Metamorph.exe - Prologue The alarm clock next to Aris' bed set off exactly on que at 9:00 in the morning. He was glad that he had the advantage of being able to sleep late. Turning around on his mattress, he tried unsuccessfully to shut the alarm off multiple times, until finally striking the snooze button with his hand. His arm stretched through the air as he picked himself off of the bed. Aris turned to the calendar on his wall; it was the 23rd of March. The best part about this day, was that it was a Sunday. The only thing Aris had to do was sit back, relax, and let the end of the week waste away.
His name was Aristo Kemyss. Or, at least, that was what his full name was. He was mostly called "Aris" by his friends and family. He never understood why he was given the name "Aristo." A Greek meaning for "brilliant" and a short, more common form of the name "Aristotle," the famous philosopher of classical Greece. Ironically, Aris did not think he was smart at all. He gue
Birth of a Weapon - Part I
25 December 1969: Cold War Era
President Nixon stood solemnly as he addressed the world with an unprecedented announcement.
“The United States shall renounce the use of lethal biological agents and weapons, and all other methods of biological warfare. The United States will confine its biological research to defensive measures such as immunization and safety measures.”
Nixon’s speech did little to quell the fears of a third war between the world’s superpowers. The biological threat was merely a footnote to the nuclear arsenals of the United States and Russia. The world could not yet comprehend the awesome power and horrific capabilities that lie within the biological warfare arena. The shadow of the nuclear world was the perfect cloak for the further development of biological weapons.
12 June 1987
A man struggled to free himself from the limb restraints wrapped around his extremities; the hospitable bed he was imprisoned in clanged and crea
Succubus Self - TGSandy stretched as she sipped at her cola, wings shifted into nonexistence along with the rest of her succubus traits as she took a night off from seduction. It felt good to let her human side play out now and again, she thought, taking another gulp of soda as she surveyed the room. A night off from the seduction, and the constant testing and pulling of the symbiotic relationship she had with Greg. It would be really nice to have a night like that, she sighed, before shooting a glance at the man who'd been staring at her steadily for the last fifteen minutes.
She checked him out from the corner of her eyes, noting his hard muscles, and rugged features. Her type she decided, hiding a smile with her soda as she took another sip. No lust in his eyes, though, she sighed, recognizing the malevolent glare he was giving her. He was either a self hating gay who blamed her for not getting hard enough, or a demon hunter. Judging by the fact that he wasn't sparing the other girls a glance, she wa
They were both gorgeous, they bounced into the bar giggling a flurry of curls, legs and exposed skin. How they managed to move at all on the platform heels they were wearing was a mystery, let alone how fast and gracefully they managed. The dresses they both wore only just reached their tanned and toned thighs titillating the viewer with both what you could and could not see. As they had walked into the bar the place audibly hushed despite the booming bass of the music blaring out. My eyes, like every other person in the bar, were drawn to them, men in lust and envious girls examining every detail of the pair. I knew I would spend the evening fantasizing about them but heaven forbid I would do anything about it I was useless at approaching women, too shy, too self conscious and too awkward to ever be able to speak to them let alone chat them up.
They sat across from me so that I could see the succession of suitors stroll over to the pair of them and after a few mo