It’s spreading, thought the doctor.
Acting fast, he pushed the darkness aside with a gloved hand to reveal: more blackness. It had touched many major organs. The heart had tiny speckles on it. The liver was a sickly gray on one corner. One lung had been completely enveloped, while the other remained untouched. It seemed that it had even dissolved some of the bone structure of the rib cage, feeding off the marrow. Not only that, but the thing seemed to be beating faster now. The doctor could see where darkness was being pumped through his body at a faster rate.
“It’s spreading faster,” the doctor said, sounding extremely worried. “We’ll have to amputate.”
“NO!” came the voice over the loudspeaker again. “I will not allow it!”
“Too bad! We’ve waited almost twenty years for the subject to return, and I’m not going to lose him again now!”
The doctor raised the scalpel.
All this time, Xander had been screaming like a banshee. Now, seemingly for no reason, he just... stopped.
Curious, the nurse walked over to again check the boy’s eyes. She immediately dropped her little flashlight. Placing her hand over her mouth, she screamed. “His... his eyes!”
The doctor rushed over. Xander’s pupils seemed to have completely taken over his eye, as they were now entirely blackened in, taking on a glossy appearance.
“It’s spread to the optical nerves,” he announced, going back to the blackness. He raised his scalpel once more and drove it into the dark substance.
Or at least, he attempted to.
The darkness resisted, acting sort of rubbery, bobbing whenever the doctor poked at it. Finally, he decided to cut the valves surrounding it and take it out whole. He cut a small slit in the top valve. Dark liquid spewed out onto his scalpel and hand, pulling on him. He screamed. It burned at him, scalding the flesh. The darkness was still being pumped onto him. It was sticky like tar and it seemed that the more the doctor pulled away, the more it held. The nurses and assistants crowded around. Two strong looking guards took the doctor around the waist and began to pull. With a loud snap, the doctor finally got his hand back. The flesh had been stripped away, revealing bundles of nerves, and muscle. He cried out in agony, falling to the floor and passing out. All eyes were on Xander, when something amazing happened.
From the slits made in his wrists and near his ankles, black liquid began to bubble and squirt. It first covered his hands and feet, then slowly it moved its way up his skin like waves move on a shore. Xander began to expel the substance from his mouth and within moments he was vomiting it upward, allowing it to flow back down onto him. As it did, his muscles seemed to grow exponentially, expanding as the substance touched it. His skin gained a smooth, yet scaly and shiny texture, like cohesive gel. He screamed, but all that came was the gurgle of the liquid. The experience was obviously painful. The gaps closed at his chest. He was now completely covered in the black liquid.
Three red slits formed on his face, opening to reveal two triangular bright red eyes and a glowing red mouth. Slowly, turquoise liquid filled the red of his eyes until that was all there was, making them look like pools of swamp water. The creature that was once Xander Drew broke the bonds which restrained it and stood up, much to the horror of the onlookers. It then said something in a deep, scratchy voice:
“Black Womb lives.”
The creature leaped onto them, grabbing the doctor by the throat and squeezing. Blood ran from the neck down the monster’s arms, but it hardly even noticed. Its eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit area surrounding the examination table. The Black Womb looked down onto it with disgust, throwing the doctor atop it. Tools and instruments flew everywhere and the scalpel which had been previously used against Xander Drew now made its final mark, digging into the chest of the doctor.
Black Womb turned its head to the assistants and nurses, who were clambering toward the exits. When it turned, its face turned first. Its face turned and then its head, something that paralyzed the nurse with fear.
There was a man outside of the door, engulfed in the shadows of the coat he wore. Only the bottom half of his face was visible, and was drawn upward in a smile. He looked down and turned something, then held up a key for the assistants to see. They began to scream angrily at the dark-suited man.
He laughed.
The creature looked at the men and women as they beat on the shiny metal door with panicked fists, swearing and uttering threats to the dark-suited man. Then they stopped and turned to Black Womb, who had not moved an inch after killing the doctor. It crouched on the steel floor, staring at the people. One by one, they all turned and locked into its eyes. Those eyes reminded one woman of a cat’s eyes as it watched its prey, following them wherever they went.
It began to stand up now, as silent as a breeze, every movement without effort. As it did, it opened its mouth, revealing two rows of thick, jagged teeth. It held its hand up to the light and a look of concentration came over its face. Suddenly, four black talons unsheathed, one from each of its fingers. It crouched again, ready to pounce on the people who now stood perfectly still. A long, slender forked tongue protruded from its mouth and licked its lips before retreating. Without warning the beast pounced upward onto a wall, only long enough to kick off of it, propelling itself into an assistant. It drew back its arm, which now appeared
