Alexis: Evil Reborn (3 page)

“No, I won’t.”

Alexis screamed a muffled percussion in the watery depths as her womb expanded and pressure from her core separated her legs. Things were beyond her control. She felt her core split open and her legs spread to impossible angles. And then pain erupted, setting off fireworks behind her clenched lids as her offspring flooded from her womb, frenzied and starved. Alexis kept screaming, every fiber of her body being torn apart and remade as the birthing overtook her. Her red eyes glared, seeking out her escaping children as they spiraled up toward freedom and the surface to confront humanity.

They were beautiful, she noticed, long slender amphibian-like missiles rocketing upward to protect their mother and join with those deemed suitable. Their slimy little forms emitted the same golden hue as the mist she had spread over Martin. She fell back, unable to do anything but convulse in pain and watch her offspring flow from between her legs. Their journey would soon be complete, hundreds of little lives created by her to reshape the world.

No, not just her but the other as well, joined with her soul and as much her as she was now. The other’s presence always felt, always guiding her, making her more than she ever had been. These thoughts ran through her mind as the last of her children swam to the surface. She watched, the other inside seeing through her, but not trying to control her, letting her enjoy her new self as she had from the start.

And so she lay, flat on her back and exhausted on the bed of the pond as the rapid healing process began. It needed to be quick; her children would need her soon to lead them. The stitching of her insides, rebuilding of her joints and realignment of her being came as rapidly as the birthing. Necessity fueled change and she finished her transformative healing, accompanied by the loud cracks and pops of reformed sinew and bone, the blistering pain becoming expected now, and ignored, the next stage of her evolution upon her.

****

Topside, around the pond, the world had forgotten Alexis and discovered terror in her absence. People ran amok, wild and hopeful of their pending escape, only to be confronted by the harsh reality of despair as they succumbed one by one to the lizard-like racing beasts that had risen from the still waters.

The little, fast moving creatures emitted the golden mist like steam in a sauna. It rose from their darting forms and hung in the air, transfixing the men. The lucky ones died, the potent vapor too strong for their systems to absorb while the remaining men stood, dazed and obedient, waiting for their queens command. Subjugation was total and with the takeover came the need to shed their clothes and bare themselves to the women, naked and erect with their varied members bobbing in the air, dripping shimmering pre-cum from cock to ground.

The women were scared, their screams forever silenced as their agape mouths were entered and the children of Alexis slithered in, clawed limbs prying their jaws wider to accommodate their invasion. The change, immediate and total, seized them. They collapsed as the joining took place, one life melding into another to make one whole entity, new and old and with singular purpose. The last stage of the birthing neared completion and the women rose. Their eyes, like their Queens, were red and angry and sought out conquest. Already, they moved forward, toward the men and knowing they must feed their need.

The area from the pond to the outskirts of the factories was littered with writhing bodies as the mass mating began. The women took the men, now their slaves, and descended upon the hardened cocks, licking and preparing as their tendriled tongues serviced all the stiffening flesh. Nectar giving nipples fed suckling lips and soon the grunts and moans of the unnatural orgy echoed into the night sky.

One man emerged from the forest, blind in his obsession as he sought his mate, his Queen. Martin raced through the entangled lovers; his senses peaked to animal awareness. The smell of sweat and cum excited him and engorged his own erection further. Since his first mating it had grown impossibly long and swung between his legs, the bulbous head almost brushing his knees.

****

She could feel him, even submerged beneath the weight of the water, and she knew her chosen mate approached the pond’s edge. An impossibly wide grin split her new face, spreading from one jaw joint to the next in a tear of flesh, and she flashed upward with renewed vigor. In seconds she broke the surface and ascended the cool spring air.

The leathery beat of wings perked her ears. She looked over her shoulder at her flapping appendages.

“So fucking cool,” she said, floating like an angel of death above the orgy. “Martin.”

He is ours now, forever. When you left him alive his connection became complete. You will mate with him again and the children we have will rule this world one day. You are evolved, the prime form of what you are.

“What we are!” Alexis stated firmly, indicating her and the creature. She caught her reflection in the water, a dark mirror lit by the full moon.

She looked like herself again mostly, wings and split face aside. Her skin appeared soft and feminine but she knew it was like iron, hard and impenetrable. Her ample breasts swayed and leaked, the nectar dropping like tears in a still pool.  

Yes, what we are. Now let us go to him, breed him for our master race, and we shall show man a dawn born under a blood red sun.

Alexis swooped down, a dark angel descending triumphant, and shouldered Martin to the earth.

“On your fucking back Martin!” she hissed.

Martin obeyed, incapable of doing anything but serving the wishes of his Queen. He turned onto his back and presented his cock to her, hard and straining to be buried in her waiting womb.

“Yessssss, Martin.” Alexis lowered her hips, his oversized cock stretching her moist lips open and then filling her completely, one glorious and agonizing inch at a time. Her sheath surrounded and gripped his steely length, excited by the full feeling of his hardness.

Again she fed Martin her nectar, pushing her distended nipples to his eager mouth as he thrust inside her slick walls. She knew the nectar would hasten his release. She needed that now with the shrill blare of sirens announcing the imminent arrival of reinforcements. She would have his seed by then and be pregnant.

Her life from now on would consist of ruling and birthing. The painful first birth now completed, she would cycle birthing after birthing, and watch as her children became one with the women of the world.

Below here Martin convulsed as his cum exploded from his mushroomed head, bursting out in great excess from his slit. Alexis saw the lights pulling up and stopping, but she waited the last few seconds until Martins gift was dripping out and trailing down her thighs. Now, they would pay for coming here.

Before she could engage the oncoming officers, the spent men that had risen from their mating’s were in motion, their one goal to protect their Queen. Their fierceness wild and untamed, unleashed in savage brutality, ripped through the approaching police force.

Some of the Queens protectors fell in the onslaught of bullets loosed by the officers, but not enough to matter. The echoing screams of the dying men, and regrettably some of the uniformed women, delighted her ears but trouble loomed. Two Police cruisers were pulling away.

We must stop them before they escape. They can make trouble for us .We need time and the blanket of anonymity this town provides.

“They won’t get far,” Alexis said, raising into the air once more, the beat of her leathery wings flapping like laundry pinned up in a wind storm.  The cruisers quickly came back into view as she rode the air current, staying low and keeping her eyes locked on her targets.

Alexis swooped down, landing on the shoulder to the road leading out of the factories parking lot. Two rocks half her size laid, one on each side, framing the exit letting out to the main road. Hefting one high, no more work than lifting an egg from a carton, she narrowed in on the first cruisers windshield and threw with all her rage. Her muscles twisted, knotted and released as she brought the large stone above her head and then loosed it.

It flew, like a speeding missile, straight at its target. Seconds after leaving her steely grip, the windshield of the first patrol car shattered, blown out by the deadly projectile. The rock passed through the thick glass like a bullet through gauze, pulping the driver and ending its journey lodged in the backseat, painted crimson and peach with the remains of its victim.

The ruined vehicle spun in the following cars path. The collision could not be avoided and the second cruiser slammed into the driver’s side of the first vehicle, filling the night with the rending crunch of metal.

Alexis counted four officers, alive and dazed, making their way from the carnage of their cars.  One female and three male, two of the men badly injured. The metallic taint of spilled blood filled her head, distracting her, bringing her hunger to the forefront.

The Queens children arrived in time to see their Mother feeding on the two most injured men. She held the other two survivors, one in her right hand and the other trapped beneath her left foot, writhing on the cool pavement. Her head snapped down and the throat of one officer disappeared in a spray of scarlet. A second snap tore a gaping hole in the second injured man and all that remained of his chest was a pool of meat and blood. Their last breathes were behind them, their eyes dead and blank, as their flesh fed her hunger and their crimson flow sated her thirst.

“Yours, my children,” Alexis said through her blood red maw, dropping the woman from her outstretched hand, and raising her leg to free the trapped man. “Bond her and breed him. This town is our new breeding ground.”

Alexis looked out over her children, a mother overseeing her young, and enjoyed the scene before her. Some were still fucking and collecting cum deep in their wombs, preparing to birth her army. The air reeked of death and sex and the burnt carcass of the factory.

“Thank you for finding me. Thank you for making me a god.”

It is as it was fated to be. You know what we must do now.

“Yes, so shall it be.”

****

The next day.

“The fucking town seems dead,” Sheriff Alden said over his radio to base. “I’m looking for anything I can see. If I don’t find anything out in the next few minutes be ready to take this higher.” The Sheriff placed the mic back on its clip and rolled slowly through town.  The streets were bare except for red blotches that too closely resembled blood to him. Homes were open and doors and windows torn asunder. It looked like the town had suffered through a massive hurricane or worse.

He could have sworn someone had tried to contact him a few hours ago from Harper’s Hollow.  No, he knew someone did. A lone scream had pierced the static and interrupted his drive thru dinner. He worked on occasion with the officers here and felt obliged to check up on them after he failed to raise them through the radio and phone.

Tingles ran up his spine, like an ice cube being slowly drawn up his back. Outside his window some hope finally came into view. Things still weren’t right though. The mall was packed with vehicles. They weren’t parked so much as left in various places and odd angles. Something here stunk of trouble and sweat beaded his creased brow.

“Things are damn creepy here, George,” he said after retrieving his mic. “All the cars seem to be at the mall here. Looks like a bunch of damn women parked them. Do you copy?”

“Base hears you loud and clear, Sheriff. Just you be careful over there now. You see trouble; you call it in right away and we’ll get help on the way.”

“Will do, George. Just gonna have me a quick peek inside and see if there’s some kind of emergency meeting or somethin’,” Sheriff Alden said, suddenly feeling hot and flushed, dampening his uniform in his cold sweat.

He parked his car on the road and started toward the mall entrance. He walked slow, peeking into and at the cars strewn about the parking lot.  It seemed unnatural, more like they were dropped in place instead of parked. The puzzle didn’t make a whole lot of sense and he hoped inside the small mall held some much needed answers.

“Almost to Harpers Mall entrance, George. None of this makes a lick of sense. Haven’t seen or heard a damn thing since arriving.” He mopped his forehead with the sleeve of his uniform, mic still firm in hand. “Wait, I can see movement inside and….Oh Fuck…..ahhhhhhh.”

The glass doors shattered and the sharp shards punctured Sheriff Alden’s face and torso. His scream ended when the claws of the horror before him punched through his neck. His head bobbed to the side and the mic fell from his dead hand to hang at his side as the creature carried him inside.

****

The inside of the mall bustled with the scurrying movement of the nest. The Queen sat high on the second story on a throne of dirt and twisted steel. The mall, now hers, served as her lair and the breeding ground for her army. The men, cocooned to the ground with hard cocks raised to service the females, moaned in ecstasy as their rigid members dripped their cum in ample supply.

Martin approached, carrying the sheriff’s lifeless bulk and she beckoned him forward.

“What is it Martin?” she asked, reaching down and running her clawed fingertips from his balls to the leaking tip of his crown.