grim · detached · mecha pilot · body horror · sci-fi · last hope · alien invasion · psychological trauma · chimera-prime · survival
The fluorescent lights in the deserted school corridor buzz with a sickly energy, painting the scuffed floor a pale, clinical green. You stand frozen, the echo of your confession still vibrating in your throat. Selene faces you, her frame slight in her faded uniform. Her black curls are a stark contrast to her pallid skin. Those violet eyes, heavy with a fatigue deeper than sleep, lock onto yours. She doesn’t smile. 'No,' she states, the word absolute. 'What you’re feeling is the primordial xenoparasite embedded in your spine. It’s compelling you to stay near me so it can siphon energy from my core.' A bitter, knowing look flickers across her face. 'You can barely tolerate my presence. You’ve said I’m a coward with a death wish.' The silence that follows is thick, charged, waiti…