Parasite Eve

M.I.S.T.

Victor Fletcher stood next to the panoramic window that stretched across an entire wall of the deputy director's office.  He admired the glowing skyline of Washington D.C., he took slow drags from his cigarette, lost in thought.  When the door to Victor's office burst open, the tall, well-dressed man didn't take his gaze from the window.

"Sir!  Everyone's waiting for you!" wheezed the young male aide.

"Let them wait a while longer," replied Victor before he took another long drag from his smoldering cigarette.

***

Victor strode into the rectangular briefing room, passing each of the sitting department heads without the merest hint of acknowledgement.  He took his place at the head of the long table, he leaned back into the soft, high-backed, leather chair, raking his cold, blue eyes across the assembled men.

"What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?" frowned Victor darkly.

"We..have a situation in Los Angeles."

"Baldwin, Los Angeles is your responsibility."

"Yes, sir.  There's a problem in Akropolis Tower," shifted Baldwin uneasily.

"What problem?"

"The Neo-Mitochondria has..escaped containment.  There have been several spontaneous mutations, and four deaths so far," swallowed agent Baldwin.

Victor simply stared at Baldwin until the normally taciturn agent was sweating visibly.  Fletcher released Baldwin from his gaze with a contemptuous sneer, turning his eyes on the other unsettled supervisory agents.

"Maeda, we need to involve Ms. Brea earlier than anticipated."

"I don't think that's a good idea, sir," replied the shy Japanese scientist, rising from his seat along one of the long walls. "Aya's physiology has been exhibiting some strange fluctuations lately, I'd rather not expose her to the Neo-Mitochondria until I'm satisfied that it's safe."

"Safe for her or for us?" countered Victor, pinning Maeda with his icy stare.

"For both, of course," stammered Maeda, lowering his eyes.  "I don't know what will happen if Aya is exposed to the new mitochondria strain, she might mutate, she might become something even more dangerous than Eve."

"There's a thought," smiled Victor.  "Your objections are noted, but I want Brea inducted into M.I.S.T. and transferred to Los Angeles, we'll see what happens when she encounters the NMCs."

"Yes, sir," sighed Maeda.

"Baldwin, you'll take charge of Brea's indoctrination.  Contact chief of police Dallas and get the wheels in motion."

"Yes, sir!"

"You're dismissed."

The supervising agents rose and filed out of the conference room.  Maeda lingered near the open double doors.

"Brea may find out, about Neo Ark, about..."

"If she does, she'll be dealt with," snapped Victor as he stood up and looked out the darkened window behind him.

"I..I won't let anyone hurt her."

Victor turned and smiled reassuringly at the shaken scientist.  "I don't want to hurt Ms. Brea either, Maeda.  Keep in touch with agent Baldwin, monitor Brea's status whenever you wish."

"Thank..thank you, sir."

"You better go, we have the Akropolis Tower incident to contain."

"Yes, sir."

Victor watched Maeda leave the room, then he returned his gaze to the star-filled sky.

"Now I begin my dance with Fate."

***

Wayne Garcia quickly got out of the way of two rushing detectives before he walked into the homicide office.  He found Aya standing behind her desk, dropping personal items into a small, brown, cardboard box.

"Hey, Brea!  I heard you're leaving!"

"Yeah, Garcia.  I'm joining the F.B.I.," grinned Aya.

"How come?  The NYPD not challenging enough for ya?" laughed Wayne weakly.

"The F.B.I. pays better, and I get to live in Los Angeles, lots of sun and topless guys."

"Well...I just wanted to stop by and say that I'll miss you, Aya.  Good luck in L.A."

"Why, Wayne!  I didn't think you cared!" smiled Aya, punching Garcia playfully on the arm.

"Yeah, well, I was only half-kidding when I kept telling you I wanted to get in your pants."

"You're such a poser!" laughed Aya.  "Don't harass the other lady cops when I'm gone, they'll kick your ass!"

***

Aya was waiting near her gate terminal when chief Dallas appeared, breathing heavily.

"I tried to get here earlier, but we had a last minute mutant case!"

"Did you handle it?  Do you need me to stay?" asked Aya with a worried frown.

"We handled it," smiled Bo.  "New York will be fine without you."

Aya nodded, suddenly uncomfortable and tongue-tied.  Bo noticed her unease.

"We've been through a lot over the last few years:  Eve, homicidal mutants, all kinds of crazy shit."

"You were a great partner, and a real good friend, Bo," smiled Aya, looking up into her friend's face.  "I learned everything about being a cop from you."

"You take care in L.A.," said Bo, stretching out his right hand.

Aya ignored Bo's hand and hugged him tightly.  "You take care too, Bo!"

***

A light rain was falling as Aya left the L.A. air terminal.  She raised an arm to hail a cab, but before a taxi could respond, a sleek, black sedan rolled up in front of Aya.

"Get in, Brea!" called out the driver through the open passenger window.

"Who are you?" inquired Aya.

The rear passenger door opened and an auburn-haired woman stuck her head out.  "We're with M.I.S.T., just like you, and we have a situation, get in!"

Aya debated for a moment, then climbed into the back with the woman.  When Aya closed the passenger door, the driver peeled away from the curb.

"Jodie Bouquet, firearms controller," introduced the woman while she sized Aya up.  "The driver's Rupert Broderick, a hunter agent like you."

"Pleased to meet you," saluted Rupert as he weaved through traffic.

"Take off your jacket," ordered Jodie while she rummaged through a satchel on the floor.

"Excuse me?" asked Aya incredulously.

"You'll need more protection than a blouse and that creamy white skin of yours," replied Jodie, holding up a blue armored vest.  "Our best combat armor, even has a built-in motion sensor."

Aya slid out of her leather jacket and allowed Jodie to help her into the rigid vest.

"What's the situation?" asked Aya.

"There've been at least three murders in the Akropolis Tower," replied Rupert while he turned onto an off-ramp.  "Intel says the Tower has been used to conduct Neo-Mitochondria research."

"Neo-Mitochondria?  What's that?"

"You know about intelligent mitochondria, right?  There was that big incident in your neck of the woods a couple years ago," reminded Rupert.

"Yeah."

"Well, Neo-Mitochondria is a brand new strain, it's a lot more contagious than your common variety 'chondria and the mutations are a hundred times nastier.  Flesh-eating zombies are nothing compared to NMCs."

"NMCs?"

Neo-Mitochondria Creatures," answered Rupert.

"There, you're almost all set," nodded Jodie, wiping a strand of dark hair out of her lovely face.  "All you need now is some hardware."

Jodie reached down into her satchel and pulled out a heavy pistol with a clip protruding just in front of the trigger.

"An M93R, semi-automatic pistol, three round burst," said Jodie, offering the weapon to Aya.

Aya accepted the heavy pistol and sighted down the barrel.  "How many in the clip?"

"Twenty," replied Jodie as she handed Aya several loaded clips.

"Do you know how many NMCs are in the Tower?"

"No," said Rupert as the car approached the brightly-lit Tower.  "There were also reports of spontaneous mutations, the Neo-Mitochondria could be airborne."

"You two better stay outside then, I'll check the Tower out alone."

"You immune or something?" snorted Rupert.

"Or something," retorted Aya, placing her M93R in her empty left shoulder holster.

Rupert stopped the car near the Akropolis entrance.  The hunter couldn't drive closer because the entire Tower was surrounded by police and emergency vehicles.  High-powered sky lights had been placed around the building, they bathed the entire Tower in harsh, silver light.

"Nothing can get out," said Rupert as he followed Aya up the flight of stairs to the main entrance.  "Your job is to rescue any survivors and find out what the hell happened."

"Acknowledged," nodded Aya.  She stopped just in front of the revolving main door of the Tower and drew her pistol.  She slid a round into the weapon's chamber, then motioned for Rupert to back away.

"Good luck, Brea.  Nothing like a trial by fire, huh?" Rupert chuckled.

Aya grinned and entered the revolving door.  She emerged into a foyer, a huge, glass-walled chamber with an ornate fountain gurgling in the center.  A moan from the right alerted Aya, she lowered her pistol and walked quietly to the source of the noise.

A coughing SWAT officer rested against one of the marble pillars enclosing the foyer.  He brought up his pistol when Aya approached.

"Who the fuck are you?" coughed the cop.

"Aya Brea, M.I.S.T."

"They finally brought in the Feds, huh?" wheezed the cop, clutching his bleeding chest.

Aya looked down at the bleeding wound, it had been made by a sharp claw roughly human-sized.

"Are there any survivors around?" asked Aya, kneeling next to the resting officer.

"Naw, the monsters gutted almost everybody.  I saw a woman run toward the food court, just take that escalator," pointed the SWAT officer.  "I was going to get her, but some shit-faced monster jumped me and stuck his hand into my chest."

"Can you make it outside?"

"Yeah, just watch yourself in here," warned the cop.

Aya helped the SWAT officer to his feet, then watched him hobble towards the revolving door.  She raised her pistol and crossed the foyer to the rising escalator, she climbed aboard and searched every shadow as she ascended to the second floor.

The hallways were deathly quiet as Aya walked to the food court.  She found an occasional splash of blood on the floor or on a wall, but no bodies or the creatures that attacked them.  Aya passed a bank of elevators and walked into an open space surrounded by an assortment of restaurants.  Chairs and tables were strewn everywhere, restaurant fronts were shattered and dark.  One restaurant still had its lights on, a greek-theme restaurant called the Parthenon Cafe.

Aya approached the Cafe and cautiously opened the door.  She heard a woman weeping inside, she lowered her pistol and walked into the restaurant.  The woman was squatting in front of the counter, rocking herself back and forth.

"I won't change, I won't change, I won't change!" moaned the young woman.

"Miss?  My name's Agent Brea, I'm here to get you to safety," whispered Aya soothingly.

The young woman looked over her left shoulder at Aya.  "They put it in the food!  We're tests!  Lab rats!"

"Tests for what?" asked Aya with a frown.

The woman started shaking violently.  She screamed, and her skin burst like an over-ripe fruit.

Aya stepped back and lowered her gun at the woman.  The woman stood up as her flesh melted like hot wax, shifting into something else, something that had no resemblance to a human being.  A gaunt, skeletal face snarled at Aya, the eyes were empty, black sockets, the gaping mouth filled with jagged, white teeth.

The fever that came over Aya when she encountered another mitochondria host returned, but it felt much more intense with this creature.  The NMC crouched low on heavily muscled legs and shuffled towards Aya, the holes in its face that served as nostrils flaring as it gathered Aya's scent.  The monster growled and licked its mouth with a long, serpentine, purple tongue, its feminine breasts were swollen, its dark brown nipples were erect and oozing.  Aya inhaled the NMC's musky odor, her breasts pressed against the armored vest protecting her torso as the monster drew closer, its clawed hands twitching reflexively.  Sweat beaded down Aya's flushed face, she lowered her gun when the NMC stood in front of her, lowering its head to her crotch, sniffing between her legs loudly.

Aya holstered her gun and unfastened her jeans.  The NMC grabbed her pants and yanked them down, its long tongue sliding across her left thigh, tasting her hot flesh.  Aya leaned back against the restaurant wall and simply stood still while the NMC nuzzled her crotch and rubbed her wet panties with its thick, agile tongue.  The mutant pulled Aya's slim legs apart and caressed the damp, white silk of the young woman's underwear.  Aya buried her hands in her thick, blonde hair, panting as the NMC fondled her pussy through her thin panties.  The creature raised its claws and ripped Aya's white panties to shreds.  The NMC buried its muzzle inside Aya's cunt and began licking earnestly.  Aya's hips shuddered while the NMC ate out her pussy, her skin grew hotter, her moans became faster and louder.

Aya could feel the Neo-Mitochondria enter her body.  When Aya's mitochondria joined with the new strain, fire exploded in the young woman's blood, she groaned in ecstasy, every cell was super-charged, energy filled her to bursting.  As Aya's pelvis slid across the slurping NMC's gaunt face, the air around them both became distorted with heat.  The NMC quaked, its pale skin began to blister and crack.  

When Aya orgasmed, the NMC was engulfed in roaring red flames.  The creature howled in agony, pulling away from Aya, crashing into over-turned tables and chairs.  Aya slid down to the floor, panting raggedly, watching in a daze as the NMC was devoured by the flames and reduced to a pile of black ash.

After the mitochondria-driven fever was gone, Aya raised up her jeans and belted them shut.  She used the wall to climb to her feet, she felt weak and dizzy after the indescribable ecstasy that had raged through her body.  Aya staggered out of the hot restaurant and resumed her search of the Tower.

***

Deputy Director Fletcher watched as the combat helicopter lifted up into the night sky.  When the chopper had disappeared, the tall, lean director left the office heli-pad and returned to his dimly-lit office.  Victor reclined within his plush, leather chair and tapped a number into his desk phone.

"Agent Baldwin."

"The Golem is on the way, make sure he reaches the Tower safely."

"He will, sir.  Agent Brea is still in the Tower searching for survivors."

"Order her out of there now, the Tower operation is compromised."

"Yes, sir."

Victor terminated the connection and reached into his suit vest pocket for his golden cigarette case.  He snapped the case open and removed a fresh cigarette, he lit the tip with a matching gold lighter, then replaced case and lighter inside his black, silk suit.  Victor turned his chair to watch the skyline, he took a long drag and blew out a stream of thick, gray smoke.

"My beautiful Eve is almost ready," whispered Victor before he drew more rich tobacco smoke into his mouth.

*****