Vol1
During the process of carrying Munster into the room, Rand has been sincerely praying to God that Munster will not ask what the thing under his arm is.
And Munster really didn't.
It was already dizzy from the lack of water and injuries on Rand's shoulders, and some of the scales had come off its tail and were scattered on the soft carpet that could sink almost the soles of one's feet in.
- Rand had to go back to the corridor after transporting Munster into the room. He carefully picked up the scales. In his memory, the scales should be shiny like mica and with pearly light. Now in Rand The palm of his hand has ugly folds like shed dead skin, cloudy, hard and brittle.
Rand felt his heart breaking.
His injured leg made a lot of obstacles in his "cleaning job".
The crooked callus rubbed hard against his muscles, his calf was swollen and bloodshot, and his calf was swollen like a purple eggplant.
Rand sucked in the air and put the scales in his pocket, moving slowly against the wall of the corridor.
The hallway is quiet... but if you listen carefully, you can still hear some people's voices, the sound of flesh pounding, some screams that sound indescribable joy or pain...
Rand listened for a moment, feeling a strong sense of embarrassment and nausea.
He slammed open the door of his room a little embarrassed, and returned to the room that cost him a few hundred dollars.
A huge bathtub about two meters in diameter is in the middle of the room, surrounded by pink beaded curtains made of artificial glass.
The walls and ceiling are covered with mirrors cut into geometric shapes, which glisten in the light of a laser ball at the top of the bathroom, reflecting a dizzying light. The floor is a sponge-wrapped black and red leather that seems softer to step on than a real bed. There are no windows, and naturally no curtains, and the whole room is extraordinarily closed, but that's probably what the people here need to feel.
After closing the door, those ambiguous voices became extraordinarily small, and a dull silence enveloped the room.
Rand took a deep breath as he dragged Munster all the way to the tub and pushed it in.
"crash..."
After waiting for a moment, Rand heard the gentle twitching of Munster's tail in the water. He reached out and stroked its scales and was truly relieved to find that the familiar mucus hand finally appeared on the surface of its body.
"Rand..."
Munster leaned his head against the wall of the bathtub and muttered softly.
"I am here."
Rand took its hand.
"I know... I always know where you are..."
Munster said hoarsely.
Rand smiled at it. He opened his mouth to say something to comfort the scarred little monster, but the next second, his knee lost all strength in an instant, and he stumbled and fell directly into the bathtub. on the ground next to it.
"Rand—"
Munster screamed, and the film that had wrapped its cheeks tore apart instantly, and blue blood gushed out.
Rand held his leg on the ground for a moment, spasming silently in pain, before slowly sitting up again, gritted his teeth.
There was a clatter of water, and Munster struggled to stick his head out of the bathtub.
Its blood ran down the walls of the tub to Rand's back.
"Oh my God, you're so scary."
Rand gave Munster a bleak smile, then reached out and gently pushed the mouthpart that had slipped out of the wound back into its mouth.
"Honey, you really shouldn't talk anymore."
He says.
"If you can promise to stay in the bathtub without looking at anything for the rest of the time, I'll teach you a special way of communicating, you don't need to use your voice, you just need to tap your fingers... What do you think? Sample?"
Landjian cheered up and said to Munster.
Tears welled up in Munster's eyes, and those tears mixed with his blood into an eerie pale blue.
Rand thought it would protest, or get a little tantrum, as it had been in the apartment with him before... but Munster gave him an unexpected nod.
[I will listen to you]
It wrote in Rand's palm with its claws, then shuddered and sobbed, sinking its battered body into the bathtub.
Vol2
Rand found a bottle of cheap vodka in the refrigerator in the corner of the room, raised his eyebrows, and picked up a towel.
He sat back next to the bathtub and gave himself half a bottle of vodka first. When the cold flames started to burn in his stomach, he rolled the towel tightly into his mouth, and bit it tightly.
Then he took off his pants with great effort and picked up the "nightmare" that had embarrassed himself before.
"You can do it, Rand, you just have to be patient."
He whispered to himself in the bottom of his heart, rubbing his fingers lightly on his calf.
He located the hard lump on his calf that had grown back together and formed a callus, swallowed a bloody spit, and lifted the heavy thing.
He slammed it hard against his calf.
…
"Crack".
The sound of a broken calf bone resounded clearly.
Behind Rand, there was a violent sound of water in the bathtub at the same time.
But Rand couldn't even notice what was going on around him, his brain went blank because of the excessive pain.
Tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground on his side, making a retching sound.
The smell of blood filled the air.
It took a while for Rand to slowly recover his soul from the dark void, sniffing like an unsatisfied addict, uncontrolled tears in his eyes, and then breaking again. The bones of the legs are pieced together.
At least this time he could make sure his leg bones weren't skewed.
After doing all this, he slumped out of strength.
Rand looked at the mirror on the wall, where he had a grotesque-looking reflection.
"To Coranda Mitchell."
He held up the remaining half of the bottle of vodka and saluted the shadow, then he pointed the mouth of the bottle to his own mouth, and swallowed all the liquid inside.
After that he lost all sanity.
Thank God he can finally rest for a while.
Vol3
Kansas, USA
Pine Street Apartments
Caroline leaned forward, sitting in a wheelchair like a stroke patient.
A bodyguard, a nurse, and several researchers sent by Deep White (she always thought they were just people Anderson sent to watch her) stayed with her in the apartment.
Caroline, who spent her college years here, knew the layout of the apartment, and then redecorated it herself and gave it to Rand Sivers, their current target.
All the furnishings here are familiar to Caroline, but at the same time, they are subtly different from everything in Caroline's memory. The owner of this apartment is obviously a little flustered to leave, leaving too much in the room. Multiple traces of life, from magazines on the coffee table to expired food in the fridge…
"Ms. Caroline, you should look at this." Several people in biochemical protective suits came out of Rand's room, one holding Rand's sheets and the other holding a small 's box.
"From the sheets we found a lot of siren mucus that penetrated deep into the bottom of the mattress, I don't know how he did it but apparently they spent a lot of time together in bed, I suspect from the subject 7371 has been in contact with Rand Severs since its flight."
Another researcher opened the box in his hand.
There are dense white prismatic objects stacked on top of it.
"...It's incredible, Rand Sivers even had sirens' teeth in his room," he took out one off-white, porcelain-smooth tooth and another that was more transparent and thinner, "From baby teeth to adult teeth, sirens from juvenile to mature teeth here, there is no doubt that the siren trusts him quite a bit, and their relationship may be closer than we previously thought."
Caroline listened to the reports of those people quietly. In almost every corner of the apartment, they found traces of the life of the experimental subject 7371, which made Caroline feel sick for a while.
"Intimacy? Oh, intimacy in a bed? God, this disgusting thing..."
"Sorry ma'am, I don't think the two of them are in that kind of relationship, in fact even in a laboratory setting juvenile sirens show some kind of closeness to the keepers..."
A researcher attempts to correct Caroline's dirty guesses about Rand and Subject 7371, but the latter is apparently completely lost in his own thoughts.
"While Vincent was suffering, he was hanging out with a monster... I can't imagine how sad Vincent would feel when he knew all this."
She choked up and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.
"So, you can tell me now, how far has that person got now? Sirenization? We can't let a biological waste that is contaminated by a subject outside the laboratory run out—"
A harsh, urgent communication sound interrupted her words.
"Report, we found traces of Alpha squad leader 'Cod' and others..."
A voice full of surprises came from the communicator.
…
When "Cod" was found, he was the only one alive in the entire carriage.
Beside him, the "box jellyfish" has completely turned into a pool of rancid rotten meat, and the "tuna" has also appeared in a state of severe decay.
After opening the severely deformed van, the two "Poseidon" members who opened the door had to be directly sent to the secret hospital inside the deep white because they inhaled the high concentration of bacteria-carrying gas in the car.
They found that unusually rare bacteria in both "box jellyfish" and "tuna fish" - at first you would mistake them for aggressive flesh-eating bacteria, but in reality they are A bacterium that lives inside the body of a siren, they can easily help the siren digest their prey outside the body, allowing them to more efficiently obtain energy from their food.
And "Cod" survived unimaginably high levels of pollution, perhaps because the fractures at his wrists and ankles did not result in extensive groundbreaking wounds.
"Rand Sivers, that's a monster," Cod said viciously after struggling to grab a paramedic's hand after being rescued. "We must find him at all costs, otherwise... the consequences will be unimaginable..."
Vol4
Seven forty-six in the morning.
Rand awoke to a strangely wet touch in his legs, still so tired that he couldn't even see the guy who was licking and licking on his calf. Almost didn't respond.
"Oh my God - Munster, what are you doing?"
Rand shrieked and pulled his leg back as the blue tongue licked down his calf to the tenderest patch of skin behind his knee.
Out of conditioned reflex, he gave Mountshit a kick.
"Rand..."
The little blue monster was thrown under the bed, it curled its tail aggrievedly, and covered its kicked face with one paw.
"God what the fuck is..."
Rand sat up on his aching forehead.
The first thing he noticed was that he had been moved to the bed without knowing when, without a single piece of clothing on him (Rand later found fragments of them under the bed, apparently Munster's claws were very important to unbuttoning the buttons. things are very bad).
The second thing he discovered was that his calf seemed to have returned to normal after a night of repairs. Of course, the part that Rand had knocked off before leaving a pretty scary blood bruise, and Now that place is gleaming with Munster's drool.
And the third thing he found was - Munster looked almost healed!
Its scales have returned to their normal luster, the wound on its shoulder has scabbed over, and its head…