Parasite Eve

Moments Of Transition

Aya Brea turned off the shower and just stood for a moment, letting the hot water drip down her golden brown skin.  She pressed her forehead against the slick wall tile, listening to the drip of water upon the tiled floor of the stall, the hypnotizing swirl of liquid spiraling into the gleaming drain.  Aya closed her eyes, lost in thought, lost in memory...

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The young woman's most vivid early memory was the crash that killed her parents.  Aya and her younger sister had survived, but had suffered severe cerebral trauma.  There was nothing conventional medicine could do to help the comatose girls, but there was an untested, highly experimental treatment that could heal Aya's wounds.  Dr. Hans Klamp heard of Aya's condition and judged that she could be a useful test subject for his new gene-manipulation procedure.

Dr. Hans Klamp was a young, hot shot researcher working for a Japanese university that specialized in bio-cellular research.  Hans focused his research upon mitochondria, the component of a cell that converts sugar into energy for the body.  Dr. Klamp theorized that much of the energy generated by the mitochondria is wasted, just as energy is lost when electricity is transmitted through a line of copper wire.  Hans believed that if he could make mitochondria intelligent, the wasted bio-energy could be recovered and utilized.  The possibilities were endless, fatal wounds could be healed within moments, the mind would be able to manipulate tissue on the cellular level, the danger of disease would be gone, age and death could be defeated.

The University saw the benefits of Dr. Klamp's research and lavished resources and funding upon him.  They paid for the procurement of test subjects like Aya Brea so that Hans could implement his revolutionary techniques.  Aya underwent Dr. Klamp's treatment and stayed at the University hospital under close observation.  Aya's younger sister had more severe injuries, so she had to endure even more radical treatments.  Aya's memories of her sister were hazy at that point, she could recall images of her younger sister in bed, then the girl being taken away by nurses, then nothing more.

Aya was not the only girl undergoing Dr. Klamp's experimental treatments, there was another girl, a girl named Melissa Pearce.  Melissa was a year younger than Aya, she had been admitted to the lab in order to find a cure for her brain cancer.  Melissa was always in constant pain, she never spoke much to Aya, she fought with all her might to endure the agony throbbing within her skull.

Just like her sister, Melissa was taken away one night, and Aya never saw her again.  Aya herself recovered quickly, she was put through exhaustive physical and mental testing, until finally she was deemed a success.  When Aya turned sixteen, she was released from the University hospital and flown back to the United States, where she was adopted by foster parents.  She went through high school and college, graduated at the top of her class, and decided to become a police officer.  Aya always thought about her little sister, she wondered what had happened to the girl, if she was even still alive.

The University never told Aya what had happened to her sister.  Aya couldn't even contact Dr. Klamp about the experiments performed upon her or her sibling.  It was a mystery that plagued Aya, until the Parasite Eve incident.

The re-appearance of Melissa Pearce initiated a series of events that unraveled the mysteries of Aya's past.  Aya's sister had evolved into the first Eve, a mitochondria-mutated woman whose sole purpose was to give birth to the Ultimate Being, the next stage of human evolution.  The first Eve had become too powerful, so Dr. Klamp destroyed her and began again, this time using Melissa as a test subject.  Hans developed drugs that kept Melissa's mutation under control, until she stopped using them.  At an opera performance, Melissa changed into the second Eve, and used her mitochondria-spawned powers to torch the theater's audience.  Aya pursued Eve, encountering Dr. Klamp and his assistant, a young scientist named Kunihiko Maeda.  Maeda and Aya's partner, detective Daniel "Bo" Dallas, helped the young woman track down and confront Eve before the mitochondria-possessed creature could give birth to the Ultimate Being.  

The battle with Eve above the Statue of Liberty did not prevent Eve from spawning the Ultimate Being.  All seemed lost, until Aya discovered her own mitochondria-powers.  She fought the newborn Being, and destroyed it with Maeda's help.

Two years had passed since the Ultimate Being's destruction.  Aya still worked for the NYPD.  Bo was now chief of police.  Maeda had returned to Japan with the Ultimate Being and Eve's remains to study them.  Dr. Hans Klamp, the father of the intelligent mitochondria research, was dead, burned to ash by his own creation.  

Klamp's legacy still gave the NYPD problems.  Mutants created by the intelligent mitochondria continued to plague New York, although their numbers were decreasing steadily.  Bo had put Aya in charge of the mutant cases since she was the best equipped to deal with them.  Bo and Maeda were the only ones who knew about her own mutation and the powers it gave her.  Aya was different, set apart, as alien as her sister and Melissa.

***

The phone in Aya's bedroom rang shrilly.  Aya sighed and climbed out of the shower stall, wrapping a thick towel around her torso as she crossed the dark room to the vibrating phone.  The drapes were drawn across the bedroom's single window, the bed was unmade and disheveled.  Shoes and pieces of clothing covered the carpet, Aya almost tripped over a sneaker as she reached out and snatched the receiver.

"Brea."

"Got another one," said police chief Dallas in his deep, strong voice.

"I'm on it."

***

Aya climbed out of her car and flipped up the collar of her jacket.  The air misted in front of Aya's beautiful face, even though it was mid-morning.  An alley mouth was blocked off with bright, yellow police tape, four beat cops kept the curious pedestrians away.

"Who's in charge?" asked Aya, addressing the nearest officer.

"Gordon.  He went to get some coffee," answered the cop, pointing at the convenience store next to the alley.

Gordon pushed open the store door with his wide back and approached Aya holding two styrofoam cups filled with steaming, black coffee.  He offered a cup to Aya, who gratefully accepted.

"What's the situation?"

"Several pedestrians heard a woman screaming.  Some..thing snatched the screamer and pulled her into this alley.  The officers on the scene checked the alley out, there's a sewer grating in the back, it was closed, but there aren't any other exits from that alley, and there are signs of struggling.  One of the cops found an empty, brown, woman's loafer," said the fat detective, scratching his stubble-covered chin.

Aya sipped her coffee while Gordon talked.  Delicious warmth flowed through the young woman's shivering limbs.  When the cup was empty, Aya crushed it and tossed it into a nearby wastebasket.

"Keep this area sealed off, I'll go check it out."

"Want back-up?"

"I'll go in alone, but stay within shouting distance."

"My hero," grinned the fat man, his brown eyes twinkling.

"Smart ass," smiled Aya before she passed by the cops and wriggled through the lines of tape.

The sun-lit alley smelled of rotting garbage and urine.  Aya reached into her jacket and drew her pistol, holding it upright with both hands.  The late fall air chilled Aya's cheeks and fingers, she pressed her teeth together to keep them from chattering.  Aya slowly walked by piles of damp, cardboard boxes and broken, plastic crates.  She reached the end of the alley, and spotted the iron grate in the ground that emitted plumes of warm, white smoke.

Aya knelt near the grate, there were long scuff lines leading up to the frame, the grate itself was not flush with the sewer entrance, it had been replaced hastily.

The lovely detective holstered her pistol to pry up the heavy grate.  She lowered it to the side and peered in, the tunnel reeked of human waste and was filled with thick, wet, steam.  Aya lowered her slender legs over the edge, then dropped down into the gurgling stream of filth.  She wrinkled her small nose and pulled out her gun, bright, blue eyes piercing the coiling fog.  She could sense the kidnapper, his body burned with the heat generated by the mutated mitochondria.  Aya listened intently, she could hear the intelligent cells, whispering like a chorus of lonely ghosts.  

Aya followed the sewer tunnel, pistol upraised, sneakers softly splashing in the shallow, trickling stream.  A weak moan echoed through the wet passage, Aya froze, listening for another.  A second moan quickly followed the first, it was nearby. Aya walked faster, her heart pounding so hard and fast she could hear it.  Aya's glowing blue eyes detected patches of warmth upon the walls, the kidnapper had definitely come this way.

As Aya drew closer, she could hear more soft moans and a wet, squishing sound.  She slowed when she saw a wall of heat emanating from around a bend in the tunnel, she swallowed, tightened her grip upon her pistol, and approached the flickering, red barrier.

A creature that had once been a man thrust between a prone young woman's legs.  The mutant's face was gaunt and corpse-pale, his hollowed eyes burned with madness and lust.  He was dressed in tattered rags, his body painfully thin and wiry.  The mutant clutched his victim's kneecaps, holding her thighs apart while he reflexively stabbed into her over and over with a long, bloated, purple cock that seemed to pulse with its own, obscene life.

Aya could see that the mutant was trying to infect the sobbing girl, the detective watched with her glowing eyes as a stream of molten red mitochondria traveled from the mutant into the young woman.  The intelligent mitochondria didn't have the strength to survive the transfer, however, the red stream faded once it entered the naked girl's clenched stomach.

Aya aimed her pistol at the humping mutant.  "Back away from the girl, now!"

The mutant slowly turned his skeletal face, eye sockets burning like twin flames.

Aya felt her blood begin to boil, the mitochondria within her responding to the mutated cells of the transformed man, like calling to like.

Aya lowered her gun, her breasts swelling underneath her jacket.

The mutant pulled himself out of the trembling, nude girl and lurched towards Aya.

"Get out of here!"

The weeping young woman gathered her ripped clothing and fled down the tunnel, her bare feet splashing loudly as she disappeared from sight.

The blood roared in Aya's temples, she panted harshly, watching the shambling mutant approach with wide, luminescent, blue eyes.  The mutant groped Aya's face, touched her flushed cheeks with equally hot fingertips.  Aya stood frozen while the mutant tugged off her jacket, then tore open her white blouse, revealing her bra-clad breasts.  Aya was wearing a black silk bra that clung tightly to each of her firm tits, the mutant snatched the fabric between the cups and tore it free, the bra fell open, Aya's breasts shivered violently.

Aya closed her eyes and moaned as the mutant squeezed and sucked on her pliant tits.  She frantically tugged on her belt buckle, unclasping it, then unbuttoning the front of her snug jeans.  Aya was as driven as the mutant now, she pushed him onto a tunnel ledge, then straddled his bony waist, jerking down her jeans and panties with trembling hands.  The young detective brushed blonde hair out of her perspiring face before squatting onto the mutant's crotch.  Aya whimpered when she felt the mutant's erection slide up into her pussy.  She lowered her bare ass harder, shoving the thin man's bloated prick deep into her vagina.  Aya began riding the mutant, her tits shuddering, her head thrown back as she moaned with pleasure. The mutant thrust up with his sharp pelvis, stuffing his fat meat into Aya's tight slit.  With sweat pouring down her naked body, Aya rolled her sensual hips, her open palms resting on the mutant's feverish chest, her thighs squeezing the groaning man's limp legs.

As the mutant swelled inside her, Aya could feel his mutated mitochondria flow into her body.  The intelligent mitochondria in her own bloodstream devoured the weaker mutant strain, ecstasy and warmth filled Aya as she fucked the weak man between her legs, thrusting faster and faster with her muscled pelvis, sucking the mutant's cock deeper and deeper into her squeezing cunt.  Aya arched her gleaming back, droplets of sweat raining from the young woman's damp, golden hair as she orgasmed, her cries of pleasure thundering through the dark sewer tunnel.

The prone mutant was motionless, when Aya caught her breath, she leaned down and checked the pulse of his neck, there was none.

Aya climbed off of the dead mutant and slipped back into her soaked clothes.  The heat that still suffused Aya's body kept her warm while she followed the tunnel back to the surface.  She re-emerged from the alley grate, Gordon backed away and made a disgusted face.

"Damn, Brea!  You reek!"

"Going hand to hand with a perp in a sewer can do that," retorted Aya acidly.

"We collected the girl and sent her to the hospital.  What about our perp?"

"Dead.  When he got off the girl he attacked me, I had to take him down."

"You're tougher than you look," grunted Gordon.

"Guys always underestimate me," grinned Aya as she flapped her open jacket.  "I'm taking off for a shower and some clean clothes.  I'll meet you later at the station with my report."

"Okay."

Aya emerged from the alley and climbed into her car.  The woman's blood had cooled, every muscle in her body ached, she felt as weak as a kitten.  When Gordon came out of the alley and looked at her strangely, Aya started her car and drove down the street.  She had never reacted that way with a mitochondrian before, she wondered what it meant, she wondered if her own mutation was complete, or was she becoming..something else.

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