Null Life: Last Day

Chapter 11

"So, you've gone and absorbed your own mother. Thank you for doing our work!" The scientist said.

All at once, she absorbed her kin and the creature. The only memories obtained from the four were the absorption of them. But the creature delivered memories of a very young Hisako, dressed in a white robe. She was as small just like before. There was a life of stealing cattle for food, until the memory possessor and Hisako, were drinking from a red river with the very man named Akira, watching.
"Kiyohime Sato, Hisako's mother." Hiroa explained.
  
"The only difference here is that I didn't absorb the creature. I hope you are willing to embrace even more Abaddonian traits. The Jorogumo's legs will now sprout out of your back." And sprout out they did, painfully so, tearing open holes in her top that felt like bones snapping out and piercing through the skin. The old scientist audibly clapped through the microphone.
   "Well done! You have contributed to my vision!" He spoke excitedly.
   "Now, distinguished Kiyohime Sato! Take control!"
Not on Hiroa's watch. A newly assumed being had no place altering the body she already had as a host for so long. But then nothing was happening, nothing was being done by the supposed Kiyohime, as if not listening to a word from the man. Nonetheless, flesh was consumed, and if becoming a vile entity was the only way to avenge everyone and herself, then it was the case of 'so be it'
   According to the rest of the memories, the end result for all of this was simply following through with handing Tsuchinoko over to Akira. The crimson sky dissipated immediately after that, signifying his departure. In that very moment, Hori had realised that Hisako was just crazed, playing as a hero, but only for her own twisted intentions. It was still assumed that Akira was still an evil, though. An evil that needed to be weeded out.

Assuming these things felt wrong. Different, alien. Conjured from a dark recess that only had a greater twisted entity at the source. Peculiar was another description. Only one person could fit in to all of that. Hori Sato. The one that appeared and drove a Knife into Hori's throat. That was the last, or second last target, and Hitano was a sure jackpot in terms of help here. "Let's go." Hori nodded toward the imminent darkness ahead.

Underneath the now dimly lit corridor lights, tracking the scientist was easy enough for the two because of the bloody trail of melted undead corpses, at least they believed this to be all by his hand. The trail lead straight to the almost pitch black room, the only light source being from the many screens channeling the feed of the security cameras. One of the feeds showed the lounge room which had Hori grit her teeth hard, but the long corridor was expected with her past events here. Opened but emptied filing cabinets lined the walls. Whatever reasons he had for all of this, not even Hitano bothered wanting to know about. There was a lengthy amount of silence, filled only by the electronic hum of the control desk  before the Scientist faced them. Now it was time to put an end to their granter of life, although deep within they knew their existence wouldn't be if it weren't for his acquired insanity. In the end, despite all else, he was one of the special infected that sought only to plague this world for a false utopia.
   "You two are here to put an end to your conceiver... How endearing from the false born!" He couldn't keep the crazed grin off his face when talking. Hori breathed through her still gritted teeth. She suppressed irrational action, before lunging in to begin on something out of all the nothingness the memories made her embrace. They wrestled along the control table with crushing grips around each other's throats. He held her in closer while his whole upper body released a ceaseless spray of acidic bile matter, barely burning her hardened body, but it still burned nonetheless. The Scientist gaped at Hitano vaulting over them, the seemingly new red glow of her pupils becoming the distraction for these brief moments. She pierced and yanked him by his eyes with her tendrils. He was too quick in tearing them out.
Brute strength became of his adaption, putting wide cracks in the wall with one barely avoided concentrated punch. He spun around swinging to keep Hori at bay breaking his knuckles for but a moment. She swiftly ran him onto the panel, using the light of the screens partially obstruct his vision.