The Land of The living

The nerve ending that had previously been dead to all sensation exploded into life. Some great fist descended from the heavens to smash down on Maria’s chest, forcing her heart to begin beating and lung to begin breathing.

She convulsed like a beached fish, every inch of her body felt like it was on fire and being hit with a cattle prod at the same time.

It felt like she was dieing.

However she would not be that lucky. Slowly but surely the pain receded, the agonising shards of glass being replaced by slowly twisting blades of pain that focused themselves around her neck and waist.

With the pain came a flood of memories of her last moments alive. Suddenly she understood the terror that the women who had been taken had experienced. She could still recall the vision of a great beast that she had offered herself to willingly but now the memories were overlaid with the reality. Each sliding across the other, one moment she was being mated by the Master of All Things and the next she was being violated by a rotten homunculus powered by a dark evil.

It took a long time for Maria to recover enough to even sit up. She almost didn’t want to look at what had gone on between her legs.

“You are going to be sore for a good few weeks,” the Medic said as she looked down at her surprisingly intact crotch. “But it doesn’t seem like there was any serious damage.”

The Medic left the biggest possible damage unspoken, she could be carrying something inside her that would make the beast she had seen seem like a puppy.

If that was the case then she would do what had to be done but something deep inside told her that it had not taken.

“Those cuts on your thighs are another story,” the Medic went on. Pointing to the stitched and dressed wounds that had been left by the monster. “Those things could be a serious infection risk if you are not careful.”

She listened as the other woman droned on. She wanted nothing more than to get dressed and go and find whomever was leading this operation. The team that had been meant to back her up had been a quarter of the size of the crew that now swarmed over what had turned out to be a nondescript industrial building tucked away in a forgotten edge of the city.

She got her answer on who was running things when a tall woman in full combat gear strode up to the medical stand. Unlike everyone else around she was not wearing a Balaclava so Maria recognised her straight away.

“Captain Miller,” Maria stated as she looked into the light blue eyes of her old boss. “I thought you only got rolled out for the world ending stuff.”

The hard expression on Miller's face didn’t shift an inch, she simply looked Maria over then asked to the Medic. “She good?”

As soon as the Medic nodded a yes a pair of BDUs were dropped on to the table beside Maria.

“Get dressed,” Miller stated as she turned to leave. “We walk through in five.”

Well, Maria thought as she pulled the gear on. She has warmed up a bit.