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Bio-Morph - by Irish Bard (~BBW, ~XWG, Alien Powers)

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IrishBard

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~BBW, alien powers, ~XWG - -with boundless powers, one woman must decide between saving her city, or ruling it.

Bio Morph
by Irish Bard

[Author's Note: this is going to be an interesting experiment for everyone. I propose giving the audience a choice over how this story plays out. At the end of every chapter (from chapter 3), I will give the reader's a choice over which path Trish (main character) will take, one good and one evil. the story will play out from there with her carrying out the action, and the endings will be different depending on how good or evil she is (four chapters, nine possible endings). above all, have fun with this!]

Chapter One

00:30 post impact

Trish blinked bleary eyed out of the one good eye that she had. She looked around at the Galaxy City sky-line, and saw that everything around her was dead, crushed by the meteorite. fires burning, buildings collapsing, there were no screams, no cries, just inorganic decay over mortal dumbness. The meteorite in question stood, tall and imposing, over its massacred foes, a black monster commanding its inorganic minions.

She looked down at her body, and shuddered, even her army uniform was burnt off. Her limbs mangled, her entire left side burnt, she looked a mess, an absolute mess. She was facing an honourable discharge from a job she loved.

Why her!, why is she still alive, when so many others around her were fried or crushed, why did she have to survive. Why could her problems have been snuffed out like so many others? it was strange, It was just her, and the meteorite, alone in this sea of desolation, she almost felt like it was alive, and able to understand what it had done.

The meteorite split, and green ooze came out. a noxious looking substance, it slithered along the ground like a serpent, alive and intelligent. Trish could do nothing but watch in horror as it stopped at the edge of her body, before attacting onto her skin.

"HELP!" she cried, "HELP ME, PLEASE!"

"Don't cry for help" came a voice in her head. "You don't need to rely on others any more, you have us. We are the Morai, we are the ones who will help you instead."

Trish could feel her body heal, some of the burnt skin peeling off to reveal fresh new skin underneath. what was going on? how could this be happening?

"your injuries will take more time to heal. You will need to consume organic matter, alive or dead, in order to heal, and grow. Grow to become beautiful and fit for our survival, and in return, we will give you the strength you need to survive!"

Visions flashed before Trishes eyes of what she could do. Strength, speed, stamina, all at superhuman levels, the growth of wings, the addition of extra arms, all manner of abilities, fantastical and promised to her. But the size of the person doing it was enormous, some looked almost immobilily fat. Should she do this, would she like this?

"You won't have a choice in that!"

"Trish!"

Trish could see Reg coming over to her.

"It's ok, Trish, how did you survive, everyone in the barracks is dead. Oh thank heavens your ok!" Reg's face came over, "look, it's going to be ok, alright? We can go back to the way it was, you know, just you and me, in our flat, you don't have to worry about a thing, we'll get through this!"

Trish couldn't speak, her mind wrapped up with what she could be. Powerful, strong, a leader. How strong and powerful she would be, she felt, was not important. What was important was how she would use these powers, would she use these powers to help, or to harm? To rebuild the city, or conquer it? Good, or evil?

She faded into unconciousness before she could decide. Reg carried her out as the others searched around for survivors as Galaxy City began to burn.

(continued in post 5 of this thread)
 

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