End Of Humanity

Chapter 3

"So...there's a cult underneath the whole neighbourhood and they turned you into a mutant doe?" Kevin asked, trying to process what Angie explained. "Yup. And lemme tell you, they've been doing this for years. I'm the first successful thing they made in their whole existence. They're planning to turn all humanity into and I fucking quote 'the better evolution'. But little do they fucking know the only way a human can be turned successfully is if there is a host to possess them. All they've been doing is making themselves look like clowns." Angie answered as she sat on the top of the couch. "Um, how do you know that?" Taron was a little concerned. "Hello, it happened to me. It was painful. But as far as I know, nothing's happened. I have seen it happen to others. They take the essence or soul of a dead person or something. And basically anything or anyone can possess the person. For a mutant to not be possessed turns them docile and just feral. Like a normal animal."
Angie got up and stretched her arms, making a crack noise. "Well, I'm feeling snoozy. You guys want me to go?" She asked. They looked at her confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't usually stay. People usually kick me out or leave. Or they die."
"No no! Don't leave!" Simeona assured Angie. "You were in bits, I think it's better if you do."
"Really? I-I mean-"
"You can sleep in my bed! I don't mind at all." Everyone looked at him with surprise. "Are you sure about that Taron?"
"Yeah, are you like not scared about..what I might do in my sleep?" Angie asked, scratching her neck. "I have pillows. Tons of pillows. I'll be fine." 
"Alright! See you tomorrow guys!" Angie waved a little before walking to Taron's room. She closed the door behind her and Simeona took a breath of relief. "Are you guys alright with this? You know, with her here?"
"Well, we've got something to do now! Find out about the cult that made her and then-"
"Stop the cult from going on! That's what we'll do." Micheal chimed in. "Cults are not a good thing and we should try our best to kill it."
"I think Angie will think the same. Probably."


"Angie? You okay?" Simeona quietly asked as she peeked in and saw Angie hugging one of the bed pillows, snoring loudly. "She's out for the count, she's also hugging one of your pillows. I'm guessing she's a koala." She joked, making Taron laugh. "Would you be alright if she hugged you?"
"I don't think she's all cuddly like that, I think she's fine." He reassured her as she nodded and let him in. He closed the door behind him and took a look at Angie in the bed. She had took off the grey hoodie which showed she had took one of Taron's short sleeve button shirt. He carefully got into the bed and took a closer look at Angie, noticing her scars. She had raised remains of scars and stitches covering her body. He saw her chest and on her chest was a massive autopsy-like stitch job. 
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Angie mumbled, causing Taron to jump a little and yelp. "Made me shit myself!" 
"Not sorry, heh. Anyways, sensed you looking at my chest. You like my tits or you curious about my massive scar?" She teased him. "I-"
"Nah it's fine. I'll tell you. The Y shaped thing on my whole chest is basically where the cult cut to shove the mutant stuff into my innards. Stuff like dry blood, maggots, bones of animals- anything fucked up, they shoved it into me. And yes, even the baby making sauce."
"They put cum into you?!"
"Yeah, this whole cult isn't messing around. They're really cruel. I can't remember what they were called but what I will let you know is that they're not figuratively human anymore. They ripped the innocence and humanity out of me. They revelled in it like they revelled in my body.
"Oh god."
"Yup. It's just..." Angie felt like she was gonna cry but then Taron laid her down. "It's okay, we'll protect you."
"I don't need protecting."
"You do."
"Yeah you're right."




Micheal mumbled as he packed some equipment into a trench bag and put on a military jacket-like hoodie. "Back to the task. Find out where this cult is and note down the coordinates." He put up a face mask and climbed down the treehouse. "Go time cult."