Kelly's Suite

Bullets rang out over the city, I could hear the booming echoes of small arms fire with intermingling cannon fire; those loud booms had enough energy to shake the floor I was crouching upon and rattle what was left of the shattered windows.

I also heard static. Lots of static building up in my already ringing ears, my efforts to reestablish a connection with my team made me rather frustrated. "Dammit! This is Frost Queen, Frost Queen to Command, do you copy? Does anyone else copy? Report in! I'm alone in the dark here!" I screamed, gritting my teeth together tightly as it seemed impossible to get in touch with anyone. I checked my Tigershark, the magazine was still a full mag as it had been only a couple of minutes ago, but I was too worried. This wasn't right, I should have been able to patch in with someone by now.

I stand up and walk towards the door that lead back into the hallway; I might just be on too low a level to establish a proper connection. I tap the headset, cutting out my mic as I paused. The air was cool, yet my skin was warm with my activity. I let my gun hang around my chest, bringing both of my gloved hands and slip them under my olive drab bikini top's straps, massaging my sore double d's. "I need to get better padding, I'm begining to chaffe again..." I groan. I could feel the heat sink through my gloves and I could also feel sweat trickle down my face and platinum blond hair; a droplet fell into my clevage and it drooped down, sliding all the way down my upper body and then pool at my bellybutton after it fell down the crease of my toned abdomen.

"Hmp. I can't wait to get into a working shower!" I say this at first softly, then ended it loudly as I kicked open the bathroom door, not surprised to see the tub spraying water into the air and the toilet seat shattered to pieces. I smirk, shaking my head left to right before continuing my way back to the hall, my hands upon my assault rifle as I am ready to walk into the warzone.

I love the cacophony of war. Being the living essence of the darkness of the universe, feeding on the fear inherent in life, war was a buffet. The howling screams of those dying around me, the patter of bullets and roaring explosions...it is an orchestra to me. While the air itself is filled with soot and gas, the smell of gunpowder and death, it is like sniffing the finest entrees at a four star restaurant.

I walk through the halls of the crumbling hotel, looking for the source of a very distinct smell. It's my favorite smell. That of a female, and not just any female, but a female soldier. They have such gusto, such confidence. They always think they can take me out. The fear is strongest in them because they think they don't have it. When they realize they're losing, that they're going to die, they're always more frightened than those who are weak.

The scent leads me to a room with a completely demolished doorway, and I hear her, her sweet voice, calling into a radio "This is Frost Queen! I am in the dark! Repeat, I am in the dark!"

Ah, Frost Queen. You have no idea what dark you are in. And how much darker it is going to get.

Without any hesitation, any inkling of being defeated, I enter the room, ready to have my meal.

I hear footsteps ahead of me, and I hunker down slightly, resting the stock of my rifle against my shoulder. I aim through my dot scope, and simultaneously a red dot from my Tigershark's laser point flickers into the darkness. My eyebrows come together to form a sturn expression. "Halt!" I cry out, switching the safety off the reciever of my assault gun, gripping it lightly as I let my lavender red eyes adjust to the darkness. "State yourself now, or I'll shoot!" I commanded.

I smirk as the young woman tells me to halt and state myself. Before I come into the opening for her to see, I put my hands up, as if to say don't shoot, but keep the keen smile I'm wearing. I can feel her tension as she listens to my footsteps get closer, can almost feel her finger ready to pull the trigger on me.

I step into the opening, casually, arms still up. "Seifer. Seifer Howling."

Wow, she certainly is a sight for sore eyes. Even in the low light, I could see the shape of her form, her glimmering red eyes, platinum blonde hair, and any bit of light shimmering off the sweat she's drenched in. I could taste that sweat. She is going to be delicious. "It certainly is dark in here, don't you think? We could probably use a little light."

Using my abilities, the downed electrical systems flicker back on, shedding light onto her, me, and the rubble-filled room. I await her next move.

I grunt softly, slightly surprised from the flickering of the lights; it had been a couple hours since they were last on. I grunt again, bringing my attention back onto this so called 'Seifer Howling'. He was an average looking man, tall with almost golden blond hair. "Seifer huh?" I ask, a red dot hovered around his heart, the light coming from my gun. "Well Seifer, you're going to have to remove any weapons you have and place them on the ground." I start, keeping my rifle's butt still pressed against my shoulder while my left hand reached back to my ass and grabbed a pair of zip strings. "And you're going to turn around and place your hands behind your back... if you don't you're going to be swiss cheese, you understand?" I ask again, feeling my disgust raise with his smile. I couldn't put a finger on why, but my spine told me not to trust him.

"As you wish," I reply to the grunting woman. To show her I'm not armed in any way, shape, or form, I remove my white trench coat and drop it to the floor next to me. Underneath, I'm shirtless, leaving only my white pants and brown boots. She keeps her gun pointed directly at my heart, and I keep my eyes locked with hers, as I remove each boot and kick them aside. Then, I undo my belt, like I'm performing some sort of striptease for her, and let my pants drop to the floor. Stepping out them and gently sliding them away, I'm now left in only my underwear and socks. Clearly unarmed.

I turn around and put my hands behind my back, ready for her to tie me with her zip strings. I can tell she has a vague sense that something isn't right. They always do. But they always end up in the same place anyway.

I blink, feeling warmth other than exhaustion reach my face as I blush before the man. "S-stop showing off pretty-boy!" I yell out, almost feeling my heart kick a beat or two into gear...but no no those thoughts of stripping his boxers away and screwing him during a warzone was too cliche for my mind, then again...who would do that? I shrugg, walking up to him letting my weapon hang across my torso again as I then draw the GG19 from my thigh holster, pressing the barrel against his back while my other hand tied his wrists together. "...and put your pants back on." I say, still feeling my face blushing.
The moment I touched his skin I realized that something was very odd. The clothing, not to mention his skin were clean. Not just clean, but as if he was brand spaking new from a production line. Not even a hint of dust or dirt were upon his fingernails. I slowly back away, returning the handgun to my holster and I grunt again. "Where did you come from?" I ask, my hand creeping around the grip of my rifle. "Who exactly are you?"

I can tell this chick wants to screw my human form, and as fun as that may be, I have more fun plans for her.

"I am the physical manifestation of darkness and evil within this universe," I reply coolly to her. "And while I feed on the destruction and mayhem of life in all its forms...my favorite--" I say, spinning around to face her, "--is beautiful young women like yourself. There truly is nothing else in existence that even comes close in taste."

It is then that I began my transformation before her very eyes. I am already able to feel the fear shivering down her spine at the words I'd just spoken. I enjoy leaving those seeds. But watching their confidence leave them as I change. That was second only to the sounds of them going down. My body begins to expand and my skin turns a slick, dark brown. My limbs are sucked into my growing mass, my face appearing to melt into a massive blob-like creature. My form blocks the only way out of the room and grows until I'm at least twenty feet long and ten feet high. A massive worm-ish monster, reminiscent of Jabba the Hutt. I roar with hunger, allowing the girl to see the dark chasm in the back of my maw. A place she'd be heading in moments.

I cocked an eyebrow. "You're what?" It was then he spun fully around, facing me directly again. My eyes widened, as his body bloated, melted and molded; transforming before my very eyes. By instinct I take a huge step back, leveling the weapon again. "Wha-what the hell?!" I cried out in response. My heart sank as those words he uttered resounded in my head while I see him become the creature he really was. It was a ruse, all a ruse to disable her guard. "Shit!" I cried again, noticing the ugly thing open its mouth and expell a loud gurgling roar that was borderline demonic. It was like staring at a maggot that was inside out! I grimaced, feeling my skin crawl and felt only mild relief as I pulled the trigger of my automatic weapon. The Tiger's stock slammed against my shoulder as I backed away, spilling full metal jackets into Seifer's putrid form. I made my way over towards the bathroom where a large dining table was turned over, the back of my calves touched it before my magazine fired three tracer rounds; their streaking marks and incendiary shells struck the creature; but I was amazed these final three rounds were the only ones that effected it! The FMJ's seemed to pass through him as if it were a knife through butter, so overall he wasn't gravely injured, it had to be the soft wormlike body he had that helped reduce my attacks effectiveness.

"Damn!" I leap over turned over table pressing my back against it as slime flew from his lips; the surface of the table dripped with goo while I remained uneffected on my end. "Dammit, I'm gonna have to use a full mag of Tracers..." I grumble in disatisfaction, ejecting my mag and reached back into my pack for another Assault Rifle clip.

The young lass's bullets didn't faze me at all, and I loved how much frustration and terror it brought to her face. Staring at my monstrous form, I could smell her fear as the thoughts raced through her mind about what would happen to her if she didn't somehow overcome me. She is about to find out.

I watched as she took cover behind a dining room table and listened as she reloaded one of her guns. It would prove useless. Not even needing to move, I whip out my long prehensile tongue and it lands overtop the table she is hiding behind. I hear a sexy yelp as my tongue wraps around her throat, the yelp turning into coughs, gurgles, and terribly erotic little pleas. Her sweaty neck tastes oh so delicious, and I can't wait to taste the rest of her. She claws at my tongue with her pathetic little fingers, and it does nothing. I yank back on my tongue, knocking the table over as I start to drag her toward me, her limbs writhing all the way, and her gun left where she was just crouching. Oh what a delectable sight, seeing her tits bounce back and forth as she struggles, her arms reaching for her gun. She is about to be mine.