itsinside's Journal

Watching You
He watched them at their meeting. Oh, they needed to be concerned. Their attempts at organizing, at protecting themselves, while laudable, were laughable. They couldn’t defeat this enemy. They only had a slim chance of stopping it. How many would be lost before then?

Of course, they didn’t understand the necessity of the reporter’s death. How could they? They didn’t see what he saw.

They don’t understand how very special you are. Any one of them would kill you if given the chance. Even the ones that you protect. The voice was right. It usually was. They’re pumping gas in the air. Even now. You can take it. You’re different. But they’ll become compliant. They won’t help themselves. They’ll offer themselves up as experiments or hosts.

He could smell it. The gas. It was slightly antiseptic. Yes, they were sheep. Just a herd of lambs, all of them. Some of them already hosted the creatures, the slug that wriggled in their guts. The masters. They wanted healthy hosts that would withstand their invasion. They wanted the best. Some of these sheep were safe because of that. The one in the wheelchair was unacceptable for a host, as was the blind woman. The girl who couldn’t talk sense and seemed eternally confused didn’t have the kind of mind they needed, nor did the man apparently broken by war, or so the whispers of rumor claimed. Imperfect. Disposable. Safe.

The leaders. The people the rest look to for guidance and protection. They’re targets. Can’t get close enough to see if they already have a slug in their entrails. This wasn’t a good line of sight. But you’ll find out.

Yes, the leaders. The nurse, what can she slip to the people with a smile and the look of a merciful angel. Just there to help. If she wasn’t infected, she would be soon. The FBI man. Oh yes, he was prime host material. Lead them into anything, make it for their own good. The Librarian with the sharp eyes. He was already more than he seemed. He was likely already hosting and guiding from behind the scenes. Who else? The singers weren’t taking the lead, but their influence over people due to fame would make them prime hosts as well. Where were they?

He might be able to save some if they’re recent hosts. Cut the slug out, cut it up. They’d be free. Their souls would still have a chance. But others were already devoured. Look, there. Yeah, she was already gone. The nurse. He saw it wriggle inside her. Her child was in danger.

He had to protect these people.

(OOC: Excuse this being on a personal post. I am unable to post to the RPG. Hopefully that will be fixed soon. If people haven't friended me... oh they are so much easier to stalk in the game.)