Superheroes VS. Super Villains (A Collection)

The Parasite, Part 3

An eerie drip sounded as the rainwater from earlier dripped off of the railing and onto the leather of his jacket, sliding down down his arm and onto the cold corpse below him. It'd been years since he disposed of a body, but he still vaguely remembered how to do it.

Step 1; Kill it. At least 85% dead.
Step 2; Get rid of it. Large bodies of water have never failed you.

His system had always worked well, and now was no different. He never bothered with all the normal procedures, like covering his tracks. Switch a couple hours before the act, get them alone with the next host, switch again, take advantage of the last host's utter confusion and kill them, get rid of the body, continue on with the new host. So his system had something more like 6 steps, but still, fairly simple. He'd never stuck around long enough to see what anyone thought of his mysterious murders, even though he could have. A new host meant an entirely new identity, which was good because to everyone else he didn't exist, so he needed all the identity he could get.

He grabbed Serrell by his ankles, grunting as he attempted to toss him into the river below. The new guy was an intern at an accountants office or something with muscles made from cotton candy. He wasn't sure if he meant to keep the host when he picked him out, right now he just needed Serrell gone. Once they found him missing and Simeon unconscious the cops were going to be pissed as hell. He didn't care, of course, why should he? Adam Jared Serrell the teenager disappeared years ago, no one seemed to care what became of him. As far as they knew the kid ran away or got kidnapped by gypsies. As far as he cared, he might as well have been. Now, Serrell the villain, he was a bit more of an item. People cared what happened to him, or rather, with him. After this last escapade he was facing jail time at minimum.

There was a splash as the body hit the water below. Wiping his hands off on his pants, he wonderer what he should do next. Terrorize some citizens? Kill done now cops? Blow up some shit?

He smiled at the thought, turning to leave he tripped on what appeared to be absolutely nothing. He cursed as his head made contact with the sidewalk, leaving a bit of blood behind as a mark.

"Ow... Fuck this guy." He stood up, slowly rubbing his head.

He looked out towards the city, the sights and sounds of chaos too far to see and hear, it was just a cluster of tall buildings decorated with beautiful lights. He'd have problem finding a new host in there.

He began to think of his preferences as he walked (or with this guy's poor sense of coordination, stumbled) on towards the city. He would need a man, he'd always seen himself as a man, being in a woman's body just didn't feel right.

He'd need some muscles, so he wouldn't have so much trouble with heavy lifting next time he got into a jam. Plus he was sick of spending so much time body building. By the time he got the host in shape it was time to kill them or move on.

As far as looks went, he told himself he didn't care, but time and time again he found himself looking for the same things. There black hair, the brown eyes. Same height, same skin tone. He knew he had a pattern, though he'd never admit it, even to himself. He always got hosts that looked like him. Well, not him, technically. His twin brother, and his first host.

He'd heard his parents talking once, about how one of the twins had absorbed the other in the womb. It wasn't a big deal, apparently it happened all the time. But as far as he knew no one had come out like him. How mother had definitely given birth to twins, but no one knew it. Two souls, sharing the same body. It was years before he actually took over, and when he did he couldn't control it. When and where he controlled the body didn't seem to be in his or just brother's control. It just happened at random times of the day and night. At first he thought they were the same, that while he was controlling the body good brother was watching from inside, kind of like being in the backseat of a car, watching someone else drive. But apparently his brother didn't remember a single thing that went on while he wasn't in the body. Little Nathan had described it as an experience like going to sleep, then waking up several days later. Their parents called it "blacking out". He'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit frightened by any of this when it all first went. It was all so confusing. People tried to explaining Nathan's situation to him, even though they were wrong. Some days even their father would come and sit on the bed next to the little boy and they'd talk about all the things he was feeling. He remembered his dad saying how he'd once blacked out in high school, and that Nathan had nothing to worry about. He figured it was all very nice of them, and waited anxiously for the day someone would do that with him. Sit down and explain to him everything that was going on in his mind, as well as teach him how to share a body. But that day never came. No one seemed to have the answers to his questions, and the more he tried to pursue answers the more weirded out people became. They began telling him to see a doctor, who diagnosed him with a whole list of diseases and prescribed enough pills to create a small pharmacy. Nothing helped him understand. It all just made him more and more confused.

He never really stopped being confused. Eventually Nathan accepted that their was something terribly wrong with him and that he had to take all of his medication every day in order to be a real human.He accepted the fact that no one really thought he existed, and began to use his free time to work on controlling the body, as well as when he wanted to switch hosts with his brother. Their poor, misinformed parents, they eventually sent little Nathan away to a mental hospital to cure him of his list of diseases. He didn't care for the mental hospital, so he used the power he had no mastered and made his first real switch, into an outgoing patient. From there he learned that all he had to do was touch the new host and think about control and his soul would automatically be transferred. Since then he'd lived nothing but his best life, jumping from host to host, leeching off of their success, fame, fortune. It was everything he ever wanted.

And yet, he felt empty. Or bored. Whichever. Mostly just bored. He was tired of tormenting cops and civilians, and killing off hosts and gathering more and more wealth. He needed something more.

As he stepped off the bridge he noticed a star, shooting across the sky with a brilliant tail of magestic light. It was beautiful. He wondered if it was really a shooting star or if it was really a flying superhero, searching for evil to stop.

Now that'd really be the life. Living as a superhero, with powers and everything. He could imagine entering the mind of telepath, or a fire master. Being able to control mighty forces with pure will power. That'd be cool as hell!

He smiled at the stars. He was going to do it. It might be difficult to an extent, but he needed a challenge, and he'd love to give ruling the world a try.