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A few minutes later, you're in the bedroom, pulling your old clothes back on.

"David.. stop being s-"

The sound of a helicopter loudly sounds from outside, then suddenly, gunfire rips through the top floor. The two of you fall to the floor, stunned.

Deafened by the gunfire, you see holes being formed in the wall across from you a dozen a second, Jessica's yelling something, but neither of you can hear.

She crawls to you, the gunfire stops, grabbing your arm, you're huddling besides the bed.

"Shit.. how'd they find me?" Jessica spits.

You frown, Jessica's never sounded like that before. But then again, your girlfriend probably was never even real.

The chopper lifts upwards, the sounds of men shouting is faint under the overpowering rant of the helicopter propellers.

Jessica's eyes widen, and she grabs your arm. Pulling you off the floor, she then leads you to the bathroom quickly.

Throwing open the door, she slams it and locks it, then walking briskly to the shower. You see Marisa's skin in her hand as he turns around.

"Put it on, we need to run and she's fitter than you." Jessica says.

Catching it, you look up at Jessica, uncertain.

"Hurry the fuck up!" She almost yells.

The chopper seems to distance itself from the house as the noise subsides slightly, but you hear the stamping of boots.

Clawing your clothes off, you turn Marisa's turn around and stretch it wide open, for a moment you're amazed by how elastic it is.

Sticking your legs into it, instantly they stick to your skin as if it was wrapping itself around you. Your legs and ass thicken with both muscle and fat, you feel yourself being molded by the skin. Trying your best not to vomit, you pull it up and stick your arms through. Your groin is squeezed so incredibly hard and fast that you feel no pain when it disappears, replaced by Marisa's still moist snatch. Your abs harden and tighten up incredibly as your waist slims, you're surprised at the way this body feels. She doesn't look like she works out, but god damn..

Flipping her long black hair forward, you stuff your head into the back of her neck. Your cheeks and jaw assume the more shapely and pronounced form of Marisa's and you're almost surprised when two full breasts appear on your chest.

Jessica stoops down and grabs your clothes from the floor, throwing them at you as well. She walks to the door and peeks out after opening it.

"We've gotta' go. Now." She says.

"But I'm not dre-" You say in Marisa's voice, sounding awkward as you lack her accent.

"Let's go!" She yells.

Flinging the door wide open, she grabs your wrist and pulls you along with her, running into the hallway, 3 men in all black are rushing up the stairs with sub-machine guns pointed upwards, at you.

"Stop!" The one in front yells, setting his sights on Jessica.

Jessica almost blurs as she moves both gracefully and rapidly to the right, before kicking out the goon infront's leg. He tumbles backwards and slams into the guy behind him. Bullets create a line up the side of the stairs as their guns fire. With a quick extension of her leg, the last man descends the staircase.

"Holy shit!" You say, one of your arms over Marisa's chest.

"No time! Run!" She looks at you, fear in her eyes.

So you run. Down the stairs, you're greeted by the sight of a dozen soldiers outside the house. Red dots blot the wall behind you, and soon they converge onto Jessica. She looks at you briefly.

"Cellar!"

In a blaze of gunfire, her body is torn apart by hundreds of rounds. Blood splatters over the wall behind as you stare.

"Jessica! NO!" You scream, she slumps against the wall, blood pooling by her limp arms.

The soldier's turn their sights on you and hesitate, for some reason, they haven't killed you yet. But you're not about to start guessing why. Whirling around, you speed into the kitchen. There was a small door near the back of the house that you saw, but only briefly. It'll have to be the cellar, or you're dead.

The stamping of boots sounds behind you as the soldiers collapse on you, you're out of the kitchen and through the back door. As you hit the trapdoor to the cellar, you throw the doors open and run down the small, cold stone stairs.

It's dark, the only light coming from the opening you just came through. Looking around, you hug the wall and grope around. Something touches your hand..

A light switch! As you flick it on, white light floods the entire cellar, momentarily blinding you. Opening your eyes, you notice a red box next to the light switch, somewhat similar to a fire alarm.

IN CASE OF EMERGENCY PULL DOWN

And so you do, almost ripping the small metal handle from it's place on the wall. Electricity seems to buzz to life around you, and you feel a strange pressure on your body. Red lasers seems to speed through the wall from a large metal object near the far end of the cellar. The beams converge on the door, and a wash of red energy forms a barrier in the opening. You see a soldier rush around the corner and peer into the cellar.

"She's in here!" He yells to others. "What the fuck is this..?"

Raising his gun to the red barrier, he fires a few rounds at it. They instantly disintegrate.

He seems to stare for a moment in surprise, before letting his gun point to the floor.

"Well shit." He mutters.

"What's the problem? Get the hell in there and grab her!" Another soldier arrives.

"Can't, atomic displacement field." He replies. "This whole cellar is sealed off."

"What?! God damn it!" The other grunts, more arriving behind them.

You stop staring at them and look around. the floors and walls are all silvery, with red beams of energy flowing through them.

The beams look holographic to you.. kind of like how you saw through Jessica's disguise.

There's a table with a laptop on it, and a few papers scattered about next to it, along with an envelope.

Sifting through, the papers are just incomprehensible numbers. You pick up the envelope.

Breaking the seal, you pull out the paper inside and unfold it. A small black pen, like the one Jessica had falls from the paper onto the table.

As you read, you recognize Jessica's handwriting, and you start to cry.

David, if you're reading this, it means I'm dead.

Don't be confused, all of this was inevitable. I've lived a long time because of the skins, and you're going to have to if you want to fix all this.

You're wanted, you should know by now, you've got special abilities. The reason they never showed up before is because your body needed the energy from the pen to turn them on, and I've probably used it on you. At the time of writing, I'm wearing your mother, Marie.

I've actually just given birth to you, trust me, it's really hard to write this. The nurses here are so kind, it's almost sickening when I think about it.

They don't know who I really am, but that's besides the point. The pen in this note is for you to defend yourself with, please, use it.

You're not the first to be born like this, you're actually apart of an experiment by the organization. There's another like you, his name is Daniel.

He's about 24 by now, do the math when you read this. He'll find you.

Honestly, It's sad that I have to do what I'm going to, just to keep my eyes on you.

I don't want to take your life away, it's just.. we have to protect you. I wish you could understand how much we love you.

Tears stream down your face, your lips curl in grief as you sob in Marisa's high voice. You pick up the pen and look to the laptop.

Stuffing the note in your pocket, you wipe your face with your wrist.

A boom cracks the foundation of the building, and dust falls from the ceiling.

Shit!

Instantly, the wall blows out and stone is sent flying over the cellar, bruising your soft flesh as you raise your arms in reflex.

Knocked to the floor, the barrier powers down, and red dots light up the room like fireflies. Soldiers drop into the room and surround you on the floor, you see one stoop forward, a black object in his hand. Quickly, he jabs it into your neck and injects you with something. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you pass out.

You're dreaming, or at least, you think you are.

Images flash before you, you're seeing your mom dropping you off at elementary school, then your family at the dinner table, celebrating Claire's 9th birthday.

Suddenly, you're watching Tina drive you home from football practice, you're both laughing.

Something latches itself around your wrist and drags you away, you try your hardest to reach out to the image, but you're pulled into darkness.

You open your eyes, your head's pounding. Looking around, you see a woman above you, a nurse. A cold hard surface under your back, you look to the other way. A young man, the doctor. You're covered by a lime green blanket, it's thin, but cozy.

"Finally awake, is she?" The man says. "We'll need more sedative."

Your strength is suddenly restored, and you lunge forward. Slamming your elbow square into his chin, he's sent staggering back. The nurse tries to hold you, but you shrug her off and leap from the table. Across the room, you see what clothes you had on before, and your pen. Running over to it, you grab it an swing around, aiming it to the nurse. As you press the button, your hand seems to pulsate with red energy, you see lines being sucked into the pen's along it's body.

The beam fires and strikes her in the chest, she instantly crumples to the floor. The doctor follows quickly.

Huffing, you look around, there's nobody else.

(Author: Dystrophia)