdown for the past couple of months. From what I've heard, there was some sort of explosion and Moreau went missing." He paused for a moment looking around for any signs of civilization before adding "Yes, I am. Roman Catholic to be exact." "Aaah, good fer ye, las. I'm agnostic, so don' go tryin'," The octopus man huffed. Lock down? What did he mean by that? "Moreau aint missin'. He's sittin' comfy in his posh house smokin' a cigar, I'll bet, wit' a nice tall glass o' brandy jes' LAUGHIN'. In STITCHES abou' all this, I'll bet. Soddin' b*****d.""Oh," Stewart said trying to hide his dislike for the word 'agnostic' "I guess that's better then you being an athiest" He added shrugging...then he heard the news that just about ruined his day "Moreau? Still alive? Damn, I thought we had finally gotten rid of him" Stewart said with a look of pure hatrid.Billy turned, glaring hotly, "Well OBVIOUSLY He aint dead if'n I got bloody TENTACLES jutting from me chest!" Granted, it had been Aubrey who had injected him, he still felt Moreau was to blame for his being here to begin with."Well I-" He started before getting destracted by a mental image of Billy's face on one of the tentacle monsters from those really cheesy anime porn shows "...They're really coming out of your chest? " He asked looking like a thirteen year old who had just seen boobs for the first time. Billy grunted, rolling his eyes as he turned to continue down the path back towards the village once again. "Wait!" Stewart said quickening his pace to catch up with the man " So you really have tentacles coming out of your chest?...I didn't know Moreau turned people into tentacle monsters...Heh heh heh"Billy only meant to turn around sharply, but his subconcious took a hold of his extra appendages once again, a tentacle shooting from the neck of his shirt to wrap around Stewart's neck and squeeze. "I don' take kindly t'bein' called a monster," He snarled, leaning in close, his breath smelling badly of fish and cigarettes. Thankfully, the not fully developed muscles in the tentacles weren't strong enough to strangle, but able to definatly frighten at the very least."I'm sorry!" Stewart cried out trying to unwrap the tentacle from around his neck "I ment it as a joke! Nothing personal against you!" He looked around nervously before adding "Anyways if one of us was to be called a monster... I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be you..." "I'd say," Billy growled, letting him go with a forcefull shove, "A priest what bleats. Tha's jes' common place, now aint it?" His previously good mood had been somewhat dampened.Stewart stumbeled for a few steps after Billy let him go, finally regaining his balance. Glaring at the octopus man while rubbing his now very red neck Stewart said "I've done some terrible things William, why do you think they brought me here to this Island in the first place?" "We all got our stories, Father," Billy chuckled, not looking back as he continued to walk, "Cry me a river o' tears!""Rather not," He mumbeled following after Billy once more "I've been kick out of once community, don't want people calling me a ***** here too." OH SHI- did he really just say that? Stupid! He cursed himself, mabye Billy didn't hear him? God he hoped so..."Comes along wit' bein' catholic, don' it?" Billy had heard, and gave a chuckle. He didn't want to know.
Then Colche came to mind. You're practically a ***** yourself, now, aren't you? He grit his teeth, his face red as he quickened his pace.Stewart was about to mumble something not so friendly, but then he noticed Billy walking faster....Was his face turning red? "What's wrong William?" Stewart asked "Touchy subject?" "Feck off, Father. This aint confession." Billy would have given him the finger if he still had a middle finger. Oh-ho! He had hit a nerve, but just what had he done? Meh, couldn't be worse than what he had done. "Hey man," He said shrugging again : No day like today...""Wha', y'want me to sit down here in th'jungle with ye, righ' here an' confess me sins?" Billy snorted, rolling his eyes as he pulled out a fresh cigarette to hang from his mouth unlit."Well, I didn't mean -right- now" He said rolling his eyes. Stewart then added pointing at Billy's Cigarette "Ya' know, those things will kill you." "No if I don' light 'em," He grunted, holding up a sucker-palmed hand, "An can't use a damn lighter wit' these b'sides."to be continued...
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:01 pm
Picking out Panties
Billy and Antony share a few piecefull moments in what appears to be friendship
And Billy has a drunken melt down which results in disaster Antony was doing what should be done on a proper vacation: lounging on a towe in the shade of a quite little cove she had found on the beach. She had a bottle of Captain and a couple glasses next to her, why she had grabbed two was a loss to her, but she was quite content. For all intensive purposes, she looked like any other vacationer. Except for the tails that is. The stack of catalogs next to her also stood out, and the tattooed woman was currently flipping through the Lord & Taylor one they had given her. The clothing didn't seem to be quite her style, but she looked through it anyways. Billy was feeling generally better after his outburst the previous day at Zach. He just needed someone to assert the things he himself had been thinking. People were being too nice. Too nonchalant. Too.... ACCEPTING of what was happening to him... to any of them! But ESPECIALLY to him. He had fecking tentacles growing out of his chest!
Those thoughts cast aside, he turned his attentions more to the beautiful scenery he had come to appreciate more and more. There was something about the sound of the ocean.... subconciously, he was sure the octopus growing out of his front wanted to crawl down into the mud under the salty waters, but he himself had his own memories that the sound of waves brought back. He never really had a home- not really. Not *officially*, but the longest place he ever spent in one place had been near the sea...
His steps slowed as he caught sight of a pale, bakini-clad figure. Antony. He hadn't seen her since the day befor, and still wasn't sure what their standing was with eachother. Things would sort themselves out, he figured. Just keep rolling. He continued to walk, pretending not to notice her as he grewnearer.Her tails twitched subconsciously when a breeze slid past her silently, bringing a familiar scent with it. Glancing up she noticed the approaching Billy, recognizing him immediately. Like him, she didn't know where they stood, and so she simply nodded and went back to reading. If he wanted to come over, then he would. It was the glimpse of the bottle of rum she had that peaked his attention, and his path curved to end just beside her, his hands half in his pockets, "Goo' afternoon, Lassy. Whatcher' go' there?""Catalogs for clothes and stuff," she answered, peering up at him momentarily before flipping through the dresses section lazily. Since when would she ever need a dress here? "Catalogs fer clothes? I din' think we coul' get mail-order here," He gave a chuckle, squatting down to peer over her shoulder, tentacles politely tucked away in his shirt."Yep... Would you like me to order a dress for you?" She smiled sweetly, and it was hard to tell if she was kidding or not, but she looked quite amused either way. "No, honestly. I've been wearin' th'same two pairs o' clothes fer weeks now. How d'we go abou' doin' it?" He reached for the pile of magazines to look to see if there was anything that might suit him. He stopped at one, though, his eyebrows raised and mouth split into a grin."Just pick what you want and tell the staff I guess," she explained, flicking past the men's section before tossing that magazine to the side. Catching a peek of his expression she raised an eyebrow. "What'd you find?" "Jes'... tell 'em how?" Bill was confused,but at her question, he quirked an eyebrow to show her the cover of the magazine he had found, "Go' a hot date wit' Chip an' Dale?""Just use the intercom." Antony raised her eyebrows at the catalog that he pulled out, as if she wasn't surprised at all. "What...? I happen to like nice lingerie." "I happen t'like gel's IN Lingerie," He grinned ufrther, "Wha' a coincidence!""I swear if you start yanking off next to me you'll be in a world of pain," she waggled a finger at him before picking up the next catalog. It was another lingerie magazine as well. "Oooh, y'shoul' get this one here... wif' all th'straps an' bells an' whistles li'-" He held up a picture of a complicated looking little ensamble.Antony flicked her eyes over to what he was holding up, grinning crookedly, "Oh but all that'll be uncomfortable under clothes." "Who said anythin' abou' it bein' under clothes?" he grinned, waggling his eyebrows."Hmm..." She murmured thoughtfully as she turned her attention back to her magazine, pausing on a page with corsets on it. "I guess you could pick a few out..." "Oh ho! Will ye model 'em fer me when they arrive, then?" He grinned even broader. "What? You want the fat, hairy b***h to model for you?" She gave him a challenging glance, hoping to throw him for a bit of a loop. "Wha', y'want th'sleazy, slimy tentacled man t'oogle y'modelin'?" He grinned back, not about to be taken down."Depends," she began, turning and raising an eyebrow, "Can you handle looking and not touching?" It wasn't a question of modesty in the least. "Oh, bu' I'm all abou' touchin' now," He waggled his eyebrows. "Eight limbs o' touchin'. Or nine, technically.""So you couldn't handle it," Antony purred promptly, smirking at him before picking up the pen next to her and casually marking a few things on the open page. "I don' think y'coul' handle me touchin'," He gave a mock look of snobbery, arms crossed across his chest. "You underestimate me lovely," she said, tails flicked behind her as she gave him a skeptical look. "Th'feeling's mutual, Lassie," He picked up another catalogue to thumb through it, hesitating only once when the sucker on his thumb became stuck to the paper, but he was able to tear it free with a couple tugs. She simply giggled at him shaking his new limb when it got stuck, "How long has it been since you've gotten laid anyways?" "I don' think tha's any o' yer business," He replied loftly, "Any o' these go' men's clothing?""Long enough to make you cranky," she answered for him in a sort of sing-song voice. "Try one of the department store ones." "Unlike some people, I don' wanna' shag anythin' tha' moves," He grunted, "Although I'd do her in a minute," He grinned, holding up an image from the victoria secret catalogue he had picked up to thumb through.Antony gave him a look of mock pain when he insulted her, but soon just smiled. "I take offense! I don't shag anything that moves... Nor do I try and ******** sleeping children." At that remark, Billy frowned. That wasn't funny, nor did he find humour in it. "Feck you," He grunted, rolling the catalogue up to slide into his back pocket for future perusal as he stood again."Hey now, you're the one who called me a whore," she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, "Oh, and Colche forgave you... Case you wondered. Letter was actually sweet." He wasn't as bad sober. "Aye, well, I doubt th' good Doc Aubrey fergives me," He snorted, his mood killed by the thought of that whole predicament."And why do you say that?" She asked seriously, closing the magazine before turning her full attention on him. "Because she don' believe me story," He grunted, his back turned to her. Hopefully without being noticed, one of histentacles slipped out from under his shirt to nerviously resituate himself through ihs pants. He had been feeling exceedingly sore and lopsided.Antony giggled, noticing the movement in his pants and the small flash of tentacle, "You still haven't gotten the hang of the extra limbs have you?" She chuckled warmly, letting it be known that she wasn't insulting him. "Hrm?" He turned to face her again, blushing ever so slightly, "Ach... aye, no. They're complicated. Gettin'... better a' knowin' which is which, bu' still's confusin'," He admitted lamely, feeling rather embarassed.She waved his embarassment off, patting the ground next to her, "I can only imagine... I mean, I have the tails..." Frowning as they gave a proud flick, Antony glanced back at them as if telling them to behave. "S'like if'n y'don' pay attention, they do shite on their own," He huffed, begrudgingly sitting once again, reaching to unbutton his shirt and attempt to get a bit of sun as well. His wounded tentacle was begining to feel a little better and he eased it out of the sling, giving it a meek stretch."The tails do that s**t too," she echoed, watching him stretch out the wounded tentacle. Her hand cautiously reached out to check the bandages. "Did I do a good patch up job?" "Aye, it wasn't tha' bad... I think it was mostly wounded pride an' I wanted t'feel better. Bu' they were brused!" He hissed as it sent a wave a pain up into him and he tucked it down again, "It's on it's way, though. Thank ye.""You wanted to feel better... So you came to me?" Her eyebrows raised in obvious surprise and confusion. It didn't make sense. Then again, he wasn't exactly a guy who made sense. "Eh, I felt bad for you." "Y'helped me after... I changed," He shrugged, clearing his throat, "I don' know, bu' y'seemed li' th'person t'go to."She opened her mouth as if she was going to say something smart, but she simply closed it and nodded quietly. "The dreams are the worst," Antony murmured softly, recalling the image of her father's dead body almost instantly. "Dreams?" He frowned, glancing up at her. "What'd'ye mean?" He had had an interesting dream that night, come to think of it... but he hadn't thought about it untill now."Nightmares rather," she stated carefully, not really wanting to go into detail about her own, and her face conveyed that whether she wanted it to or not. "mmm..." All of his dreams had been strange and terrible since the... change. He figured it would pass. He shifted uneasily, watching her intently, "Is it always... as painfull as tha'? I mean... changin'... I though I was gonna' die.""It..." She trailed off, running a hand compulsively through her hair before continuing, "From what I gather... Yes, if not more so..." Her gaze flicked over to him briefly before she looked out towards the ocean. The pain during the transformation was nothing compared to how painful the knowledge that she would never see her father again. Billy shuddered, his face visibly pailing. He didn't know the effects his detox and too-early injection had taken. The pain could be worse than that? He shuddered, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. He stopped his hand to stare at his now strange palm, his thoughts churning and eyes distant.
The initial pain of the detox was over... but he still wanted a fix. And he wanted one badly.Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him staring at his hand, and she felt bad for him. Her hands simply grew claws, but his weren't even five fingers anymore. Not to mention the suckers. But at least he believed it. "You know, I find you much more pleasant when you're not tweaking out," she turned to look at him in a seriously, her gaze as soft as she could make it. He didn't answer right away, lowering his hand to rest it in his lap. "I'd rather no' talk about it," He grunted finally, groping for his cigarettes to put one in his mouth unlit like he had been recently."Just saying," she replied, gaze following the cigarette in a hungry fashion, so she rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the bag that had been behind her. When she found her pants, she rustled in them until she had found her own pack and lighter. Her tails swished happily on their own and she failed to notice the blunt that dropped out of her pocket onto the sand as she returned to her seat. Billy caught sight of the movement out of the courner of his eye, glancing down at the brown shape in the sand, "Din' take y'as a cigar smoker," He chuckled weakly, a tentacale reaching out to gingerly pick it up and bring it to his hand."I don't smoke cigars," she answered quizzically, attention sliding to him as she lit a cigarette of her own. Her eyes widened somewhat and she immediately motioned for her to give it back. Antony wasn't sure she wanted to share her pot with him quite yet. But he had already heald it up to his nose, giving it a good sniff befor turning to her with a grin, "Finders keepers, I say."She looked as if she was going to object for a moment, but soon just shrugged and motioned he could have it. "Smoke it, I have more elsewhere." He glanced around the beach, eyebrows raised, "No one's aroun'. I'd be more'n willin' t'share. I prefer uppers, personally, bu' who can say no t'a bi' o' th'weed, eh?" Maybe it would help keep his mind off of things."They don't care about pot," she said, though she eyed the offer in his hand critically. Antony knew how she got when she was high, and she knew saying not wouldn't be a possibility then. "Go' a light, then?" He offered the end of it to her, "These thumbs don' do well wit' th'flint bit. Keep gettin' me thumb sucker stuck in th'works, if y'know wha' I mean."She flipped open her zippo and held the flame out for him, hopefully the contact high wouldn't be so much that she'd lose control. He gave a long drag, coughing at the end of it as thick white smoke curled around both of them befor being whisked away by the ocean breaze. "S'bit dry," He chuckled once he had regained his ability to breath, "How long y'had tha'?""Dunno, probably been in my bag for a while since I didn't even know it was there," Antony shrugged, inhaling the second hand out of habit before she abruptly changed her mind and sucked on her cigarette instead. Like it mattered, she had two bags full in her duplex. He took another pull, sitting back in the sand to lean on an elbow. "I hae'n smoked in a long while..." He sighed whistfully."Helps with transformations," she admitted, not quite stupid enough to admit some of the consequences that usually occured with her. "Does it? So... it's medicinal?" He gave a chuckle, offering it over to her after taking another puff."I'm sure getting piss drunk would have helped too, but..." She trailed off, glancing at the blunt for a moment before conceeding and taking it from him. In trade, she offered him her cigarette to smoke. He leaned back, giving a good inhale of the cancer stick with a happy sigh. "So it'll happen again." It wasn't a question anymore, more of a confirmation of his worry. "Jesus.""Unfortunately," she murmured while taking a healthy drag of the blunt. That being done, Antony carefully settled herself down on her back in a way that her tails would all be comfortable. Billy simply lay on his back, tentacles folded up on his chest. They and his arms were feeling rather dry in the sun, but he figured he'd walk out for a swim later. Nothing like a good soak, he begrudgingly sighed to himself. Wow. It had been a long time since he had smoked. A long long time. It was a lot different than the other buzz... mellower. Quieter. Calmer. His tentacles twitched and he hissed through his teeth in alarm, "That'll ne'er stop feelin' fecked up."Antony lazily turned her head to the side at the exclamation, giggling softly before taking one last drag. Not to high. She had to stay in control. Reaching over to hand Billy the blunt, the tattooed woman waved her hand when he didn't take it fast enough. "Hrm?" It took Billy a moment befor he spotted her, his tentacle moving faster than his hand to wrap around the end of the blunt and he gave a snort of surpise. Suddenly, he gave a wobbling grin, "Think I ca' do it?""Suure," she grinned, moving to prop herself up on her side, curves quite apparent in this position. "You know... You're like walking tentacle porn." She had no clue where that came from. "Ah... ah... ach, there g'ose..." The blunt shivered and trembled as he concentrated on movnig the tentacle to his mouth. For some reason, when food was involved, the damn things seemed to work on their own. If he wanted anything, he had to concentrate. His tentacle moter skills seemed testy. He managed to bring it to his lips, taking a victorious puff befor he lowered it again, "Didja' see tha'?" It took him a moment befor he even registered what she had said, "Tentacle porn?" His brows furrowed.Antony giggled as if Billy were a little kid that just drew her a really ugly picture but was damn proud of it nonetheless. Fridge worthy even. So of course, the tattooed woman gave him a round of applause, and then giggled more at his question. "Anime something... Monsters ******** girls with tentacles." She wiggled her fingers, breaking into even more laughter. He coughed, shakily managing to hand it back to her, "I s'pose if I *had* t'turn into a monster, tha's no' a bad monster t'be!"She waved the offer away, trying to stop her giggles and failing, "I get bad when I'm high." "I'n bein' high an' act o' bein' bad t'begin' wit, lassie?" He snickered, taking a pull of the communal cigarette befor taking his own and lighting it from the cherry befor handing it back to her. "No no no, not breaking the law bad... Like..." She looked thoughtful for a moment, thinking hard about how to explain it. Finally she figured it out and beamed, taking the smoke from him with a silly grin, "Naughty! Yeah, that's it." "Really, now?" He snickered, tentacles fidgeting, "Hungry fer some sushi, eh?""No~ I don't like sushi," she rambled, watching his tentacles with a bit of amusement. "Then wha'd'y'fancy?" He shifted, settling down comfortably to watch the clouds idly. His hands were folded akwardly over his stomach between the sets of tentacles which curiously poked at the sand and her blanket and any little seashell they could come across.Antony scooped up a handful of sand before dumping it on top of the nearest tentacle. "Hmm... Cheesecake's lovely." He let it be buried, cocking his head at the clouds, "I ne'er really liked it, personally. I li' cheese an' I like cake. Jes' no' at th'same time.""But cheesecake isn't cheesy~ It's orgasmic." She purred at the idea of cheesecake, eyes taking on a wanting look. He glanced over at her with a cocked eyebrow, grinning for a few moments befor he started laughing. "I din' think Squirrels were fond o' dairy.""I'm not a squirrel," she huffed, flicking sand at him irritably. Just because she had tails didn't make her a full blown squirrel. "Well, aint tha' where we're goin'? Y'said we keep changin'... Pyroth's all furry, fer instance... we jes' gonna keep changin' untill we're no' human ata'll anymore? Jes' an octopus an' a squirrel an' we'll die here...""But I'm not one YET!" She grumped, giving him a half hearted glare before taking a drag from her cigarette and sulking. "They got it at tha' cafeteria? I s'pose y'better enjoy it while y'still can," He sighed, clearly depressed and looking slightly annoyed by this fact. He pulled his tentacles out of the sand, "Is there any feckin' booze on this damn island?""Well, the Captain is right thur," she said cheerily, making a sweeping motion with her hand as if grandly offering it to him. "Hrm?" He glanced down bleerily befor settling again, "Ach, so there is! So there is! I think I better have another puff a'fore I take a sip, hrmm?" He lifted the blunt to take yet another pull befor handing it off to her to unscrew the top of the rum befor taking a long, heafty swig.Antony took the blunt, or rather what was left of it, without complaint, watching him dive into the alcohol almost immediately. "You are so gone," she snickered, reaching out to curiously poke at the nearest tentacle. It twitched and he snorted, giving a cry as rum went up his nose, "CHRIST tha' burns!" He coughed, weasing as he wobbled, handing the bottle over to her, "Feckin' island an' it's feckin' headgames," He sighed, though, shaking his head. The tentacle stretched towards her hand, though, curiously feeling it's way about the world.She laughed when he snorted the rum, carefully taking the bottle from him and eyeing it blankly before shrugging and taking a swig herself. The blunt was forgotten in her fingers as Antony continued to experiment with the tentacle. "Wha're y'doin', Lass?" He reached to take the bottle back, the tentacle tentitively coiling itself around her fingers like a curious snake."Touchin'," she replied without even glancing up at him, tugging on the tentacle with her finger to see if it was stuck. He kept a good hold, the thing twisting to entangle itself even better. "Touchin'?" He took a swig, glancing her up and down, "We'd be better cuttin' th'damn things off.""An' will we cut off Wee Billy too?" She asked, tickling the tentacle by wiggling her finger as best as she could in the grip. It was a strange feeling, but not a bad one. His face went red and the tentacle flinched back, "That's no' funny." A scowl now planted firmly on his greasy features, he took yet another swig. Spending over a decade in Ireland had left him with an iron gut and a tolerant thirst.Antony rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't though... It's just cruel..." Granted she had kneed him in the balls several times, but she had never gone Loraina on anyone. "This whole thing," He shook his head, gesticulating with the bottle in hand, his tentacles twitching and apparently only mildly under his control, "Is bollox. Assery! Cruel an' unusual punishment unecissarily brough' on by madmen wit' power! It all come down t' th'bloody amount in yer pocket! An' if y'try t'break th'damn cycle, y'find yerself of't, r'worse! Stuck on a bleedin' island, surgically mutilated an' gen-gen-uh... Gen Eh Tick'ly ********! Soddin' tentacles an' testicals an' tails an' bullshit an' wha's th'use?" He grutned, drowning his angst with another swig, "I seem t'ha' drank o'er half yer bottle. I'm sorry.""Testicles?" She questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Where the hell was he pulling this s**t out of anyways? Then again, he was quite drunk it seemed, his accent had gotten quite thick and she had to fight her hormones for a bit. "Oh, I have more..." His attention was perked as were his eyebrows, "Really, now? Then y'won' ha' no troubles wit' me emptyin' this, then? Good. Good. Lovely," He leaned back to take another swig, gasping afterward and smacked his lips. He raised a hand to rub his face, but a stucker got snagged on his forhead, leaving a red welt and a loud curse. "Bloody feckin'-" Antony was sobering up, and quite curious about the testicles and surgery slip. Only one way to find out. Grunting, the tattooed woman pushed herself to her hands and knees, making sure he had a lovely view of the twins as she 'swaggered' closer to him. "Aw, want me to kiss it and make better?" He gave another laugh, leaning back on his elbows as he grinned at her, grey eyes darting from her face to her chest, up and back again, "If yer so inspired, I aint complainin'!"The gaze was noticed, but she simply used it to her advantage, swinging a leg over his waist and leaning forward just enough so that her breasts were brushing against his chest. He gave a low, intoxicated chuckle, grinning up at her stupidly, "Comfy?" Gingerly, his tentacles flailed, his drunken state making his controle even worse as they tried to poke about her skin and wrap around her waist.Her lips curled into a grin as she sat up and reached both hands behind her. One of which lazily untied her swim top, but making sure to take her time while she stripped it off. The other hand unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with relative ease and little disturbance. And then she went in, appraising the area almost immediately with a purr, which stopped short when she felt something missing. He seemed too distracted by alchohol and womanly curves to remember what he was missing, tentacles slipping along her waist and sides excitedly, "Ach... there's a thing, aint it.." He licked his lips, leaning in drunkenly with the intent to kiss.The tattooed woman wore a dumbfounded look of shock, brain trying to figure what happened in it's own altered haze. "You're..." She couldn't quite find a tactful way to inform him, but before she could say more, Antony was caught in a rather pleasant kiss. Instinctively, she leaned into him and returned it, casting the testicle worries aside for now. Maybe he had had cancer? "Aww, hell," He breathed, hands roaming across her back, and tentacles prodding and exploring her front, lips parted and his goatee scratchy against her skin.She removed her hand from his pants so she could lean into him more, arching her back somewhat at the added sensations. His mind seemed to be along the same lines, shuddering and gasping as the extra limbs pressed against her, exploring her by touch enthusiastically. They were clammy and rubbery, but were warmed by their combined body heat. "So now yer'," He breathed through a kiss, "Ready t'try, eh?"She pulled back to catch her breath and found herself unable to go anywhere even if she wanted to, and so she was torn. Torn between a bit of sadistic revenge and her loins. The latter won, and she simply tossed her top to the side, "You gonna prove yer worth?" "Yer no' gonna kick me in th'privvies?" He laughed outright befor giving a groan, his grip around her tightening.She shook her head, knowing fully well that she couldn't get away now even if she tried, a low, raspy sigh leaving her lips when his grip tightened. He kissed her neck, tentacles quivering and sliding over her skin, "Nn, Lassie... Gonna' behave, then?"Tilting her head back, she gave a rumbling chuckle, "Define... Behave..." Somewhere in the back of Billy's drunken mind, the octopus stirred. his tentacles were wrapped around something so tightly... prey? Was it prey? Did it taste good? Could it be strangled? Could it be eaten? His grip around her tightened even more, almost uncomfortably as he dipped his head, suddenly biting her arm.Antony went rigid when he tightened further, the squirrel inside her screaming for a tree, and right when she was about to complain... he bit her. Hard. She gave a pained cry, eyes wide in disbelief, "Gerrof you one balled freak!" So much for tact. The exclimation seemed to snap him back into his head, eyes opening and tentacles flinching back off of her, "Ach-" What the hell had just happened?? A look of utter confusion took over his face, his mind trying to digest how he had come to the conclusion of *biting*. She just... was in his tentacles and... "Jesus!"Instincts or not, Antony was angry and the squirrel wanted away right now. She immediately stood and put distance between the two of them. Tree. Find a tree. Safety's there. "I ha' no idea wha' tha' jes'-" He broke off, her insult sinking in finally, and his face went white, "Ach- you-"It was obvious she knew, but Antony didn't care about that right now. With the squirrel chittering at her to haul her a** up a tree conflicting with her last tree experience on the island, Antony was rooted where she was standing in the sand. "You tried to eat me! An' not in the good way either!" "I don' know wha' tha' was!" He tried to explain, sitting up with a weak and confused expression, his face still white. She knew! But she hadn't said anything... maybe she wouldn't? She wouldn't tell anyone, would she? She had better not, or he *would* eat her. Literally.Finally, Antony got the squirrel to shut up enough to address is previous comment. "Why do you..." She motioned to his opened pants silently, "You're missing bits." his paled face suddenly went red, his lips pursing as he glanced down at hte bottle of rum propped in the sand. Wordlessly, he took another swig. He was drunk, but he wasn't sure if he was drunk enough to talk about it.Her tails were still bristled from the previous events, but finally began to settle down and depuff. She bent down and quickly scooped up her top, pulling it back on and knotting it quickly. Billy stared at the bottle and it's increasingly lowering amount of liquid inside. This fecking island. He couldn't even get a shag without something happening.Antony raised an eyebrow at the amount of alcohol he had already disposed of in his body, breathing slowly returning to normal. "What happened?" She asked quietly. He made a small, drunkenly disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, tentacles self conciously coiling back up against his chest. "Th'white room," He mumbled weakly."It happened here?" She sounded surprised, having figured that it was cancer or something like Lance Armstrong had. "Not cancer?" Just to make sure. "NO' ********' CANCER!" He snarled, the alchohol suddenly swinging him into a more violent temper, "She though' I did it! She DECIDED I did it! I wake up an-" He was shivering. He hadn't talked to anyone about it at all. Awen had spotted it, but she didn't know anything.Her hands went up in defense as she took a few steps back. She knew angry drunks before, and she wasn't going to go back down that road. "Aubrey?" Antony questioned, remembering past relevant conversations. His shoulders trembled, his hands shaking as he ducked his head down against his chest, covering his face with his mutated hand, "Left me there... Din' do it.... bu' left me there an' injected me..."Her jaw dropped and she stared at him in shock. Aubrey didn't even give him a chance to explain himself? Or even look closely enough at the video to tell that he was obviously not himself? First she put Jamal in a cage to humiliate him, and then she physically takes one of Billy's testicles? Suddenly, she felt sick. "GUILTY UNTILL PROVEN INNOCENT!" He suddenly shouted, the alchohol agrivating his supressed thoughts. "ThA'S how it goes here!!""Too late for that apparently," she mumbled under her breath, tails automatically bristling in alarm at the sudden shout. He drained the rest of the bottle, hurling it angrilly towards the waves and watched it hit the sand in a puff of dry debris. His constitution, loosened from the alchohol and pot slowly seemed to be crumbling. His tentacles fidgeted as he trembled, face twitching and falling as he huddled down to rest it in his mutated hands once again.Antony blinked, tensing when he picked up the bottle to chuck it incase it came her way. When his body began to shake in what the tattooed woman could only guess were sobs, she sat back down, a sense of pity once again welling up inside her. "It still works?" She offered with a bit of uncertainty. After all, the squirrel girl had yet to test it out or anything. He didn't answer, lost in the deep recesses of his supressed depression as his sobs became actually audible. She opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it soon after, shifting closer to him and cautiously pulling him into another hug. A crying drunk was better than a violent drunk any day. "I don' wanna' be an octopus..." He wimpered, tentacles wrapping around her as he shook his head miserably. There wasn't really an answer for that statement, so she simply pulled the man closer to her, treating him like a broken little child. He fell quiet, his eyes distant as he suddenly pulled back, staring down at his tentacles, his lips pursed so tightly they were white.Her eyes widened in surprise and confusion, and suddenly, she wasn't sure she wanted to be so close to him. A villain. A bad man. A coke head and a theif and a murderer. A murderer. He shivered, the alchohol swirling in his blood stream, taxing his brain chemicals. He slowly stood, eyes still locked on the wrything appendages, his shirt left on the sand.
"I'm hungry," He murmured, "Think I'll get somethin' t'eat... in th'cafeteria."
Everyone seemed to think he was the villian. Maybe he was. Maybe he was the Bad Man. If not he would be. The bad man... but he wouldn't be a freak any longer. He wouldn't. He turned without another word, stumbling over the sand."Oy," she grunted, standing up moments later with a worried frown. He was way too drunk to go back to the village unsupervised to say the least. "You're way too drunk." Understatement of the century. To the cafeteria... the b***h still had his switchblade... he wobbled, turning back to see her approaching him. His frown furthered befor he noticed the glint of glass still in the sand. He had a scar on the back of his leg, now covered in suckers left from a broken bottle in a bar fight years ago.Antony followed his eyes, haulting a step closer to him when she noticed what he was looking at. She didn't quite put it together, but she also didn't like how he looked right then. He stumbled past her, crouching to pick up the bottle, letting it hang by his side befor wobbling towards the tree line, mumbling under his breath. "They want me t'be th'bad man. They wan' me t'be evil. They wan' me t'be a monster..." his voice was barely audible, slurred by the drink and his brogue.Her eyes followed him intently, tails twitching and bristling behind her as she stayed on her guard. The way he was acting scared her somewhat, and she didn't know what to do quite yet. He moved past her, dissappearing into the trees. There was suddenly the sound of shattering glass followed by a pained grunt.The moment the shattered glass caught her offguard, but she was running into the jungle seconds later. Billy had smashed the bottle against a rock, brandishing the broken glass as he made another slash, a puss-like ooze replacing his blood dribbling down his front as he hacked away at one of his lower tentacles growing from the muscles in his stomach, "Not... a freak..." He panted, the bottle of rum in his system muting the pain. As Antony approached, he made the final cut, the appendage falling off to continue wriggling and wrything on the jungle floor.Antony's eyes widened in shock and she was overwhelmed with nausea when she saw the tentacle that had previously been attached to Billy's body wriggling on the ground. Then she realized he was planning to rid himself of the rest of them, and she, without really thinking, took a running leap at him. Her hand wrapped tightly around the hand wielding the broken bottle while the rest of her landed ontop of him in attempts to restrain him. The squirrel seemed only mildly pleased. He gave a startled cry, his oozing, half octopus, half human bloody soup splattering between them as he struggled beneith her in a drunken, clumsy manner, "GERROFF!! GERROFF O' ME!" He shoved at her, "I AINT DONE! I AINT DONE YET!!"With her free arm, she held tight around his neck. Antony grunted as she attempted to pull the bottle away from his body. All the while, she tried her best not to look at the wriggling, detached limb on the ground. It seemed like only moments before a Jeep came roaring up, two male technitions in the seats. The vehicle came to a halt as they jumped out. "Mr. Woodrow, please calm down. We're here to take you to get medical treatment." They stayed back, watching the situation. One of them seemed to have their hand over a buzzer or button of some sort. "NO! NO! I AINT GOIN' NO WHERE!" He shreaked, struggling against Antony's grip even harder, his unwounded tentacles flialing desperatly, "YE'LL CHANGE ME AGAIN!! YE'LL CUT SOMETHIN' ELSE HUMAN OFF AN' REPLACE IT WIT' MADNESS!!"Antony cringed, but didn't dare loosen her grip on his wrist or his neck for fear of him going crazier and managing to cut off more limbs, regardless of whether they belonged to him or not. "HE DOESN'T LOOK CALM TO ME! NOW TRY SOMETHING ELSE GODDAMNIT!" She barked angrily at the lab techs who were simply standing there. What'd they think Billy was going to do? Stop, smile, and then say 'alrighty'? The first man nodded to the second, who pressed the button. It wasn't instantaneaous like when Aubrey or Moreau bark out the command. But just a few seconds later an electrical shock, all too familiar for Billy, buzzed down his neck, rendering him unconscious. They moved forward to collect him into the vehicle. Billy gave a sharp cry befor he was rendered unconcious, slumping against Antony limply, his front slick with his strange inhuman blood.
Laying on the ground not too far away, the detatched tentacle had lost some of it's oomph, now mearly twitching eerily on the dirt.Antony grunted painfully as she too fell onto the ground, Billy landing on top of her and making it hard for her to breathe until the dragged him away. Still coughing, the squirrel girl stood, tails flicking angrily, and followed the two labtechs. "What the ******** wrong with you two?! Oh look, a woman wrestling a man with a sharp, dangerous object and you think telling him to CALM DOWN will work?!" She shook her finger angrily at them, but knew better then to attack them. "******** incompetent men," she spat, glaring daggers of loathing at the pair. "Fine, ma'am, next time we'll just take you both down without hesitation," one of the spat bitterly. The smaller of the two seemed to wince and shake his head. "C'mon, Banks, lets just get him out of here." The shorter man (whose tag read LANEY) got behind the wheel and looked very impatient to leave, not taking his eyes off the woman. Banks adjusted his sunglasses so he could leer at Antony over them. He gave her a crooked smile and went over to pick up Billy's dismembered limb before hopping in the car. "Have a nice day," he snickered as Laney sped off. "Ohh, fiesty... Too bad you're a ******** moron," she sneered right back, unphased by his threat since she hadn't done anything wrong. The two names were stored away immediately with their faces, tails lashing behind her as if they had a mind of their own. "Cockless worms," she snarled as they drove off, adding several more strings of curses afterwards because it just seemed right.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:45 pm
Back to the Labs
In which Billy confronts his inner angst and has his wounds healed. Once again, when Billy would awake he's be in a hospital like white room deep in the labs. This lower tenticale's stub would be wraped in medical tape, and he'd be attatched to a saline drip IV. A tray next to his bed would have the familiar sandwich and glass of water.Billy awoke with worse than a hangover. As the room came into focus and he was able to register the clean white ceiling above him, his whole body tensed. A searing pain shot up from his stomach and he immediatly reached a numb hand down to investigate his lap, relieved to find everything important that was left still intact. His hand brushed by the twitching nub of the tentacle he had cut off and he winced in pain. s**t. s**t s**t s**t what had he been thinking?? The events slowly came back to his muddled, pain-wracked mind and he shuddered. He had gotten too drunk, that's what had happened. He hadn't been thinking.
He leaned back again, clenching his eyes shut to the bright lights above. Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it. He hated this. He hated this. It was insane. People turning into animals... he remembered the blood that had come from him... if it could be called that. He wondered if that's what pumped through all of him, now. Inhuman juice. Next time, he should have cut his throat.A bit after he awoke, the door swung open and a familiar face strode in, clipboard in hand. "Well, Mr. Woodrow," Aubrey said in a neutral voice. "I'm getting quite the collection." Thie slightly hint of a smile was on her lips before vanishing. "Seriously though, self multalation.. that came as a surprise to me..."Billy flinched slightly at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice. It was a few minutes befor he spoke, his voice low and pained through his hangover and the pain from his amputated tentacle. "I was drunk," He grunted simply.Aubrey frowned slightly. "You like poisens, don't you?"
She came over slowly, trying to look non-threatening. "It was difficult to treat," she said. "Stitches wouldn't hold. We didn't want to rish cauterizing on the sensitive tissue... we eventually found a mix of 'liquid skin' - you know, the liquid bandage film, and steptic powder that seemed to work. But I would be very. very careful the next few days with that." Aubrey looked down at him. "Maybe we can make you a little sling." Surprisingly there was no sense of bitterness in her voice this time around. She almost sounded..motherly.Still, he glowered, lips pursed in subdued hatred. He was not happy to see Aubrey again, nor was he happy to be in the hospital. But he had brought it upon himself this time. "Who woul' y'li' me t'hurt next, then? I already go' th'punishment out o' th'way, eh? Although it seems I still don' need t'do anythin' t'get somethin' removed, eh?"Aubrey pursed her liips. "You're punishment was taken out for crimes committed," she said. "As far as I'm concerned you keep in your pants, at least around the nonconsenting, and we don't have to bring up that grissly matter ever again."
She checked his charts and fluids in the IV. "And the reason you got your tentacle removed, Mr. Woodrow, is because you removed it yourself. One can argue that crime would be simple stupidity. Or drunkenness. Either way, you'll learn eventually that you can control how easy or difficult of a time we make your lives here to be."
She sighed. "Regardless, the good news is... this tentacle just might grow back."His face bagan to tremble as she talked. Crimes comitted. Crimes committed! Easy for her to simply say it! Did she ever *look* at the tape properly? She was a doctor! Antony had believed him, and Antony had hated him to begin with! "Feckin' stupid gel..." He snarled befor the second part of her statement clicked in his mind, ".... Grow... back?""I'd watch your mouth if I were you," she said, her brow falling to an even line on her forehead. "You saw the tape."
She scribbled something on her keyboard. "Maybe. Octopi can regenerate limbs. You're not... exactly a full blooded octopus... but we're hopeful! Its why I didn't cauterize the stub.""Aye, I saw th'tape. An' I still say th'same thing, y'bloody moronic b***h. Y'jes' want a bloody skapegoat, on account o' being lazy," Had Billy been brave enough, he would have said this, but instead he mearly grunted, face trembling as he took in the rest of the information, "Learn a lo' from this experiment, eh? Good fer mankind an' all tha' crap?""Yup!" she said, dotting an 'i' on they clipboard in an exagerrated enthusiastic way, knowing it would probably annoy him. "Its all quite facinating." She smiled a 'friendly' smile, but the glint her eyes spoke volumes.Billy's oozing blood was boiling in his viens, his remaining tentacles twitching moreand more fitfully as he struggled to sit up, but the headache pounding through his skull from his previous drinking pushed him back down. His breathing was quickening, his strange hands balling into fists on top of the blanket. Even his nub twitched, which only sent more pain through his muscles, to his disgruntlement, growling profanities under his breath."You might want to relax, Mr. Woodrow. You'll abuot all set to go back to the village," she peered over her glasses at him. "Unless you still believe you might be a threat to yourself or others. Then you'll be staying right here.""Presently, I think I'm more o' a threat here," He hissed, eyes locked on Aubrey's face intently, trembling ever so slightly."Then maybe its best you stay for a few days," she said flatly. "Don't want you trying rape any more abused little girls."Finally, Billy couldn't take it any longer, sitting upright sharply, despite the pain, he positively screamed, "I DIN' DO IT!! I KEEP TELLIN' YE BU' Y'DON' WANT T'BELIEVE ME! Y'BIGGOTED, STUPID BLOODY MAD WOMAN!!"Aubrey crossed her arms. "You're ON VIDEOTAPE," she snapped back, despite the nagging, gnawing suspicion in the back of her mind. "Black-and-white, Mr. Woodrow. And not to mention Colche herself knew it was you!! She calls you a 'BAD man' Mr. Woodrow. A very, very bad man.""Don' y'think I was actin' a wee bi' ODD fer someone NO LONGER tweaked, Doc?" He snarled, positively livid, his cheacks flushed despite his illness. Absolute hatred had a way of overpowering hangovers at least temporarily. "Funny, a damn furry rumped bistander can notice, bu' no' a medically trained Doctor. Better get back yer PHD, eh? Give tha' school back it's money, y'dumb b***h." At this point he didn't care what they did to him. He was already a tentacled freak, and it was *going* to get worse, he knew. She'd already cut off a testical- would she really cut off the other for back talk when he was right?"You were a bloody mess just HOURS before, Mr. Woodrow," she scowled. "I've seen plenty if cases were withdrawl victems do some crazy things. I'm the doctor here, not you you patetic little user."
Her mood dropped, she was definately aggitated again. Most of it was frustration because things weren't adding up in HER head, either, but there was no way she would let Billy know. "Drugged up, strung out, or withdrawing.. I don't care. You had NO EXCUSE to TOUCH HER!" she screamed. Actually screamed, all professionalism dropped. "She's a CHILD for Christ's sake.""AN' I'M TELLiN' YE, NO MATTER HOW..." He grit his teeth, shaking his pounding head befor laying back down with a pained grunt. What was the use? She wasn't going to believe him. "Y'want me t'play th'villain? Tha' why he brough' me here? Fine. Fine. Ha' it yer way, Lass, wha' e'er makes y'feel better."Aubrey forced herself to calm down. "Do you full understand who I am? I am second in command of this rock," she said, pacing a bit. "Okay, you claimed you were framed? By who?? Who? Why? Why wouldn't I know about it. I saw the tape! Only Dr. Duvert, myself, and Dr. Moreau have access to the drugs in question!" she rambled, talking to herself just as much as Billy.
"Not to mention," she kept going, not even realizing her slip up, "that Colche is NOT just another subject on this island. She views me as her mother, Mr. Woodrow. She... " Aubrey got very serious for a moment. "She is very important to me! And you almost... you came so close to shattering her world again!"He didn't answer, eyes closed to stop the bright light from the ceiling from agrivating his headache further. so it had to have been staff, then, who did this, judging by what she had said... but who? He'd figure it out. He'd figure it out and have his own revenge. It's not like he had anything to *loose*. Not really. He'd already lost his humanity and his masculenity and his pride. What more was left? His life? A life living as a one-balled, tentacled freak, miserably crawling along on an island where everyone viewed him as a rapist and a... a.... bad man?Aubrey continued to just stare at him, waiting for a response and frustrated when he remained silent.
"This is pointless," she spat, turning to go.Yes. Yes it was pointless. Billy didn't so much as look at her as she turned to leave. Good Riddence. Maybe, if he was lucky, they'd give him morphine.Every couple of hours, besides at night, guards would come and escort Billy to the restroom, where he would be supervised, of course. Before bed, another small meal and a pyrex glass of water would be brought to him on a paper napkin.
Sometime mid-day the next day, Aubrey retruned to check up on him. "Feeling any better?" she asked flatly.Still, he kept silent, not meeting her eye as he stared at his glass of water. He had been eerily quiet since she had left him, and continued his silence through the course of his stay so far. "Wow, the silent treatment. I don't think anyone's pulled that on me in fifteen years."He pretended she wasn't there, reaching for his water to take a quiet sip.Aubrey just narrowed her eyes and glared at him. He finished the glass, not looking at her as he settled back as though waiting for something.Aubrey sighed dramatically and turned to go. "Perhaps we'll try this again tomorrow.""How long y'gonna keep me here?" He finally spoke up, his voice low and venim filled.Ah, much better. Aubrey turned around and gave him a stern look. "Until I'm convinced that you're not going to hurt anyone, or yourself, again. You know. Show me that you're capable of acting like a normal human being.""A normal human being," He snorted, "What normal human being's go' tentacles?""Good argument," she said, "but how much of your humanity to retain is up to you ultimately. You can be just as human as you want to be.""Wha's yer definition o' human?" Aubrey opened her mouth to reply, but realized she was heading down a dangerous path. She knew whatever he said, he would throw back in her face. "Irrelavent," she finally said after a moment. "Are you ready to go back now or not?""Does it really matter wha' I say?" He grunted, tentacles fidgeting anxiously under his hospital smock."Yes," she said simply, judging his response."Hasn' seemed tha' way," He murmured. He was acting childish, he knew. But he was angry, and frankly he felt he had every right to be.Aubrey pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, Mr. Woodrow, I don't have time for this. Are you coming? Or do you need more time-out?""Is tha' wha' this has all been? A time ou'? I'm a naughty boy because I cut off one o' these tavesties against God in a drunken, angry stupor?" He sneered. Aubrey raised an eyebrow. "Pretty much," she said, surprised it seemed like such an outlandish request. "Self-mutalation is a pretty serious around here.""I aint th'only one, eh?" He seemed amused by this."Actually yes, you're the first person who's tried to actually CUT OFF their developments," she said, her brow furrowing. "Someone else almost drowned trying to swim to mainland, but in general most people have a bit more sense."Billy's eyes flickered with vegue recollection, Awen's warning days befor at the river.... salt water. So she had nearly drowned, huh? "An' who drove us t'do t'ose t'ings, eh?""Yourselves, of course," Aubrey said with a bit of a grin. "Some people are making an honest effort to just... live their life. I suggest you do the same."
She looked Billy and tapped his file. "Someone like you, especially, I couldn't imagine having many more... appealing options.""So it's tentacles or a bullet in th'back o' me head, tha' it?" Billy chuckled as well, shaking his head incredulously."Well, I for one would prefer this to a lifetime of prison and sodomy. But I guess to each their own. You could like that kind of thing for all I know." She gave a impish grin. "But really, things could be a lot worse for you.""Tha's wha' y'think... Tha' option's really lookin' nice, now, aye," He actually laughed, tentacles twitching in his obvious anxiousness. "Th'police wouln' be fast enough', though, even if I tried."Aubrey just shook her head. "All I'm trying to say is... life gave you a barrel of lemons. You can make lemonaide if you want to. Or you can rot in here being sour abuot it." Aubrey winced. "Okay, so thats probably a bad analogy... but ...dammit. Look, we can go or we can sit here and argue all day.""Easy fer you t'say. Y'aint bein' turned into a bloody squid," He muttered, glancing down at his twitching chest.She sighed. "I didn't choose your animal," she said. But she rolled up her sleeve to reveal her arm. You would have to look close, but if you did, a few faint scars from injecting in the same place over-again would make. Like people get with giving blood, or insulin injections. "I've done my share of being under the needle. I'm not a complete hypocrit." At the sight of it, Billy frowned, eyebrows furrowing befor one of them raised, glancing up at her face as though to silently ask what had caused them."Moreau demands a high level of loyalty," she said simply, rolling her sleeve back down. "And he's not afraid to put it to the test."That confirmed a rather strong suspicion. "So y'lot are mad."Probably not helping the suspicion, Aubrey burst out laughing. It was a nervous, almost maniacal laugh. "Perhaps!" she giggled out, holding open the door for him. She took some deep breaths to calm her gigglefit. Hesitantly, he shifted on the bed, his stub of a tentacle still aching terribly. Ach. That answered that, didn't it? He debated staying in the bed or taking her invitation to the door. Befor he moved his legs around, he cleared his throat, "Were's me damn pants?""Oh yeah," she said, sounding a bit ditzy. She placed her thumb on panal and a closet door opened, full of clean sheets, scrubs, pillows, IV tubes, a bedpan, and Billy's clothes. She pulled them out and handed it to him. "Here."It was then that he swung his mutated, blueish feet down onto the cold tile, the suckers on the bottom sticking akwardly with a subtle squish. He didn't hesitate to reach behind him to untie the smock. She should see what she was making afterall. Casually he stood, bare befor her as he sorted through his pants, checking the pockets carefully.It wasn't like Aubrey hadn't seen Billy in all his "glory" before, but she couldn't help but drop her jaw alittle as he so casually bore himself in front of her. "My god," she said, hesitating a moment before turning around."Bashfull, Doc?" He snickered, deliberatly taking his time. His feet made little popping sounds as he shifted his weight, his tentacles writhing freakishly on his chest and lower stomach."No," she said unconvincingly. "Just..respectful.""Bollox," He snorted, laughing under his breath.Aubrey spun around on her heels to say something, but stopped, realizing he was still pantsless. Growing under her breath she turned back around. "More than you at least."He ground his teeth, tentacles wrything in anger, "LOOK A' ME! LOOK WHA Y'VE DONE T'ME!! AN FER WHAT??"Aubrey steeled herself and turned around, staring directly in his eyes. "What exactly do you want me to say, Mr. Woodrow?" She let her eyes drop to his tentacles. "That we're mad scientists? Welcome to the twilight zone?""I want some t'ings," He said flatly, tentacles shifting to snake around his torso. There was the popping noise as the suckers on the pads of his feet snapped free of the linolium for him to slip his trouser on, tucking his mutilated genitalia out of view."This is your home now, Mr. Woodrow. We are your gods. YOu can't escape whats going to happen to you, nor can you escape the island. But we'll treat you with the same mutual respect you ttreat us with. You can make this as easy as possible, or we can make your life a living hell. Make your choice. ANd make yourself at home."
She stepped back. "How was that?"He zipped himself up carefully, "I need some new clothes. Don' care wha', so long as it's black, brown or grey. Cigarettes too. N' Matches. These damn hands can't deal wit' lighters." He sat to pull his socks and shoes on over his strange feet, "An' I want me stash back."Aubrey blinked, crossing her arms. "Okay. I can do that. All except the stash. We don't know how hard drugs might react with the serums.""Be an interestin' experiment, eh?" His lips twisted into a grin as he buttoned his shirt up, leaving himself looking almost human, save for the discoloration of his limbs and cheaks and strange hands."Maybe," she said, watching him carefully. "But not worth the risk. We haven't tested it on the lab animals yet."His eye twitched, priorities swinging as that old desperate feeling came bubbling back up, "I volinteer willin'ly!""Well, uh... I'll pass that along. Its not solely my decision. I would have to take Moreai and Duvert. But, really, I think you're life would be much better without 'em. Once you're out, we couldn't get more. Too risky to have those kind of drugs traffic'd here""Please..." He took a step towards her, "I know where it is! I'll tell y'if y'jes' get 'em fer me! I'll behave, I swear!"Aubrey frowned, concern and pity filling her eyes as she saw the 360 in his personality. It made her sad to thing that someone so opionated and ... spunky as himself truned into a such a sniveling whiner when his drugs were mentioned. Before she really realized what she was doing, he reached out and touched his shoulder. "Listen to yourself. You don't need them."His hands balled into fists, his face going red as it trembled and hardened, "It aint none o' yer business!!" He snarled.Aubrey sneered. This guy was making her emotions spin in every direction. "It IS my business, Mr. Woodrow. You're too valuable to us to just let you waste away!"He drew in a deep, hissing breath between his teeth, trying to relax his hands, "Somethin'... anythin'... jes'... something, then." He was past the bad part, he thought. Tough it out. Tough it out. But *damn it all*, it was like she was taunting him."What can I do to help you, Mr. Woodrow." Aubrey took a step towards him this time. "Seriously... I want to help you anyway I can.""I don' KNOW!" He snapped, anger bubbling up again. "Jes'... gimme' *somethin*! I'm down, I'm real down an' I'm *tired*, Doc."Aubrey pinched the brigde of her nose. "Pot.. I can get you pot.. really, would that help? At all? Its relexing, isn't it??"His eyes darted to the still open closet door and back again, brain ticking, "Morphine... y'go' morphine, righ'? Yer a doctor..."Aubrey bit her lip. "Thats... addictive, Woodrow. You'd be trading one crutch for another!"He gave a groan, rocking back to rub his temple in a frustrated manner."Look," she said, trying to sound professional. "It will get worse before it gets better. But once you stick through this.. it will be MUCH better. I promise. You'll feel better."
"You, uh.." she thought, "you're getting along better with Antony again, aren't you. Maybe she can help you.. uh... releive some stress?" Oh god, did she just suggest what she thought she did?He gave a growl, "Wha' e'er y'did t'me fecked *that* up too! I feckin' tried t'EAT her!" After a quick recollection of the scene he added, "Well, I *bit* her anyway... I *wanted* t'eat her!""Odd," Aubrey said, tapping her chin. "Octopi don't eat squirells..."
She shook her head and scratched the back of her head. "Well, uhm, we have Playboy in the entertainment room. I'm sure you get the picture. Endorphins are good for you."Billy hissed a profanity under his breath, limping towards the door, a hand under his shirt to keep the pressure off his still tender stump, "Which way out o' here?" He growled.Aubrey came up behind him and took him by the elbow. "I'll lead you out."He flinched, pulled his rubbery, sucker-lined arm out of her grip, "Will ye, now?" he sneered bitterly."No," she said, jerking her hand away to cross her arms in front of her chest. "I'll just let you run around unsupervised in the labs. Figured you're just not touch anything and find your own way out eventually." She huffed and offered him a glare.He gave her a grin, turning to face her, his face dangerously close to her's, "Wha', y'don' trust me?"Aubrey blinked, obviously a bit uncomfortable with the proximity, but didn't step back. "Only about as far as I could throw you."Tentitively, a tentacle slid from the recesses of his shirt, reaching a trembling tip to touch her neck, "An' how far's tha'?" He hissed.Aubrey recoiled from the tentacle the moment it touched her neck area. Aubrey was super-sensitive about her neck since the Jamal incident. Under the silk scarf she always wore, her wounds were healing, but the emotion scar was there to stay. She made a frightened sound mixed with a touch of panic as she slapped the slimly appendage away and backpedaled away from him.He laughed at this, snickering binevolently, "Wha'? Afraid o' wha' y'gave me?"Aubrey tried to quickly regain control of herself. She adjusted the scarf and smoothed her labcaot. "No, I just don't like being...." she searched for a word. "Touched." "Funny, I love bein' touched," He snickered, his eyes glittering with devious thoughts.Aubrey made a distusted sound and threw up her arms in exasperation. "This way, perv," she said, heading fown the hall.His stride easily allowed him to catch up behind her, keeping close, his one lower tentacle sliding free to investigate her rear.It took a moment for Aubrey to realize what that was. She stopped suddenly as her eyes went wide. She spun around, glaring.But his face was there to greet her's, inches away and reaking of hospital chemicals and the stench of marijuana and cigarettes that clung to his clothing and hair, underlayed by the general musk of a man with too many limbs and not enough deoderant while locked in a room for long periods of time in an angry sweat.The corner of Aubrey's eye seemed to twitch for a second as she violent yanked the offending tentacle away. "That's awfully ballsy of you," she said, only catching the irony of it after she said it. She let a sardonic smile cross her face."I wonder wha' y'do wit' th'wee piece o' me y'keep. Do y'keep it on yer desk? On yer window sill? Starin' at it, wilst' ponderin' wha' I'm up to?" He breathed against her hotly, stepping even closer in a menacing fashion. Aubrey stepped back, giving him a threatening look. "I bet you'd like it if I said yes," she hissed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Y'din' answer me question," He chuckled, licking his lips."Only in your dreams" she scowled.That only sent his grin wider, and he laughed even harder. Such a sence of humor on the girl! "So wha' do y'do wit' it?"Aubrey tried to look offended. "I don't do anything with it, Mr. Woodrow!"He leaned back, suddenly looking wholey offended, "Wha', y'jes' threw it out?""No," she said smally. "I just don't... do anything with it. Its just... somewhere.""Somewhere where?" he huffed.She smirked a bit. "In my office. On my bookcase next to the other knick-knacks.""Other dismembered body parts?" He snorted, "Bet yer boyfriend finds it hot."Aubrey burst out laughing. "Actually, he probably does," she giggled, finding that remarkably amusing. "You see, that would be the good Doc himself." She gave a positively impish grin and headed towards the elevators with a flip of her hair."A nut screwin' a nut. Makes sence t'me," He shrugged.Aubrey continued to snicker, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was following. "Been gettin' more than you have of late," she pointed out. "Nut or not. But speaking of nuts, you might want to watch yours around that Antony chick. She might seek revenge for the bite you took outta her.""Tha' wasn' my fault," He grumbled, what good mood that had risen from his teasing ebbing away again.Aubrey calmed herself down and laid off the teasing. There was no need to rub it one. "C'mon, the way out's this way," she said with a slight smile, leading him to the elevator.Wordlessly, he followed, hands tucked halfway into his pockets, his head lowered.Aubrey hated her damn conscious as it nagged at her in the silent elevator. His mood swings were mentally exhausting her. "I'm sorry," she said. He looked suddenly so... beaten."No y'aint," He grunted, watching the numbers steadily go down, the fabric of his shirt moving as his tentacles shifted nerviously underneith.Aubrey furrowed her brow, insulted. She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. She just gave a heavy sigh and leaned against the back of the small elevator in silence until the doors slid open to the main lobby.Girls who hacked off vital body parts and willingly inject you with genetically altering syrums weren't allowed to regret. It just wasn't part of the package. Unless she really was *that* insane. He kept silent, following whereever she would lead, keeping mental notes of the journey along the way.Aubrey silently led him out the front doors and past the electrified fence. "Its a bit of a walk, do you want a ride?""I aint go' anythin' better t'do," He shrugged, "Thanks fer th'offer though. Very though'ful."Aubrey gave him a slight sneer. "You're welcome," she said flatly, and slammed the gate behind him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:44 am
Dear Mr. Woodrow.
Sorry things have been hard for you here. I know the cafeteria food here is a bit on the iffy side, so I made our chefs up here in the mansion whip up something for you.
Enjoy.
~ Dr. Lockheart
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 9:29 am
The Crabcakes
Billy sees if his present is actually edible Billy had been unusually quiet these past few days since his return to his duplex. His wounded tentacle still hurt, itching terribly as he supposed it was begining to regenerate itself. He shuddered at the thought, and therefor tried not to think about it. The morning he decided to venture out again, he noticed a plate of strange crab-cake looking things with a note from Aubrey. He snorted after reading it. Right. Like he should believe that she'd just make him crabcakes to make up for cutting off his ball and driving him to drunken self-mutilation. He'd get a second opinion befor eating them. He wasn't stupid.
Scooping it up in his mitten-like hands, he wandered down the path towards the beach- on a lovely day like this, *someone* had to be out there... maybe Antony would be surfing or something.
It wasn't long befor he did, in fact, notice two figures on the sand. From this distance, he couldn't recognize either of them- he didn't recall meeting a fat black woman and a young girl like the one he saw. No matter, he was sure they still might be helpfull. "Hoy!" He called, striding closer.Bobby smelled him come before she heard him. He stank of rubber and sea... and something else she couldn't quite place. There was only one person she thought could smell like that. As she turned, the woman smiled sweetly even though she seethed inside. It was him... again. But he didn't seem to recognize her. If she could keep her rage in check, maybe she'd get his name this time, "Why hello there!"
After eyeing the cakes, Bobby turned back to the girl, "I am not a biologist, but I think it is actual genetic alterations. Anything can be done, I think, with DNA. And I wish I could say it is painful, but it isn't... I'm sorry, dear."Angharad raised her head, and clutched her knees tighter. Another man, and this one... with the strangest arms she'd ever seen, and odd lumps and bumps hidden not entirely by the shirt. This was even stranger than the bear man, and she didn't think it could have got any worse.
"Genetic alterations?" The words bounced off Angharad once more; that was truly impossible, some scifi writer's playground. But as the other darkhaired man approached, she swallowed again. How else could this be explained? It was all so odd...
"Hello," she said cautiously, in response to his greeting.Still, Billy didn't seem to recognize Bobby, holding the plate out as he crouched in front of them, "Oy. Tha' mad lab b***h, Aubrey left these ou'side me room. I don' think I shoul' trust 'em. Wha' d'you lo' think?" Straight to the point. Afterall, the older owman looked as though she appreciated food.Bobby snatched two of the cakes and stuffed them in her mouth. Hey now, if he was offering her food, who was she to deny them? To her, though, they just tasted like food. She played along nicely and grinned, making sure Billy saw her bottom canines, "Mmmm! Delicious! Aubrey? I don't think I know her... and who are you? Which duplex are you staying in?"
This time, she was determined to get his name... and his living space... even better!
With a shy grin, Bobby turned to the girl, "Just like some messed up sci-fi movie, don't you think?"She just ate his food?
"Um, there are lab assistants? It's not just us here?" Come to think of it, the David bear had yelled something about an intercom and not talking to someone called Sabin. There must be real people up in that lab, not sad experiments like herself...
The irony of it began to hit her, and she stifled a giggle, the remains of tears still on her face. She'd set out to free the experiments; and ended up an experiment herself, begging for freedom.Billy watched her with raised eyebrows, "Oy, I was concerned abou' them bein' drugged, s'my point." After a moment, he cocked his head, a tentacle slipping through the collar of his shirt to rub his cheak as though scratching an itch, "Ha' we met?"Bobby shrugged, "I haven't met any of the assistants, just Doctor Moreau. Although, one guy did take my order for new clothes and such, so there must be some people.... might be automated, too..."
The effects of the cake being chewed hit her. There was something strange about them.... with a weird aftertaste. The pig in her didn't mind at all, but Bobby had the suspicion that the "crabcakes" weren't really that at all. But there was still some left for this man, and she really wanted him to eat them. She eyed them as if she wanted another hungrily.
Looking back up at Billy, Bobby shook her head, lying like a professional, "I don't think we've met... I'm sure I'd remember someone with your... attributes. As for them being drugged, I doubt it... I'm still standing, per say. " She winked innocently. Angharad gasped slightly as the tentacle appeared, and huddled herself closer. A man, with tentacles? What happens if she got them too??
"Surely if a lab person leaves you food that you haven't ordered, you shouldn't touch it.." she said cautiously, nevertheless analyzing the facts. So, she could get new clothes? That would be something to do tonight, perhaps. Already, in this crazy situation, a tick list was forming in her head. Find something to clear the sour taste of chemicals from her mouth, find some fresher clothes, find Fee, dammit...
"Oh! Sir, have you met anyone named Fiona today?" The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it."Fiona?" He ignored her initial look of alarm at the sight of his tentacle- he would have had hte same reaction himself, afterall. "Ach, no, lass. I don' know tha' many people aroun' here, really." He shrugged, figuring the same thing as the girl had advised. He glanced up at the black woman who seemed so familiar... "So wha' are ye s'posed t'be, then?" His grey eyes swept down over her extra nipples, and he couldn't help but snicker.Bobby snarled at him, flashing her bottom fangs. How rude! As if she wasn't having a hard enough time coping with these new changes, he was now rubbing it in! Well, what could she expect from a murderer? "I actually don't have an idea what I am turning into... I haven't really gotten around to asking." No way was Bobby going to admit to him, of all people, that she was afraid to find out as well.
She nodded to the cakes, "So, are you going to eat all those?"
Leaning towards Angharad, Bobby frowned and patted the girl on the shoulder, "I'm sure she's alright. With a few exceptions, I suppose, they tend to treat their... vict... guests without harming them."Angharad sighed and leaned backwards, finally uncurling from her protective huddle. Hopefully nothing would hurt her, and these people seemed.. bizarre, but people nonetheless. Whatever they were turning into. And they didn't even get told? She flinched inwardly as she realised that she would not know what was going to happen to her. She only prayed that Fiona was far, far away and safe.
"Are you both... recently arrived then?" She asked nervously. If they only knew a few people, and had already had.. changes happen to them, how long would she have to wait? The throbbing weal on her arm scratched spitefully, as if reminding her.Billy sat, finding no reason for leaving just yet. He was behaving! He was being a good boy! He took one of the crab-cake looking things into a hand, raising it to his mouth but pulled it away again to gesticulate while talking, "I've been her perhaps a month maybe? Then one afternoon I go home wit' these lovelies," He chuckled, taking the cake into a tentacle to sniff it curiously. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to eat it or not. Bobby shrugged. Well, if he had been here about a month, than she would have been too, "About a month for me too, actually."
Wasn't he going to eat one? She was getting impatient and very tempted to stuff one down his throat. With a grumble, she reached forward and stole the cake from his tentacle. "Baby!" Bobby said in as joking a manner as she could and stuck her tongue out at the man. Stuffing it in her mouth, she chewed and swallowed it in one bit.
Yup, there was definitely something strange about these crab-cakes, but she wanted him to eat one, so she continued to goad him to it."A month?" If they had only been here a month, perhaps this project was very new. Perhaps it would be found out by the police soon, perhaps they could save her before anything happened.. save everyone.
But by the looks of these people, they resented their place, but they almost accepted it.
"But why did you come here? Can we not escape?" She burst out suddenly, watching the cake-eating with high suspicion. She was stll not hungry, and definitely not for anything that Feral Labs gave."Well, they tricked me... I don' know about you lot... bu' there's lots o' others wha' been here much longer... months an' months... maybe years, I don' know..." He shrugged. When his food was snatched from him, he raised his eyebrows, "Now aint ye th'wee piggy, eh?" With a chuckle, he reached for another, still ever wary.Bobby was having a difficult time not attacking the octupus-man. Why wouldn't he just eat the darn thing?
Good thing Angharad was there, the girl was able to distract Bobby. "Yeah, I am not sure how long some of the others have been here. Quite awhile for some... and I know at least one person has been here for at least four months."
How did she get there? Bobby's anger flashed in her eyes again before she could control it. She so wanted to tell the story... that the man sitting next to her had killed her partner, and she had chased him... only to be knocked unconscious and then brought here. Somehow, the woman managed to just sigh, and nod in quiet agreement, "They tricked me as well."
At Billy's joke, her surprise kept her from trying any smart comebacks. A pig? Is that what she was turning into to? While her mind wrapped around it, Bobby stared in silence at her hands with the long black 'nails'.For Angharad it was just another fact sinking slowly in the heap. Months.. years?? Though... if you were a mutated being, how could you face going back and seeing your family again...
She scrubbed suddenly at her cheek, the salty breeze causing the old tears to dry stickily. Her bruises ached, and she was beginning to get thirsty; perhaps she should head back up towards the 'duplexes' soon. She looked up hesitantly, over at the man, who seemed to be still debating whether to eat one of the cakes or not.
"I... I only just got here, and I don't know anyone really. What's your name, sir?"
The honorific only came so naturally after writing so many pointed letters of outrage and complaint, even though she never intended it to sound sarcastic this time. Instead it made her feel as if she was a silly fifteen year old again. She blinked, and set her face in a determined small smile."Hrm?" He glanced over to her with raised eyebrows, "Ach, me name's William. O' Billy if'n it pleases ye," He chuckled, "An you, Lassie?"Bobby looked up when she heard the two talking. She smiled kindly at Angharad, "Well, now you know at least a couple of people, dear." With a wink, although she also meant it serious -though one couldn't tell by her tone and smile-, Bobby nodded in Billy's direction, "Although, I'm not sure you want to be associated with that one there..."
Finally! She had a name... later, she'd get his duplex. "Hullo thar' Will'um" Bobby snickered, giving it a poor imitation of a Scottish accent. What could she say? She grew up in New York City, what did she know about European accents except when she heard them spoken?
Grinning at Angharad, the woman grinned, "I'm Bobby.""I remember," said the girl gratefully. "And I'm Angharad... but, but, if you'll excuse me, I think.. I'm going to find my duplex again." She got to her feet a little unsteadily, and waved a small gesture before setting back up the beach towards the path she had used to get down here. She glanced back again; that plate of food still looked highly suspicious. She hoped nothing bad would happen to Bobby...
Sandals flopping on the sandy earth at the edge of the beach, she began her climb up.As the girl left, Billy sat back, frowning at the pig-woman intently. She was familiar. One of his tentacles still throbbed a bit from it's brusing and cuts, his eyes widening as he watched her pudged profile, "Th'Cop!! Yer th'cop!!" He cried suddenly.Bobby waved to Angharad as the girl's retreating form left. While she was sad to not be able to talk with her more, the woman was also relieved... for she wasn't sure how she and Billy would get along for much longer. But she had been civil, right?
As Billy made his proclamation, Bobby was calmly pulling out a sandwich from her bad. From under her hair, and through pierced eyes, the woman growled quietly through her nose, "Yeah, what about that? It's not like I have authority here, thanks for you!"Billy scrambled to his feet, "Well, I'm certainly glad th'ol' Doc's made some improvements to ye!" Once upright, he took a few steps back, brushing the sand from his rear as his tentacles quivered, tucking themselves away in his shirt, "I hope y'get so fat y'explode!"Bobby watched him carefully, although she had no intention to move. Besides, she could always hit him with another tomato or something. The woman had been practicing, and that was not a skill she had lost... her kickboxing, though, was another story.
The pig snorted, "Look who's talking! At least I don't have any extra limbs! And did it ever occur to you that octopuses don't exactly have feet... at least, not in the same sense."Billy suddenly felt an odd sensation in the back of his throat, as though he were trying to dry heave, but with an organ he simply didn't have. He sputtered, wretching and coughing as he tried to supress the urge, he supposed, to squirt ink at her. "Aye, bu' they're smart! An' too smart t'stay in th'company o' a fat b***h tha' can't seem t'listen t'reason! I hope he makes bacon out o' ye!!"Bobby stared as Billy attempted... whatever it was he was doing. She giggled in the back of her throat at his feeble attempts, "What? Do you have a hairball or something? Interesting, I didn't know sea creatures could get such a thing!"
"b***h?" Bobby raised an eyebrow. Having already accepted that it was a pig she was turning into, for it made sense, the woman went with the words, "I'm turning into a pig, not a dog... And I hardly doubt I would taste very good." She snarled up at him, showing her sharp bottom canines, "I pity anyone who tries to get a lick.""Aye, on account o' th'dirty American fumes ye been huffin'," He weased, a hand at his throat as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. That had eben strange... like a muscle convulsion. He didn't know a thing about octopuses beyond that they were many tentacled sea creatures who apparently liked to eat sushi. Maybe a bit of research himself was in order. Swallowing, he managed to get himself collected again, straightening up to heatedly glare, prepairing to leave.Bobby smiled as she saw Billy struggle. "I'll take the American fumes over the Irish odor anyday, thank you... Of course."
With slow motion, the woman ate another part of her sandwich. Bobby watched Billy's expression and emotions with a kind of calmness born of experience. She took in the changing of his skin, the tentacles, the hair... with almost a sad shake of her head, Bobby tsk-ed in the back of her throat, "You look horrible... what would your mother think if she saw you right now?""She wouldn' give a s**t, jes' hidin' from me drunk o' a father," He snapped back, suckered hands balling into fists, his preverbial hackles raised. Just a swing. He wouldn't get buzzed for a swing, would he? How close was Aubrey watching? Was she watching now? She'd understand.... or she wouldn't and would make a unik out of him.A drunken father, eh? Well, that explained a lot about Billy, she supposed. For a moment, Bobby pitied not Billy but his mother. She would probably be so disappointed... The woman's face frowned as she looked up at Billy with a kind of sorrow in her eyes, "Like father, like son... maybe it's better you are here. It would break her heart if she had to hide from you instead."
Bobby rolled to the side, getting on her feet as well. Standing up, she held to her sack as she wrapped the towel around her. There was no reason to allowed Billy the satisfaction of look down at her any longer.Billy was shaking with rage, his face red and mouth pulled back in a vicious sneer, "Don' ye be pretendin' t'know ANYTHING abou' me, Pig," He snapped, his voice low and venimous.Bobby leaned back with a smirk. Oh, how she knew that look so well. She imagined it was the same look she herself wore. The pig in her held back her own anger, too lazy to bring it forth until necessary.
When he called her 'pig', the woman couldn't help but think is the movie Babe... instead, she suppressed her laughter of the thought: Babe was a cute little piggy!
"Who said I was pretending? Do you honestly think your story is the first I've seen or even heard? Please, you insult me.""So yer jes' righ', end o' story?" He spat, drawing in a few deep breaths to try to calm himself. Bide his time an he'd get her when the security cameras weren't watching. Cut himself up a side of ham. Make lunchmeat out of her. "Typical American snobbery." That growled, he turned to start to storm away from her. Don't let her get to you. She's trapped here the same as you.Bobby shrugged, well, women were always right. It was a biologically known fact... and besides, the pig serum just enhanced that part of her, it didn't take it away.
Picking at her bottom teeth with a long, flat black nail, the woman only gave Billy half of her attention when she snorted quietly before she countered, "Typical Irish ignorance!"Billy didn't even turn around, simply quickening his pace to leave the woman behind befor he was tempted to stab her. He supposed those feelings did not help matters when he was trying to explain any death of any partner was an accident. If Billy had a gun now.... he shook his head. Too many people and not enough bullets.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 10:16 pm
An uneventful lunch
Lunch with Zach and Rex Life on the island had been slowing down.
There was certainly a limited amount of things to do on the island, and Rex felt as if he'd done all of them. Still running everyday, he craved exercize. And with such wonderful air along with his copious amounts of free time lead to alot of pointless meandering about the island, rarely seeing anyone as of late.
Rex slowly wandered into the cafeteria, bringing a hungry belly and lonesome soul in with him. Hopefully he'd have better luck than before and actually see someone this time.
He thought about Avery... and Awen. Why had he been missing them do frequently?
Rex made his way to the food line and grabbed a roast beef sandwhich then sat down at a random table towards the center of the room. Once again, the place was empty.Zach no longer felt he had the option of walking into public spaces like the cafeteria any longer. What he did was more of a slinking motion around corners and through doors to get where he had to go, which did nothing to hide him from anyone's view. He could only wish it did.
His soreness was virtually gone, which was a relief. His horns were still not used to being knocked around, but he had no plans to use them anyhow. Shoes were part of his mental list of things he needed to deal with, so he continued to go in what appeared to have been sandals in a former life, or just barefoot, like today. He did his best to avoid any large amount of clicking and clacking as his claws hit the floor with every step. The tail wasn't cooperative when he tried to make it move (or stop moving), but it was the least of his many worries.
Still slinking, he found his way to the salad bar. He was about to make one but stopped, remembering the last time he'd done that. The aversion was instantaneous, and instead he picked up a steak. When he turned around, he spotted someone already there. He really needed to be more observant next time he went for lunch.
He'd been lucky to avoid most of his islander acquaintances from before his transformation, but as time wore on, he lost the edge. Would Rex recognize him? He certainly hoped not. He took a seat across from the lion-man, well aware that there was no way to put off the confusion forever.
Billy was in an odd mood as he stormed into the cafeteria for lunch. Bobby was infuriating... but at least the Island had already taken it's revenge on her. She seemed unbothered by the extra nipples, but then again, he had grown used to his own tentacles... or at least what was left of them. Maybe not so much comfortable as refusing to think about them in a feigned sort of acceptance. They were there and there was nothing he could do about it. And the nub of his stub still hurt like hell. He supposed it would take a lot of alchohol for him to even think about an action like that again.
His nearly empty cafeteria strike seemed over, he realized, as he saw a few people already there, but ignored them as he picked up his tray. He moved along the line, tentacles tucked away as he reached the sushi bar, helping himself to the fish and mollusks he didn't seem to be tiring of any time soon.Rex had hunched over at the table with his back to the food bar, chewing his sandwich diligently. His overgrown canines only made things harder to eat, he'd gotten used to it over time though.
Since he wasn't facing the door, he didn't see Zach or Billy come into the cafeteria. Rex had been immersed in his his meal while staring off blankly into space. it wasn't until Zach sat down at his table did he snap out of his absent thinking.
Is that "Zach?" Rex said, trying to peer into the face of the islander across from him. This certainly wasn't the Zach that he'd known before! His horns were... actually there, unlike before. "How have ya been, bud?!" Rex exclaimed, tossing his hands up slightly. But... Rex couldn't help but feel like there was something that he'd been told about Zach. What was it?!Zach didn't notice Billy enter, or he would have panicked. He grimaced and leaned back a little in his chair. Despite all the oddities of his appearance as of late, his one arm would never fail to give him away.
"Yes... hey Rex. I've been..." There wasn't really a good word to describe it. He noticed the glances at his horns, but instead of saying anything, he grabbed his fork and speared his steak. "Different. How about you?"
Once filled, Billy moved to find a seat. He was suddenly presented with a problem. Should he sit alone and safe from any fights that might result in his return, once again, to the lab for one reason or another, or make a risk and attempt to socialize. He spotted a tufted tail that seemed to vegually trigger a bit of recollection. Oh yes. The blonde lass's friend. What was his name? He was alright. There was some other chap with rediculous looking horns- he was nearly at the table befor recollection hit and a wet little one-armed man came to mind. "Ach, I know you-" He stopped at the end of the table, "Nice horns."Rex grinned widely since he hadn't seen anyone in quite some time, he didn't really care much about Zach's change, He was just plain happy to be around someone. "Different? Boy, I feel yeh." He scratched his scruffy chin, nearly a full blown beard had spread his cheecks. Shaving was just plain pointless as it grew back so quickly, Rex figured it was best just to get it grow.
Zach seemed aggrivated, how long ago had he changed? How was he taking it? Then he caught sight of Zach's brilliant yellow eyes and ruby red scales. What on earth...? He wouldn't bother him about it though, Rex had finally gotten it through his head that some people weren't taking to the changes as aptly as he was.
Rex's thoughts were interupted by the appearance of another man, Rex looked up from his plate to see tentacled hands holding a fish-filled plate. Oh my gosh, it's that sleeze... name... name... one phrase brought it back to his head on a silver platter, 'Billy the bearded bride'. Rex almost choked on lunch at the recollection of the last time he'd seen Avery. "Hey Billy!" Rex said enthusiastically, trying to hold back his laughter. "Wow.. I see that you've changed as well? Moreau must be on a rampage.""Have you seen Amaya lately?" he asked distractedly, attempting to make a conversation that was pointedly not about their changes. He avoided looking over at Rex, instead fidgeting the impaled fork around between his fingers.
Zach didn't bother with the fork for long. Having only the one hand, he quickly swapped with a knife and diced up his steak, then plucked one piece up with his claws. Meat. It only reminded him of some of his unresolved problems. Before Zach even managed to start on his meal, he looked over Rex's shoulder in time to see Billy approaching, and went pale under his sunburn-colored skin. That psychotic mess of a man was back?
"B-Billy?" he exclaimed in surprise as he stared up at the tentacled man. The piece of meat slipped from his fingers and bounced on his plate. "I-I- thanks...I think..." He felt himself tense up and attempt to shrink in his seat, in preparation for another attack from Billy.
Billy sank into the seat beside Zach, placing his tray down in a friendly fashion, "Glad t'see th'company here at least is decent. There's some real piece o' works on this island, aint there?" He pointedly leaned on his elbow, a tentacle slipping between his buttons to feed himself a piece of raw fish in the habit he had grown comfortable with."Amaya?" Rex's heart pounded accented that particular beat at the time, he hadn't seen the girl in a while. "No, no I haven't." The last itme he'd seen her was at her parents grave... and he sung. He dtill didn't have any idea why he did that, it just kind of leaked out. I'm such an idiot. "Why? Is she alright?"
He chuckled once again, swallowing a big bite of his sandwich once again, his tail flicking gently out the back of the chair. "Most of the people I've met on the island have been really nice, but I know what you mean, Billy." He remembered when Zach went slightly insane after Rex's change, that was a bit odd. Antony was certainly a unique woman as well. Colche too... maybe there were more strange people here on the island than he thought.After carefully watching Billy for a minute to see if he'd make any strange movies, Zach turned to Rex, surprised at the amount of concern that the man was showing. "Oh, um, I guess she's all right. I don't know. The last time I saw her was with you. I was just... curious." Well, if anything had happened to that lizard girl recently, he knew he had nothing to do with it.
He took a piece of meat and forced himself to eat it. He didn't know what would happen if he tried salad or vegetables again. The predator had been quiet lately, very quiet, and it was reassuring to think maybe it wouldn't return at all. Too bad he had no idea what had sparked its presence in the first place.
Zach glanced at Billy, but didn't turn to the man. He had seen his share of those wriggling tentacles the last time they'd met. He was uneasy, especially in such proximity. "Yeah... but that wasn't enough variety for them." He invoked the doctors deliberately. After all, in addition to human, the three of them sitting at the table were respectively part lion, part octopus, or part overgrown lizard. He looked around for a badly disguised camera to stare down, but couldn't find one with his eyes.
Billy continued eating, sitting back to watch them while idly chewing his sushi. He had no idea who or what they were talking about, ergo his attention wandered, staring at Rex's inhuman features as he tried to guess what he was becoming. Zach was a mystery to him- he didn't know that much about lizards beside the salamanders he'd find in his mum's garden when he was young. And then get beaten for bringing them into the house to keep as pets. Maybe a type of goat? He cocked his head to the side, still staring and deep in idle thought as he chewed his raw fish.Rex was still more puzzled than ever. And he just had "Billy, it's obvious that you're turning into some kind of... oc... to... pus.. thing." He spread out the syllables in thought, sizing up as much as he could from what Rex could see. He had been eating alot of sushi as well, and thankfully the changes had knocked some sense into the slimy man. Hey, what do you know! His change reflects his personality. Billy seemed to be behaving himself much more than last time, maybe because Avery the 'fine lass' wasn't around.
Rex continued with his thought, "But I have no idea what on earth your change is, Zach. Do you have any ideas?" Rex rattles his brain for anything scaley with horns, but his lack of animal knowledge continued to give him blanks.Zach's odd yellow eyes darted between Billy and Rex's curious stares. His tail stopped swishing and slowed to a stop. "I'm... um..." The easy answer was 'monster'. The more difficult one was what exactly he was made of specifically. He'd had no help with details from the mad doctor when he asked.
There is no way in hell Duvert was serious, though! he thought to himself as he wondered how to answer Rex's question. A dragon... even if it's just some freakish mix of DNA... that's just unbelievable.
Billy's sideways look made him nervous, but he was glad he hadn't been strangled by one of those tentacles yet. "I don't know what I am, really. A lizard of some kind... though the horns don't help my guesses." He paused before offering what he did know, his voice rising in panic as he went on. "There's probably a reason I don't look like any normal animal. I'm some kind of... of a mix. Not that it really makes that much sense to begin with. Duvert thinks I'll end up looking like a dragon, or something like that."
"At least both of you know what they're turning you into." He nervously flashed Billy a look of confusion. "Sort of...?"
"I don' know fer sure, no' really... bu' things wit' tentacles aint too common, aye?" Billy snickered. "A dragon, eh? I'da' though' he'd make y'a sheep! I suppose he's tryin' t'improve yer agression problem, eh?""Well... I think that you could take the doctor's word for it couldn't y-" He paused, htinking over what he'd just said, "Yeaaah... never mind. They are a pretty untrustworthy bunch, aren't they?"
Rex continued to look Zach up and down from across the table, though caught himself staring and averted his gaze down to a drop of barbeque sauce splattered on his plate. "A dragon does make sense, though. What else could it be?" He took another bite, running possiblities through his head.
"The only big clue to my animal is my uh, tail." The tufted stalk twitched attentively at the mention of it's name. "I'm guessing a lion. I don't know what else has a tail like that.""No, not that many of those. I guess " he nodded to Billy. He smirked a little at the man's original guess. At least he would have known what he was. Aggression problem? He'd heard word traveled fast, but this was just absurd.
"I was scared. I had to ask..." He'd looked in the mirror and the horns had been the first thing to get to him. "You're right, maybe they are lying to me. And probably right about being a lion. I don't know of any other animal with a tail like that."
He frowned. "Only a matter of time before you'll find out for sure, huh?"
Billy stared down at his now empty plate, a tentacle still out and exploring it's smooth empty surface befor tucking away again, "Well, gents, it's been lovely, bu' s'time fer me t'go." That said, he stood with his tray to saunter away towards the exit. Nice chaps. Single serving friends. Company while eating. It worked. Without waiting for them to say good bye, he deposited his tray in the appropriate place befor lurching towardsthe double doors. A nice long quiet smoke in his room, that's what he needed. Clear his head. Maybe he'd visit Pyroth later...
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