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SLIME HERO
🕑 Added 2025-02-15 11:06:00 +0000 UTCThe scream was raw. Desperate.
Taylor surged forward, stretching her gelatinous form across the ruined street as she followed the sound. Her swarm scattered ahead, sweeping through dark alleys and collapsed buildings, searching for the source of the disturbance. The moment she found it, she nearly recoiled.
A scavenger—a man barely more than skin and bones—was pinned against the crumbling wall of a burned-out storefront. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, eyes wide with terror as something loomed over him.
Not just something. Someone.
The figure was gaunt, skin stretched tight over bones, pallid and sickly. Fingers too long, ending in jagged, claw-like nails. Sunken eyes locked onto its prey, lips curled back to reveal sharpened teeth. Hunched.
A cannibal.
Taylor had heard stories of scavengers turning on each other, of people pushed to unthinkable extremes in the chaos left behind. But this wasn’t just desperation. The way it moved—animalistic—this was something worse.
A Parahuman.
The realization made her hesitate. She had fought monsters before—Mannequin came to mind—but he had been a person, no matter how twisted. This? This thing had abandoned whatever humanity it once had.
And it was about to rip the scavenger’s throat out.
She acted.
Her swarm descended in an instant, blanketing the alley in a writhing storm of wasps, hornets, beetles—everything she had in range. It should have been enough. It had to be enough.
It wasn’t.
The cannibal barely flinched. The stings, the bites, the suffocating cloud of movement—it ignored them all. Its paper-thin skin should have been easy to pierce, but the attacks skittered off like they were striking something far tougher.
Taylor reared back, thinking fast. She sent her constructs forward—slime-thin tendrils hardened into whips, slicing through the air like blades. They struck true, coiling around the Parahuman’s limbs, tightening with unnatural strength.
It snapped its head toward her.
And it saw her.
A shudder ran through her mass—something instinctive, something human. The way its gaze lingered, the way its mouth stretched into something that wasn’t quite a grin—this wasn’t just an animal hunting for food.
It sought pleasure.
The cannibal lunged.
Taylor reacted on instinct, dissolving part of her mass, letting its claws swipe harmlessly through empty space. She struck back, hardening her form, slamming a tendril into its side with everything she had. It staggered but didn’t fall.
She couldn’t beat it with brute force.
Her swarm. Her constructs. Even her own body—it wasn’t enough.
Her mind raced. It was resistant to physical damage. It shrugged off her insects. But that didn’t mean it was invulnerable.
Her form rippled, shifting, pulling back. She let her tendrils go limp, making herself look weak, vulnerable. Bait.
The cannibal took it.
It lunged again, claws raking forward—except this time, she didn’t dodge.
She opened herself up.
Its arms plunged into her gelatinous mass, sinking past the elbow.
And then she closed.
Her body condensed, locking around its limbs, her semi-solid form hardening like iron. The cannibal struggled, eyes widening as it realized the trap too late. It tried to pull back, to wrench itself free, but she held firm.
Then she did something new.
She pulled.
It wasn’t absorption—not yet. But she let her body shift, pressing in against it, seeping into its skin, its pores, flooding its nose and mouth with a creeping tide of living slime.
For the first time, it screamed.
It thrashed, panicking, clawing at its own skin as if it could tear her out.
And that’s when she absorbed.
The process was swift, efficient. Information surged through her in fragmented bursts—sensation, instinct, a flicker of memories too warped to be useful. She stripped what she could—its durability, its unnatural speed, its heightened senses—then let the rest dissolve.
Confirmed. Toxic resistance successfully acquired.
Taylor reformed, breathless, even though she no longer had lungs.
It was done.
The scavenger was still pressed against the wall, shaking. His eyes darted between her and where his attacker had been, his face pale with shock.
Taylor hesitated.
This was it. Her first real interaction with another human since… since everything.
She started to retreat, pulling back into the darkness—
Then she heard it.
A sharp intake of breath. A whisper.
“…Hello?”
She froze.
The voice wasn’t the scavenger’s.
It was someone else.
Taylor turned.
A figure stood at the mouth of the alley, staring at her with wide, disbelieving eyes.
A figure she knew.
Her thoughts stuttered. Her mind struggled to reconcile the moment.
Because standing there, gripping a rusted knife with knuckles gone white—
Was Brian.
