Title: Mutable: Interlude: Rone
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Interlude
Rone
I’m burning…
Rone saw but
didn’t comprehend, heard but understood nothing, felt but was also completely
numb. Every one of his senses were working perfectly, but none of it seemed to
matter, because his brain was dismissing every other source of input to focus
on the one that was all-consuming right now—the infection of the phage. It burns.... It did burn, but the fire of it was cold, sending flares coursing
along his nerve endings as it sought to overtake every aspect of his body.
Rone had never
imagined possession like this before. An alien coursed through his blood and
bones, an alien bent on dominating him. What had Cas said? That he had to fight
it. Fight, or let the phage control and eventually kill him.
No, no. He felt more than heard the
sentiment, a thrum of gentle disapproval. Strong.
Stronger. Love. Love. Was
this…the phage? Speaking to him? Managing to communicate, at least. Cas had
never mentioned it could do that. It was a bacterium, an infection, nothing
more.
No. No. The disapproval was more
intense now. Live. Alive. A ripple
of fire spread down his limbs, making him convulse. Here. You, me. Us.
Could it have a
consciousness? It definitely had a will—Rone had gathered that from how Cas
occasionally spoke of it, something to fight and master, something to direct.
But was it actually its own sentient organism?
Mmmm. It projected contentedness at him
even as it held him down and coated his veins with a layer of acid. Yes. Yes.
The pain was
becoming noticeable now, breaking through the barriers Rone had erected in his
mind—or had the phage erected them? Mental focus and control were things he
practiced as a part of his daily life, things he needed in order to keep
himself on an even keel. It was too easy to intrude into the lives of others if
he didn’t fight it, to learn about things that he had no business knowing. He
had been made into the ultimate warrior, but most of the time he felt like the
ultimate spy instead.
That was before
he’d met Beren, of course. Or Cas, really, and Christala. Whatever skill he
had, he knew now that it was nothing compared to what they could do.
Unsame. Strong. Mmmmm. The phage purred inside of his mind and body, a
vibration that made him rattle against the floor. Us. Us.
No. He didn’t want to carry the
phage—the little he knew about it was more than enough to convince him that the
price wasn’t worth it.
Yes. Power. Fire flooded his mind, and
with it came—
Visions.
Rone saw
himself standing in the bridge of a battle cruiser, one of the new
Imperion-class monstrosities, not his simple little mercy-ship. A map of the
entire Tiresias System lay spread out before him, holograms whirling in and out
of focus as his commander moved the map, describing various plans of attack.
“It almost
doesn’t matter,” she said gleefully. “Even if several of them could manage to
coordinate enough to form a decent defense, a few well-placed saboteurs could
shatter the trust between them in a matter of weeks. Shall I call up the Phage
Corps, Your Majesty?”
Rone looked at
Private Fillie—no, Commander Fillie now, because he had lost Darven, hadn’t
he—and he barely recognized her. He shuddered away from the hologram, away from
her, and the vision changed to—
“Daddy, watch!”
Shar tugged on his sleeve, getting him to turn before holding up the
sapphire-encrusted spoon. “Watch!” He lifted it, waved his hand once, twice, then
turned his palm over and the spoon was gone. “See? I can do it now! Beren
taught me how.”
“Did he,” Rone
said, distracted and not entirely sure why. Where was Lilah? Where was—
He turned back
to his son with a gasp. “You’re talking.”
Shar rolled his
eyes with a grin. “Daddy, that’s what the gift was for! To make me talk, to
make me better. And now I am.”
He
was…speaking. And his voice was nothing like Rone had ever imagined. He
stumbled for another topic of conversation, anything to distract him. “Did you
say Beren?”
“Yes, Daddy.
Papa Beren.”
“But he’s—” Dead. Only he wasn’t, not exactly, but—
The vision
changed again, becoming a hand on his shoulder, turning him around to look
at…Beren. Yes, this was his husband, the one he’d married at any rate. The smooth
oval face was the same, the bright eyes, the thick dark eyebrows and gentle
smile. “What happened?” Rone asked helplessly.
“I just want to
be what you want,” Beren replied
sweetly, stepping up into his space. Rone’s arms opened automatically. “Don’t
you love me like this?”
“I—” It hardly
seemed right to love him no matter what face he wore—one was a dead man, the
other a desperate one. “Right” had pretty well ceased to matter to Rone where
his husband was concerned, though. “I do. But I love you the other way too.”
“You love me
more like this.” Beren, no, Cas
sounded confident. “I know you do. That’s why I took another phage, so I could
be this for you. All I want is to make you happy.”
“Cas…that’s
not—”
It felt like
lightning flashed across his eyes, and the vision fractured and melted as a
headache the size of a volcano suddenly erupted in his head. He felt his neck
twist as he thrashed from side to side, felt Cas’s phage go from steady blaze
to crackling thunderbolt all at once. A shadow in the corner of his eye, so
faint he hadn’t even noticed it, vanished.
Eat. Eater. Eaten. The voice
reverberated like a sonic hammer in his skull. Mine. You, me, us. Us!
All of a sudden
Rone felt his movements slow. His body calmed, and so did his mind. He felt the
phage like the warmth of a distant sun, shining down on him. We? it asked sweetly. Us? Ours?
Other people
were speaking above him, faces looking down on him, but Rone couldn’t focus on
them. All he could feel was the phage, trembling inside of him, ready to
swallow him whole and smother him with its love. And the worst of it was, he
wasn’t even sure whether or not that was a bad thing.
Yes?
I'm sorry I don't comment much... I love this story, I especially love Cas.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I understand this installment... I suppose I could be patient! But no. Too much tension! ;)
Did this start directly from the last installment, and the overwhelming pain is the battle of the phages? Is Christala's phage the one that's showing him "victories" and whatnot, or is it Cas'? I thought it was Cas'--but the insane plan to conquer seems more like Christala... Ah! I'm scared, scared! Phages, scary!
Hugs & big love ~elf
Hi elemelf!
DeleteThis is sort of a tricky installment, I agree. The next one will clarify things, but the thing to keep in mind is that phages are nobody's friend, not really. They're an alien lifeform, and possibly a sentience, which means there's no telling what they might want.
Thanks for commenting!
Yeah, what elemelf said...
ReplyDeleteSee above, darlin!
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