"Hide . . . hide . . . hide"
Those were the only words that ran through Gwen's mind. She couldn't stop, not for anything, or else she'd be dead. Maybe they would make it quick, just a bullet through the head and that would be the end of it. What did she deserve to be in a position like this? She hadn't done anything wrong.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see the alien object held tightly against her chest pulsate with an unearthly blue glow. Why the fuck did she have this thing, anyways? She didn't owe that man anything; she should have just given it to the men in black suits like they wanted. She couldn't though, not now. She was a heretic now, pure and simple, and she heard rumors of what happened to heretics. Also, she didn't understand why, but something in her made her yearn to keep it from them, like she needed it above everything else.
She didn't dare look back for fear of slowing down. Her heartbeat pulsed in her eardrums making it hard to hear any sound other than her own heavy breathing. She'd wandered far off the road, well away from any lights that might have guided her way, the car she came in was well out of view, and there were probably men guarding it now anyways. She couldn't even remember where she was on the road. It was the middle of nowhere, just some back road she sometimes took. Hell she didn't even know this place existed until now.
She wondered whether she should have just swallowed her pride and stayed at the party, at least then she would have lived. Too late for that now, all she could do was keep going and hope she wouldn't collapse from exhaustion.
The gloom was oppressive, but at least the thing in her arms illuminated the way a few feet in front of her. It wasn't enough to get her bearings, but at least it allowed her to know whether she was going to trip on anything or not. She rounded another crate and found it was another alleyway just like before.
"What is this place?" she wondered. Crate after crate, nothing but a maze of passages, one she had a feeling the men chasing her knew better than she did.
She rounded another corner, then another, than another. She was beginning to stumble, and her short breaths made her feel more and more light-headed. When she rounded yet another corner, she almost stopped, but her flight instincts told her to keep going despite what laid before her.
What it was seemed to be a warehouse, cold and uninviting, but to Gwen as good a place to hide as any. She made her way to the metal door on the face of the building and pulled. Luckily the door was open, but once she threw herself inside she fumbled in the dim blue light for something she could use to block the door.
Fumbling all around the doorframe she eventually found a crossbar already in place for the door, and with a loud clang threw it down onto the support on the other side of the frame. Desperate to escape, but too tired to run anymore, Gwen backed away until she found herself standing in a small courtyard made of multitudes of giant crates. The only way in or out was where she had just come in from, and the door was still in clear view.
End of the line, nowhere to go from there.
Gwen hunched over, still clutching the object tightly against her body. She hoped beyond hope that the men wouldn't find her in there, but she knew in her heart that wouldn't be the case. They knew she was there, and it would only be a matter of time before they burst through the door and killed her.
"If I were them I'd find myself in a second." She exhaled in tearful resignation.
The object, which had until now been glowing a hard bright blue was now shining with a fierce red color.
"Shit!" she muttered under her breath. If they didn't know where she was before, they'd definitely know now. A few seconds later, she heard the voices of the men from before, confirming her fears.
"I think she went this way!"
She looked down at it hoping to see if there was anything she could find on it that would turn it off. She never had a chance to look at it before, and she thought that she should at least see what it was before she was gone.
"Shunk"
A small extension of the object suddenly jutted out. It had two prongs on the end of it. To Gwen they almost looked like mandibles on an insect. The light that emitted from the new piece of the object seemed too shift and move as if it were scanning for something. It swept back and forth across the room, and when the light finally fell on her, it stopped.
Suddenly, Gwen felt a slight electric shock course through her body.
"GHA!" She yelped tossing the object away.
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Half of the outer shell extended outwards like a pair of wings. The crimson glow grew fiercer and fiercer, but Gwen was drawn to it out of the sheer dread and fascination of it. Further cementing the beetle comparisons, parts of the object folded out so that the thing looked like it had four long, insect like legs. With much of the thing now open, Gwen stared inside, and around the red, glowing core was something she couldn't quite place. It was shifting and squirming, like it was alive and made of liquid.
"It's some kind of..."
Before she could finish her sentence, two long strands of whatever was inside the thing shot out towards her. She put her hands up to protect herself, but this seemed to be exactly what it wanted, and in a flash it latched onto her outstretched wrists and held them tightly in a vice grip.
"Get off!" She yelled, tugging at the liquid metal restraints "get off of me!"
She wanted to run, but at this point it was too late, she was held in place by the restraints and could barely move at all. It felt warm and metallic, seemingly sinking more and more into her the more she tugged at it. Gwen soon became conscious of an unusual feeling on the place where the liquid metal touched her body. It felt electric, sending tingles through her nervous system. It felt like the liquid was beginning to sink into her skin and intertwine with her nerves. It made it so that all she could focus on were the sensations coming from her wrists.
The object trilled and then beeped four times, and after that...
SHOOOM!
A blinding red light poured from the head like extension, bathing her entire body in its intense glow. For a moment Gwen thought it was melting her, but once the light died a few seconds later, she realized that only her clothing had disintegrated. At this point, with her naked form exposed, she couldn't tell whether her shivering was from the fear or the cold.
Suddenly, the claw like appendages of the mechanical beetle lengthened and reached out around her body, preparing to embrace its new host. The liquid restraints that still held her wrists pulled her arms outwards, pushing her chest forwards towards the rest of the body. Instantly it flew forward and affixed itself to Gwen's breasts, sending a brief shiver of pleasure through her body. The claw-like arms clamped down, fusing at her back and locking the whole thing into place.
GHHHHHAAAAAA!!!!
Gwen could feel the shifting liquid within the device start to pour out in streams all over her body. It oozed and shifted, licking the curves of her body and caressing every facet of her being. Like with her wrists she became keenly aware of the sensations the liquid metal fed her body, and she squirmed and screamed as it continued to coat her. Part of the scream was out of terror, but another part was something she almost didn't admit to herself: arousal. The warmth she felt was like nothing she ever felt before, like she was sinking into a thick pool of mud.
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It felt to her like little worms were digging their way into her pores, like the thing was becoming a second skin. The parts that were closest to the core were already beginning to harden against her body, shifting and reshaping until it took the appearance of geometrically shaped plate armor. Though it looked like there were seams between the segments, in reality it as all fused together, squeezing tightly against her body with no room for entry for even the thinnest knife.
Gwen's eyes were half closed, basking in the bevy of new sensations the suit was giving her. A mass of liquid started to crawl up her neck and intertwine with her hair. Coming briefly to her senses, her hands shot up to her face and tried to pull the silver material off of her face, but whenever it would give, even a little, more material would rush in to take its place. Some of the material climbed into her mouth, forcing its way into her throat and making her agonized screams sound altered and mechanical.
More liquid found its way up into her nostrils, meeting and merging with the liquid in her throat. Both her vision adhere hearing seemed to amplify instantly as the thing affixed itself to her nerves within her eyes and ears. What was this thing doing to her?
With her head now totally coated, the metal began to reshape and remold itself to the point where it took on the distinct shape of a helmet, like something out of power rangers. Where her ears were, a pair a wing like protrusions formed, ending in sharp points. The material that moved in front of her now enhanced eyes almost seemed translucent; knitting together in the form of a visor like it was glass breaking in reverse.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The two men made short work of the lock, blasting it off with a few well-placed bullets. By the time they threw the door open, though, Gwen's transformation was almost complete. The red lights that adorned her body and visor seemed to shine more intensely with the introduction of the intruders. Gwen's distorted screams come to a climax as the creature affixed to her body contorted and writhed about her, trying to place the last pieces of its living metal into place on her body.
"It's going berserk!" one of the men yelled.
Understanding what that meant, the man next to him raised his gun without hesitation, placed his finger on the trigger, and emptied his clip in a flash of muzzle flare and whizzing bullets. His associate did the same, but the both knew that it was too late.
Inside the suit, Gwen looked out through the visor. Her senses were amplified tenfold: the creak of the dead lights above her rang as if they were right next to her, the nauseating smell of one of the men's cheap cologne, and the light tap against her new body when the bullets fired from the guns she used to fear so much.
Despite the rich, new sensations, all she wanted to do was flee. More than anything she wanted to get out of here and return to her old life, but the suit was forcing her to stay put. Even after the men fired their guns, the living armor didn't allow her to move a muscle. She felt something push its way into her mind. It was small at first, but soon it blossomed into something that Gwen recognized all too well.
It was hatred – pure, insatiable hatred.
With an involuntary flick of her arms a pair of twin blades extended from her forearms. She hunched over, crouching like a beast to prepare for the coming slaughter. She could see the men fumble at their guns to reload them, but she knew that nothing they did would save themselves from their fate.
With a pair of clicks, both men successfully slid the fresh magazines into their weapons and pointed them back at the monster in front of them. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! They began unloading their clips again, but this time she wasn't going to let them finish another round.
With a sudden burst of speed, Heretic lunged forward, blades poised, ready to rend her target's limbs from their bodies.
