ELSIE SMASH!!!

(Okay, reminder, this is a totally crazy alternate universe. Totally going off the rails from here forward. I'm just having some fun now.)

You pull Fiona down to lie beside you. You hold her to you as she makes happy little noises and strokes your bare chest. Her soft little body pressed to yours. For Fiona's sake you hoped a cure could be found for her or she fought off the virus' effect herself, but a horrible selfish part of you would be pretty happy if she stayed just the way she was now forever.

You shake your head. That's fucked up. How could you think that? She couldn't go through life like this. You lie there together a long time. As happy and comfortable as you were those phone calls from before were playing on your mind. Who was calling? It probably had something to do with Fiona or your quarantine...shit, you better go find out.

You give Fiona a kiss and whisper. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

You get up, slip on your boxers, then head back to your room. Looking at your phone you see three messages were left. Holding it to your ear you play them.

The first one was from Aunt Peg: Jesse, why aren't you answering your phone? Listen, I forgot to mention that Fiona is likely in a permanent state of fertility right now. Whatever you do, do not...well, you know. I know you wouldn't take advantage of her in her current state, but I just wanted to make sure you knew. Call me when you get this.

Whew! Thank goodness you used protection!

The second message was also from Aunt Peg's number, but this time it was her assistant Lucy: "Hello Jesse, this is Lucy, we met earlier. I've got good news and bad news. The good news is that it appears like the virus only effects women of your family, so we don't have to worry about a female submissiveness pandemic hitting the general population. The bad news...your whole family caught the bug. Your Aunt had the virus despite our precautions and she gave it to the rest of them. Also, something weird has occurred. Your younger sister has had a different reaction than the rest, she..." You hear a noise in the background. "...Elsie, sweetheart. Please go wait with the others. Elsie...Elsie...Elsie NO...ELSIE!" There is the sounds of a struggle and the line goes dead.

That was strange. You were worried about your little sister now too. You think. "God damn it Aunt Peg, what have you done to my family!"

The third message was strangest of them all. This one was from El: There is rustling and the sounds of hurried movement and some sort of...growling? Had she pocket dialed? You can then make out the background noises. There was a chaotic blend of sounds, screaming...sirens...crashing...gunshots!!! What the fuck was happening!? You then hear Elsie's voice, but it wasn't Elsie's voice. It was deeper yet still feminine and ragged. It was a struggling voice, as if Elsie was barely able to **** the words out of her mouth. "Jesse...I'm...GRRRR...Jesse...no, no....I'm not right...I can't control...Jesse...RUN! RUN AWAY!" There are some more shouts and the sounds of closer gunfire. "GRAHHHHHH! YOU MAKE ELSIE ANGRY!!! ELSIE SMASH!!!" The message ends abruptly with the sounds of screaming men and mayhem.

You stare at your phone in disbelief. What was the hell was happening? This was like something out of are really horrible movie or some hack amateur fiction. This just couldn't be real. What was happening with your little sister?

Just then you hear as your front door gets smashed to splinters with an impact that shakes the house to its foundations. What was that!? You run back towards Fiona's room, you had to protect her or get her out of here. You dash into her room and close the door behind you. Fiona was huddled on her bed, still naked and sticky, and looking at you with big scared eyes.

You could now hear sirens in the distance and through Fiona's window see the glow of a house fire down the street from you! You then hear the struggling whine of a helicopter engine as a police chopper plummets from the sky and explodes as it impacts the street out front of the house! Once more the house shakes. From downstairs you hear a bellowing voice unmistakably that of your little sister yet louder, deeper, and more feral. "FIONAAAA!"

Elsie was home.