Parasite Eve

Number 9

The boarding ramp of the midnight black jet lowered to the ground.  Number 9 emerged from the open hatch, he raised his coarse face and inhaled the crisp, late night air.  It was 5:30 a.m., it would be dawn in another half-hour.

A dark blue sedan was waiting for Number 9.  The right side rear passenger door opened and a tall, beautiful woman with long, shimmering blonde hair waited for him to approach.  She was a handler, trained to control golems like Number 9.  All golems were designed to respond to attractive females, the handler wore a special perfume that Number 9 recognized, he would do whatever she asked without question.

"Get in," said the handler with a warm smile.

Number 9 crouched low and slid into the passenger seat, nearly taking up the entire rear compartment.  The handler sat next to Number 9 and ordered the driver to leave.  The sedan rocketed across the landing field and headed towards the brightly lit Tower.

"Your combat fatigues will get you inside, as far as anyone is concerned you're just another SWAT officer," said the blonde woman as she checked the weapons pack bound across Number 9's massive shoulders.  "I've also cleared a path to the Tower's freight entrance, you can get in through there and use the freight elevator to reach your targets quickly."

"Evac?" rumbled Number 9, his dark eyes watching the traffic through the front window.

"A chopper is standing by.  It will pick you up on the roof before detonation."

"Time?"

"We can hold the police back until 6:15, the Tower has to be destroyed by then.  Self-preservation is a secondary objective, authorization code is omega-ultra-violet-nine."

"Understood," growled Number 9 stoically.

The blonde woman squeezed Number 9's right thigh, then unzipped his fatigue pants and inserted her warm hand.  Number 9 closed his black eyes while his handler massaged his large cock, stroking it to hardness.

"You've been a good boy, Number 9.  I know you can do the job."

"Yes," grunted the golem, ecstasy spreading from his crotch as the handler fondled him to orgasm.

***

Number 9 crossed the crowded street and marched towards the unguarded freight entrance.  The blonde handler kept the single sentry occupied while Number 9 climbed the short flight of concrete steps to the freight dock.  A scanner built into the side of the freight doors recognized the I.D. badge hanging from Number 9's belt, the security computers unlocked the massive doors and raised them for the golem.

Number 9 fixed a white filter mask over his dry, rubbery face.  Glowing red, heat-sensing lenses built into the mask gave Number 9 a demonic appearance, he unsheathed a heavy combat knife and walked into the loading bay, searching every nook with his enhanced vision.  When he judged the bay clear, Number 9 entered the freight elevator and set the car into motion.  The heavy metal doors slid shut, the wide car shuddered to life.  The golem removed a display pad from one of his hip pockets and studied the schematics of the Tower.  He would have to set charges in several places, and he had less than a half-hour to complete his mission.

***

"Brea.  Agent Brea, respond!" hissed Rupert into his cell phone.  The receiver remained quiet.

Agent Broderick cursed under his breath and followed the hallway.  There was a set of open double doors to Rupert's left, he peered in and grunted in surprise when he saw that the room was a sanctuary.  Chapels within corporate skyscrapers seemed somehow incompatible to the hunter.  Rupert searched the sanctuary for hiding civilians, he found no one.  A tall, burly shadow passed across the sanctuary entrance, Rupert raised his pistol, he had already encountered several roaming NMCs.

Twin ruby dots stared at the M.I.S.T. hunter.  Number 9 lunged into the sanctuary, knife raised high, powerful legs propelling him towards the frozen human.

Rupert screamed and fired his pistol at the charging golem.  Bullets slapped into Number 9's armored vest, he didn't even slow as he slashed at Rupert with his razor-edged knife.  Rupert ducked under the swing and pressed the muzzle of his gun into Number 9's stomach.  He fired off the rest of the clip, knocking Number 9 backwards.  The point-blank shots had penetrated Number 9's vest, black blood poured down the golem's thick legs.  While Rupert struggled to put a fresh clip into his gun, Number 9 leaned forward and slashed with his knife.  The blade cut deep into Rupert's chest, he howled in pain and fell back, blood gushing onto his vest.  Number 9 jumped forward and straddled the prone human.  He raised his bloody knife, ready to slice the terrified man's throat open with one clean swipe.

Three bullets punched into Number 9's armored back.  He peered over his left shoulder, a woman stood in the doorway with a smoking pistol leveled at him.  Number 9 depressed some controls on his right wrist and the pack strapped to his shoulders snapped open.  There were two loud thumping sounds as grenades were launched at the doorway.  The woman jumped away as the grenades detonated, filling the entire doorway and passage with raging fire.

Number 9 dismissed the bleeding male and marched out of the sanctuary.  He looked to his right, the woman was not in sight.  Number 9 turned left and ran towards a nearby elevator bank.  He still had to set the charges within the generator room upstairs.  The golem glanced out of a window to his right, the sky was becoming pink with dawn, his time was almost out.

***

Aya hid behind the corner for a few more heartbeats, then peeked out into the blackened hallway.  The mutant was gone, but she could still sense him, he had the most powerful mitochondria she had ever detected in a NMC.  Aya left her hiding place and jogged up to the sanctuary entrance, which still smoldered from the grenade assault.  She ran past the ranks of benches to where Rupert lay in a pool of his own blood.

"Hang on, Rupert!  I'll phone for some help!" whispered Aya sharply.

"Forget me, Brea!  You have to stop that ANMC!  He's going to blow the Tower!"

"Huh?"

"Artificial Neo-Mitochondria Creature.  We've heard about them, mutants designed and bred in labs to serve as guards, assassins, you name it," coughed Rupert raggedly.

"Who would want to breed mitochondria hosts?" frowned Aya.

"We'll play twenty questions later, get after that ANMC!"

Aya used the only med-patch she had to seal Rupert's knife wound.  Satisfied he would live until she came back for him, Aya rushed out of the sanctuary and followed the strange mutant's scent.

***

The last charge was set.  Number 9 activated the timer and lurched out of the dimly lit generator room.  A long flight of stairs ascended to the roof, the golem stomped up the stairwell, eager to re-join his handler.

Bullets ricocheted around Number 9.  He looked down, the blonde woman was attacking him again, slapping a fresh clip into her pistol.  More pistol cracks echoed up the stairwell, Number 9 felt bullets stab into his legs and exposed stomach. As the woman sprinted up the stairs, the golem pulled off his weapons pack, primed the remaining grenades, and dropped the pack over his attacker.  Number 9 climbed the stairs as fast as his bleeding legs would carry him, he could hear the woman's harsh breathing, could smell the sweat pouring from her flesh.  There was a thunderous roar from the base of the stairwell, the steps beneath Number 9 quaked, fire exploded up towards him.  Number 9 continued up the stairs, he crashed through the roof exit and emerged into the bright dawn, the wind blasting against him.

"Pick up," snarled Number 9 into his wrist communicator.

The golem spun to face the roof exit when Aya flew through it, propelled by the column of flame that vomited from the stairwell.  Number 9 readied his blood-stained knife, watching while Aya staggered back onto her feet.

"Drop your weapon!" shouted Aya, aiming her pistol at the mutant's masked face.

Number 9 lowered his knife out of reflex, he stared at the woman through his glowing red lenses, his body blossoming with heat, his cock hardening with need.

Aya kept her pistol pointed at the mutant even as her own body burned with a familiar fever.  She used the back of her right hand to wipe sweat out of her face, her breasts were pumping underneath her armored vest.

Number 9 advanced a step.  "You..you are just like me."

"Don't move!" warned Aya while her crotch began to melt, thick drops of honey slowly sliding down her legs.

The golem dropped his knife and drew closer.  He unfastened his filter mask and pulled it away so he could smell Aya easier.

Aya flinched when she saw the mutant's face.  He had crude, half-formed features, his skin was gray and rubbery. Everything about Number 9 was large and ungainly, but the neo-mitochondria in his blood sang to Aya, she yearned to touch him, and for him to touch her.

Number 9 was standing right in front of Aya before she realized it.  He pushed down her gun, then lowered his ugly face close to hers, he sniffed her golden hair, then licked her left cheek with a fat, clammy tongue.  Aya let go of her gun and started struggling with Number 9's fatigues.  She knelt down, pulling out the golem's enormous cock, holding it with both of her small hands while she rubbed her lips over the bloated head.  Number 9 gently stroked Aya's short hair as she sucked his thick member into her mouth, moaning blissfully while she caressed the quivering meat shaft with her tongue.  She earnestly rubbed her tongue just beneath the fat head of Number 9's penis, a rivulet of warm, salty cream almost instantly escaped.  Aya lapped the trickle of cum hungrily, neo-mitochondria flowed down her throat, making her hotter, exciting the mitochondria of her own body.

Aya pushed Number 9 onto his wide back and straddled his powerful hips.  The golem unfastened Aya's vest while she enfolded his erection with her soaked pussy, sighing deeply when the long shaft slid up into her belly.  Number 9 threw away Aya's armored vest and tore open her blouse.  He snapped her bra open and squeezed her small, warm breasts, teasing her nipples with his rough, thick fingers.  Aya threw back her head and moaned, riding the golem's crotch, slamming his cock harder into her sucking cunt.  Number 9 clutched Aya's milk-white tits, grunting with effort, thrusting with his muscled pelvis between the young woman's squeezing thighs.  The mitochondria of both lovers raged through their writhing bodies, exploding with energy, generating such intense heat that the very air around Aya and Number 9 shimmered and blurred.

"More!  Give me more!" panted Aya, rolling her sensual hips, digging her fingers into Number 9's vest until the material deformed from the pressure.

Number 9 obeyed and pumped faster, impaling Aya with his engorged, cum-soaked cock, releasing her bobbing tits and squeezing her smooth, firm buttocks.  Aya thrust harder and harder with her pelvis, her mouth slack and drooling, perspiration soaking her entire body.  

The golem grunted sharply and released his load inside Aya.  The young woman bit her lower lip and looked down at the golem, holding herself upright as she dropped her entire weight onto Number 9's crotch, forcing the full length of his cock into her hot vagina.  Aya whimpered and let her pussy drink every last drop of the mutant's warm semen.  Number 9 simply stared in awe of the young woman sitting on top of him, until he heard the purr of helicopter blades.

"We must leave Tower," growled Number 9, gently removing Aya from his crotch before he closed up his fatigues.

Aya closed her blouse and looked up at the descending chopper.

"Who do you work for?"

"9 cannot say," replied the golem as he took Aya's hand and led her to the waiting helicopter.

"No civilians, Number 9!" shouted the blonde handler over the whip of the chopper blades.

Number 9 froze for a moment, then the Tower shook as explosions blossomed up its length.  The golem looked down at Aya, then back at the scowling handler.

"Girl is 9's friend," said the golem before he hopped into the passenger cabin and wrapped his right arm around Aya's slim waist.

Aya's feet left the roof just as explosions tore the entire top of the Tower apart.  The helicopter swayed from the after-shock waves, angling away from the collapsing building.

"I'm sorry, Rupert," whispered Aya, her tears torn away by the sharp air drafts.

"Let the bitch go!  Now!" screamed the handler, cocking a pistol and pressing the muzzle against Number 9's left temple.

Number 9 searched the passing rooftops beneath the chopper, then found what he wanted.

"Good-bye..Aya," smiled Number 9 as he released the young woman's waist.

Aya seemed to float in the empty morning air before she smashed through a wide sky light, slamming into a swimming pool while shattered glass glittered around her.

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