Epilogue #2
Y studied the knife. It had a black handle and a long, silver curving blade that looked wickedly sharp. He put his finger to the tip, pressing very lightly. The cold steel bit into his flesh easily and a drop of crimson blood welled up at once.
So sharp…I could be done so quickly…done with this, with him and then onto a ship and gone.
Y reached up to trace the lump under his left ear. In the time that it had taken to travel from G’nera back to the Scourge home world, which was now Master Two’s base, it had grown again. The curving tendrils had invaded his spinal cord and the base of his brain.
Even now he couldn’t be certain that Master Two wasn’t reading his thoughts, having finally tapped into his mind. But all was silent from the chip—his Master seemed to have temporarily transferred all of his attention to his other scion. The huge Scourge warrior he had grown in the flesh tanks was in another part of the compound—the Souda he had called it, Y thought.
I have to be quick, he told himself. It’s probably going to be intensely painful—I must be prepared for that.
He didn’t care how much it hurt, though. He just wanted to be free of his master—to live his own life. When he got rid of the chip, he had only to evade the huge warrior which was also implanted with his Master’s personality and get outside the Scourge compound. Once out, he could have his pick of ships—there were plenty of derelict but still working vehicles left over from the Battle of Berrni. All he needed to do was get into one and fly away. And then he would never have to hear that high, hissing voice in his head again. Would never have to do anything sick or disgusting or repugnant just because the Master ordered it.
Y raised the knife to the swelling just under his ear. His hand trembled only a little…
“Y, what are you doing?”
The sharp voice came from both his chip and the nine-foot-tall warrior who was suddenly standing in the doorway.
“I…” Y turned, dropping the knife to his side in a vain attempt to hide it. But how could he hide anything from a being who literally lived in his head? “Master,” he began. “I…I can explain.”
“No explanation is necessary. I see I’m just in time.” The large Scourge warrior came forward, grinning in a way that made Y extremely uneasy. To his surprise, he saw that his Master’s new scion was holding a small animal in his enormous hands. It was tiny and furry and it had red eyes. The warrior was stroking it gently as he advanced.
“What’s that?” Y blurted. “One of your spies?” He knew the Master used such creatures—usually animal/robot hybrids—to gather information but he had never seen him petting or stroking one of them before.
“It is. I have them everywhere, as you know. Even on the Mother Ship. Especially on the Mother Ship.” The huge warrior grinned humorlessly as he continued to stroke the little creature. “This one, however, has served its purpose.”
The huge hands closed suddenly and there was an agonized squealing which was cut off abruptly. When the Scourge scion opened its palms, there was nothing but a bloody pulp of bedraggled fur. He flicked it away casually where it landed with a flat splat on the dull metal floor. Then he licked one of his palms, his red-on-black eyes fluttered closed for a moment in obvious pleasure.
"Kindred DNA is sweet—did you know that, Y?"
“What…why…?” Y began but a huge palm was suddenly slapped over his mouth, cutting off his question.
"Taste and see for yourself," the Master ordered. "Don't worry—you're well able to absorb it orally. I made certain of that when I made you."
Y retched and gagged but there was no getting away from the huge hand covering his mouth. The slimy, hot blood of the little furry creature slipped past his lips and he swallowed before he could stop himself.
"Very good." The Master sounded pleased and the huge scion removed its had from his face. “Come, Y—I want to show you something.”
This time the behemoth warrior gripped him by the arm, smearing more of the still-warm blood on his skin. Y felt the iron strength of its hand—of his Master’s hand—and knew there was no escape. Still, he tried.
“Master, you know I want to see whatever it is you have…you have to show me but I…” He swallowed hard, tasting the metallic blood on his tongue and fighting the urge to gag. “I need to see to…to a matter on the other end of the compound. One that cannot wait. If you could just give me a moment…”
“Would that matter have to do with a sharp knife and the intention to rid yourself of my pesky presence?” the huge warrior rumbled. “Because I must tell you, Y, that hurts my feelings most excruciatingly.” He held out his other blood-stained hand. “Now why don’t you give me that little knife and we’ll say no more about it.”
“Oh, I’ll give you the knife, all right.” Desperately, Y raised the sharp blade to the lump under his ear…and stopped. He tried again but as much as he strained, he couldn’t get the knife any closer to the hated chip where his Master’s personality was implanted.
The huge warrior rumbled laughter.
“Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily, Y? I think not—I’ve had full motor control of your body for some time now. Watch.”
Suddenly, Y’s hand began to move, but not in the way he wanted it to. To his horror, he watched as the silver blade came around in front of his face. Slowly, the point of it began inching towards his right eye. Closer and closer it came until he could feel the flutter of his eyelashes against the cold metal when he blinked.
“Master,” he gasped. “Master, please!”
“Don’t worry, Y,” the Master said, from both his warrior scion and from the chip in Y’s head. “I wouldn’t allow you to hurt my chosen vessel.”
Y’s hand lowered slowly to his side and his fingers unclenched and allowed the knife to clatter harmlessly to the metal floor.
“What…what do you mean your chosen vessel?” he asked, his stomach twisting in fear and disgust.
“Why, I mean that I’m taking over, Y. I have plans for your body—my body. Come and I’ll show you.”
The huge Scourge warrior began dragging him along the metal corridors into the inner areas of the complex. Y’s boots scraped reluctantly against the floor but there was no denying the Master’s demand—his body moved independently of his will and there was nothing he could do about it.
Too late, he thought bitterly. I waited too late to gather my courage. I should have cut out the chip when it first started to grow. And now it’s too late…too late…
“Ah, here we are,” the Master’s huge scion stopped in front of a vast metal panel which appeared to be a kind of door—but a door so large that an entire shuttle could have flown through it.
“What is this place?” Y demanded. “And why do you want my body when you already have that one?” he added, nodding at the warrior who was still gripping his arm.
“My dear Y,” the Scourge warrior rumbled in his Master’s voice. “You didn’t really think I’d confine myself to this form indefinitely, did you? This is but a blunt instrument—effective for intimidation and strength, yes—but it lacks finesse. And…well, it’s not very pretty.”
“Pretty?” Y stared at him in amazement. “Pretty?”
“Exactly.” The massive scion smirked at him. “When I mixed the DNA for the body you now inhabit—the one I’m about to take for myself—I made certain it was ‘easy on the eyes’ as the humans say. The better to fit in with Kindred when I finally conquer them. And look at you—those piercing eyes, those broad, muscular shoulders…yes, you’ll do nicely, although a few changes will have to be made. But your body should hold up well for the transformation.”
“Transformation? What are you talking about?” Y demanded.
“You shall see.” Still gripping Y’s arm, the huge warrior punched a button and the immense steel door began to roll to one side. Inside was a vast square room covered from walls to floor to ceiling in red velvet.
No—not red velvet, Y saw, when his eyes got used to the dim lighting. The covering on the walls and floor and ceiling of the room was moving—pulsing—in some way. He felt his stomach do a slow, forward roll. The stuff was tissue—living flesh and it was red because it was full of blood.
“This is the Souda, it’s a special room which channels the power of this entire planet directly to one person. And that person will be me,” the Master explained.
“It…the walls are made of flesh.” Y couldn’t keep the disgust out of his voice.
“Endometrial tissues to be exact,” the Master said calmly. “It is, in effect, a huge, artificial womb. And what better place for a new birth—a rebirth—to take place? Once you enter, a dravik will form around you—a nourishing bubble of blood that will infuse you with power.”
Revulsion filled Y as he looked at the pulsing, scarlet walls.
“I don’t…don’t want to go in there.” He could barely keep from gagging.
“You won’t,” his Master’s voice said in his ear. “I will. Now.”
Suddenly Y had a horrible sensation—the feeling of being pushed aside—shoved into a small, dark, cramped closet with no light and hardly any air. It was happening inside his head and yet the effect was the same as if it had happened to his physical body.
Not my body anymore, he realized, feeling sick. The Master’s body. He’s taking over completely and he’ll never let me go. I’m doomed…trapped.
His vision began to dim and he lost all feeling in his hands and feet.
“Master,” he begged, his tongue feeling clumsy in his mouth—a borrowed instrument he had once owned. “Master, please—don’t do this to me!”
Shrill laugher echoed in his skull.
“My dear Y, it’s already done,” Master Two said.
And then…there was only darkness and silence.
The End? Hardly! There is always more Kindred to come. Read on for an Excerpt of Brides of the Kindred 17, Switched. And be sure to look for the preorder link to The Institute: Daddy Issues, the first book in my new series coming out on Valentine's Day of 2016.
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Evangeline, November 2015
Switched Blurb:
A warrior with a talent that could get him killed
A girl transported to a new existence with no warning
When the two of the trade lives, it places them in mortal peril.
Not to mention really screwing up their love lives!
Will they ever be able to get back in their rightful bodies?
Or have they been forever…Switched?
Francesca Rodriguez—Frankie to her friends—has a perfectly normal life. She's happily divorced and going to grad school and all she wants is to get her degree and get out of retail hell. Little does she know her life is about to change forever.
Kerov Volx is a Battalion Commander in the Tarkien Army. He loves his job and if his love life isn't anything more than satisfactory, well… he can deal with it. His only problem is that he has Switch Kindred DNA—that is, his people used to be able to trade bodies with their bonded mates. But in Tarkinian society, Switching or Trading is now an offense punishable by death. So imagine Kerov's panic when an invader suddenly takes over his body…
Frankie has no idea what's going on. She only knows she went to sleep in her own bed and woke up in the body of a huge, virile, alien warrior. Now she's expected to live his life—or risk getting both of them killed. Even worse, Kerov is now in control of her body too, and the condition appears to be permanent.
Can Frankie and Kerov Trade back into their own bodies before it's too late for both of them? Or have they been forever…Switched?
Brides of the Kindred 17: Switched