Bio Funk Opening

The cold damp hallway did nothing to help with the searing hot pain in Rook’s side. He was hit, and despite his sheer determination to continue deeper into the bowels of the station, the young soldier wasn’t brave enough to yet look at his injury; it was his own bowels that he should have been worried about.

“stillness Is death” he mumbled through bloodied lips—his unit's mantra. Indeed there was something ahead, anything. “Stillness is death, stillness is death, stillness is... stillness.”

Rook didn’t as much collapse to the floor as much as resign himself to it. Without blood to carry oxygen to his muscles he merely slumped over dead.

A welcome sight to the creature waiting in the walls. It was patient, ever so patient, silently following the wounded fleshling since he had been cast into his domain. Seeping between the lining of the wall it wept to Rook’s side, tentatively probing the wound; still dispensing its delightsome warm blood. The creature surely could have overcome the soldier, injured as he was from the blast and the fall, however, patience was a virtue it held in absolute abundance. For the first time in its long existence, it had been cornered, held captive on this station, everything must be executed with absolute perfection.

The first sensation Rook experienced as the creature shot into his wound was dread. His body had resigned itself to death and was not appreciative of being wrenched back onto the mortal coil. Next was a true violation of human decency, as chitinous tendrils began to trace pathways under his skin, following his nerves. Rook tried to scream but nothing came out, next followed the sensation of drowning as his assailant entered his lungs, purging his stagnant final breath; converting the biomass, and improving its construction. Each strand of muscle was constricted, ripping and re-knitting; growing more resilient with each tear. His bone’s bubbled up from the marrow casting into itself, becoming denser with each passing moment. Any human would have passed out, but Rook felt his organs individually shift and deform as his skin attached to the inner lining of his combat suit; He was no longer just “any human.”

Then, nothing. An icy coolness enveloped Rook’s entire body as if he had been slathered in menthol. The creature had fully assimilated into his brainstem and was in full control of his sensations.

But the worst was yet to come.

For all of human existence, the brain has existed as a solitary entity; however, this would no longer be the case. As the alien “other” entered his mind, both flesh and spirit, the blood vessels in his eyes burst, rendering him blind. What he heard could not even be described as screeching, pitching up and down at infinite intervals, ever louder and deep within. And yet it felt as though it was his own mind producing these impossible convulsions; He would have preferred one of the many hells of ancient earth, burning would have been a mercy.

The different parts of his brain tickled and squirmed; this all continued for some time.

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And for some time longer still.