It speaks to one enthralled by the pleasure of hallucination.

Mikonanz was a sharp shooter of the venomous hounds and had been with them for years. Was an older member, a veteran of multiple gang wars and about two solid decades of chem use. Which was one of the main reasons she was a sharp shooter. She was getting too old to be running around high on battle chems as she was in her mid-thirties.

But she had proven that even out of her mind on chems she could be trusted to shoot the enemy and not some fucking **** hallucination or her fellow hounds. So that was why she found herself spending most of her time in the watch towers trying out different combinations of chemicals to get a good high going as she scanned the area around her.

Watching both for any enemies that might have snuck in and to see if whatever chem combo she was trying would let her see some crazy shit as she enjoyed her spot on the watch tower. She was sweeping her scope near the mulcher having just taken another chem cocktail and spotted Lizzie about to brain some idiot salvager from the looks of it.

Poor bastard had no idea how much Lizzie loved her mulcher. She best hoped he was weak and the first blow killed him; otherwise, Lizzie would take her time killing him for messing with her killing machine. Honestly, if the threats of disease weren't so great, Lizzie wouldn't use the mulcher to mulch the bodies of all the light weights that couldn't handle being a venom hound.

Just as Mikonanz was moving her scope on to leave Lizzie to strike her victim from behind, a voice began to speak to her. "Now, Mikonanz, we both know you don't have a lot of time left." A disembodied voice said in her head, sounding like a proper noble from the upper parts of the hive. Mikonanz looked around, startled for a moment, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, as none of the chemicals she used caused you to hear things.

"Yes, Mikonanz, I'm not one of your **** hallucinations, but I can be the best one you've ever had. All you got to do to get it is take a single shot." The voice was full of promise, hiding the impatience hidden under it as it saw Lizzie about to bring down her bat covered in spikes. Mikonanz felt the promise in the voice's words and felt what gift it promised in her veins, if only for a moment.

Mikonanz saw and felt in that moment the greatest high in her life. "So what it be, Mikonanz, as you would say, are you in or are you out?" The voice whispered with lust into her ear. As she saw the back of Lizzie's head in her scope. Mikonanz probably should have hesitated; she should have thought about betraying her fellow ganger for even a moment, but she didn't. Instead she pulled the trigger the moment she could, and a deadly syringe filled with a deadly package hit the back of Lizzie's neck, causing her to crumble to the ground dead.

A few second later, Mikonanz was filled with ecstasy as the greatest pleasure high she'd ever felt in her twenty years of using chemicals hit her. She lay there in the guard tower, a clear liquid filling her pants as she came from the pleasure. Lizzie lay dead in the dirt, never knowing what hit her. Meanwhile, Gisben had been gathering the pieces he needed for his project, unknowing of the tale of treachery going on behind him.

Eventually Gisben found what he needed from the corpse pile next to the mulcher. Which was several of the finest feminine female body parts the venomous hounds had to offer. Although having to carry all of the body parts would be dangerous as they would slow him down, he couldn't risk multiple trips as each one increased his chance of getting spotted. So Gisben's safest bet was to take them all in one go.

Gisben began making his way back to the towers on the higher platforms so that he could use them to get back into the ventilation. His arms filled with loose body parts, though if he were paying attention, he would have noticed the sound of bodies dropping or the popping of an assuring rifle being fired as Mikonanz fired again and again.

As to keep the high going longer than agreed, she had to keep firing at anyone trying to stop or gsrm Gisben as he made his way back to the vents. So as he made his way back, he had to put the body parts down in a small pile in front of the vent that he had gotten down before carefully moving the body parts up into the vent one by one until Gisben went down the vents himself, going in and not coming back.

Mikonanz, having done her task and having multiple orgasms doing it, wondered what she was going to do now that the high began to ware off. She then looked down and saw the mutations and realized she had become something else. The voice spoke into her mind once again. "Oh, thank you, my dear, for doing such a good job protecting my wayward hunchback." The voice said with a somehow startling level of love for the man it called hunchback, surprising Mikonanz a bit, not expecting it.

"Though Mikonanz, it's time for you to do other tasks, don't you?" The disembodied voice said it was not really asking as she felt a special purple symbol engrave itself on her calf, signing her own **** warrant, if any found out about her new religious persuasion. Mikonanz just nodded to herself; she'd never really believed in the protection of the emperor. So why not join up with one that has the good stuff? Mikonanz thought to herself as she made her way out of her gang's fort and onto the path that would take her to where the voice wanted her to go.