Invasion of a Dead Girl
The small room on the moving train was cushioned on all sides with black, coffin-like upholstery. There was no light, save the very top corner of the room that was lined with rectangular holes barely large enough to look out of. The light that shone through was like a sporadic tunnel crossing, beating down in evenly spaced intervals. The tracks produced a low hum, and sometimes an insect buzz when passing the lights.
A young girl's body lay naked on the floor. She had a black mask over her face with an opening only over her mouth. The only indication of life was slight breathing and a nervous heart rate. She was as pale as a post drown girl and her moist surface of cold sweat made her sticky like humid, summer leather. Her still developing body writhed and stopped like a strobe-lit snake. Periodically, her small breasts heaved upwards, taking in air like a drowning child breaking the surface. Curvy, petite features encased a small bone structure. There was no fat, only skin and sweat over muscle. She was five feet of drugged promiscuity, hallucinating on a pre-orgasmic high.
Reih opened his eyes and the scene came to him with the force of a stampede. He found himself naked with his mind racing. He had never exposed his bulk of symmetrical muscle because of the deluded, false knowledge of its ugliness. In truth, his body had a natural attractiveness and precocious muscularity. The high that hit him was like the girl's, except with a bull-like aggression that felt like charging through a wall and doing damage. It was foreign and empowering.
He had visions of destructive explosions taking down buildings; and repeating words rhymed, crawling like spiders through his head. He throbbed from below with uncontrolled desire.
The girl tried to keep calm but held onto an anticipating fear. That fear battled what she knew was a doped up physical desire. Reih looked over at her. He had never been so close to a naked girl. Her pull was something different, like a beating drum slowing becoming in sync with his pounding pulse. It was a pulse like a ramming piston, compressing with such pressure that it cracked steel valves, releasing geological pressure.
Her foot reached out and found his leg, running down it and then back up. The touch was gripping and further intoxicating with the promise of release from built up adolescent frustration. He wanted to move, but even his heightened state was repressed by a feeling and knowledge of pure affection that kept him at bay.
Then the memory attacked in violent phantasmagoria, with a rejection so amplified that it shook the earth. Genocide unfolded before his eyes. His fear was mutated and his inner world came spilling out onto the floor like blood.
She climbed on top of him and started feeling around with hands racing like a million reptiles over a nighttime desert floor. Her deathly pallor was farther realized when her jerky motions seemed to fend of rigor mortis with continuous motion.
Everything subsided in Reih with this heartless embrace. As her hands ran down, her heart skipped with a fear of being torn apart like the mating of a male lion and a housecat. At that point she started to resist, realizing that the pain would be many times what she imagined, giving birth to new land masses formed from the splitting of two others.
He rolled to be on top of her. She couldn't see through the mask, and that was so appealing to Reih, like interacting with a voyeuristic fantasy. His weight was too much on top of her. She tried to push off with futile resolve.
Her inexperience was like a castle wall with a relentless attacking army ramming the gates. And when the gates first shown structural weakness, she screamed out like the inhabitants that were soon to be massacred. It was a war, and the attacking force burst through with cruel force. Her screams became harsher, coming from a deeper place that she never knew existed. Tears streamed down the inside of her mask, trapped inside a place that would never be seen. The carnage that ensued covered the gates with blood, flooding over from the inside.
When it was over it wasn't relief that Reih found but spiraling, dismal confusion and loss of hope. He still didn't know what was going on. The door was there with a metal hand bar. He stood up and then fell down finding himself almost too dizzy to move. Screaming night wraiths circled with trails of light and shadow in a kaleidoscope of black. He was now terrified that he was losing his grip on reality. He stumbled upward and fell against the door with a painful thud. He pulled the door open and stumbled out crashing against the other side of the hallway. On both sides of the train car were doors and the hallway itself had four doors on both sides. He turned to look at the door he came from.
A sign read BREEDING CHAMBER.
His eyes became wide and one of the far doors opened. Z walked through the far train car door carrying a clipboard and humming to himself. He looked up and jolted with electric surprise.
"Holy shit!"
Reih tumbled over turning his head from side to side against the ground, nearly convulsing.
"Aww, jeeesus christ. That's all my day needed…" his voice became high pitched "Z, drive yourself to Terra today! Z, fix the comm. Gear! Z, set up the cameras! Z, calm down the new kid! Z, load the supplies on the train! Z, drag the big, naked guy back to his room!"