About Two Hours Earlier…
Yang teleported all the way into the room he was staying in.
He sat down on his bed and felt his head.
I should have known better than to mix unknown chemicals with a cocktail of my own, he thought. If what Magnis says is true, than our compounds together have me overdosed on vitamins.
Yang itched his arm rapidly. “Dang bug bites,” he mutters. He pulled his sleeve up to scratch at it better and had to sit down from what he saw.
One of his mosquito bites had started swelling up at the same spot he had injected himself with Magnis’ needle. It was about a quarter in size and the skin was raised up only somewhat.
After careful inspection he thought, I’m sure that my skin will return to normal after I’ve had some rest.
A foreign feeling came over him. He put his hand up to his head having dizziness accompany the weird feeling throughout his body.
His eyes closed and he passed out still in his clothes on top of his sheets.
50 Minutes Later…
Yang woke suddenly feeling tremendous pain in his arm. Quickly he pushed his sleeve up his arm. He was shocked that the inflammation had gotten much bigger and was causing him a large amount of discomfort.
A surge of pain coursed through his whole body. He opened his mouth wide as he silently dealt with the agony.
The pain went on longer than he was able to hold his breath.
Yang squinted his eyes as he dealt with the pain.
With his vision narrowed he stared at the now large bump on his arm. His mind started processing possibilities of why it looked the way it did and why it was causing him so much pain.
The spot on my arm is where I used Magnis’ injection. It’s also where I seemed to keep getting bite with mosquitoes.
“Wait a second,” he said quietly to himself. “How could a mosquito bite me through my jacket? That doesn’t add up.”
The pain was intense and he knelt down on the floor to deal with it.
Yang lifted his sleeve again and looked at the bump. It twitched and his eyes got wide. “Is something inside of me?”
He gripped onto his arm and applied pressure between the lump and his elbow. Squeezing off the flow of blood was helping the pain but only mildly.
“It feels like something is eating away at my tissue,” he said in a very concerned tone as he bit down hard wincing in pain.
He let go of his arm and the pain came back worse than before.
He fell off of the bed and onto the ground. His limbs jerked as the pain started to pulse away from from his arm. He wasn’t even sure if it was just his arm anymore the pain was so strong.
He reached up to grab his pillow and screamed loudly into it. The pillow did the job of muffling the noise he needed to get out. The things happening to him were not something he wanted the others to know about by hearing him yell. He had a high tolerance for pain, but this was getting ridiculous for just what should be a bug bite.
Yang knew he needed help. Creating a logical thought process just wasn’t something he could do alone right now.
Yang hands ignited a very pale blue due to not being able to concentrate very well. It would still be enough to get to whoever he was able to faster. He opened his door quickly than ran out into the hallway. He didn’t know who was in the room next to his but he had no choice but to burst into their room unannounced. He was in dire need of help.
Using his increased speed he opened the door and went inside of the room. With only the light from his hands and a touch of moonlight he saw Hillary sleeping soundly.
He was about to attempt a semi polite wake up when a pulse of pain shot through his body. It was almost like the inflammation had a mind of its own and didn’t want him to get help.
The crippling pain hit him and his hands dropped down onto Hillary more or less hitting the poor sleeping girl. She woke with a start and saw him flailing in pain and screamed loudly.
Quickly she teleported out of the room before the sudden surge of pain could stop and allow him to explain.
The pain hit him harder than before and caused Yang to drop to the ground again curling up a ball from the agony he was in. He managed to keep his screams in by biting down but still managed to make some noise. He was almost afraid that he was biting down hard enough that he might break a tooth.
The pain was a lot but he was able to bring a few thoughts to his mind of what could be happening.
If those bugs were able to bite through my suit, than what the heck were they? Did I get something put inside me? Did the injections react to it in some way that is making it grow inside me if there even is something inside the lump? There has to be, why else would it move?
Yang wasn’t sure if he was truly thinking strait or if his thoughts were corroded from the pain.
He had to find someone else. The pain sprang on him strongly at a bad time and he scared Hillary off.
He realized the pain had caused him to lose his cold-fire and he reapplied it to his body.
The pain hit him hard again and forced him to flop onto the bed. He knew he didn’t have time to freak from it again. He needed to get help.
He remembered he could teleport and dropped the cold-fire and teleported into the hallway. He teleported down the hallway a ways and through the next door.
With the little bit of light he saw Ken and Ginger sleeping peacefully next to each other. He knew he could count on them to help him.
He was about to call their names when pain shot through his body all the way through his arm and seemed to enter his skull. It was intense behind his eyes and as a reflex grabbed onto his head.
He stumbled backwards and bumped into their dresser hard enough to actually knocking it over. The sound alerted them both causing them to sit up. Ken jumped out of bed right away and started yelling at him.
Yang was in too much pain to concentrate on what he was saying. He put his hands out stumbling forward in an attempt to communicate he was in need of aid from them.
The same as Hillary, Ken interpreted it as a threatening gesture and batted his hands away. He yelled more things to him he wasn’t able to make focus on enough to process the words in his brain.
Ginger had gotten out of bed and was trying to say something to him too.
Yang was assaulted with more pain through his body and he flailed into the vanity breaking the mirror.
Ken put his hand out trying to get him to stop what he was doing.
Yang thought that maybe if he turned the room’s light on that they would notice that something was wrong with him better. He looked around as he thrashed in pain and couldn’t seem to notice where it was.
He tried to yell again hoping to get the message across to them he was in pain, not attacking them.
Again at the wrong time the pain continued to push itself through his body causing him to seemingly throw a punch at Ken. He easily ducked his flailed motion and took a step to the side. He put his own arm back and charged it with electricity.
Yang knew he was about to be hit. He pleaded that it would be enough to knock him out. He just wanted the pain to stop. After he was knocked out his friends would piece together what was happening to him. They had to, the pain was so much to deal with.
Ken’s fist made contact with Yang’s face and it indeed was enough to knock him unconscious. Yang slammed into the wall with his body and slid down to the ground.
1 Hour and 10 Minutes Later…
Yang’s eyes opened up. Immediately he noticed that the pain was gone.
Able to have full control over himself again he quickly lifted the sleeve up. The lump was still there but much much bigger than before.
Before he paid attention to the monstrous inflammation on his arm he looked around the room. The dresser was put back in place and the pieces of the mirror were picked up. He realized the room’s lights were on but no one was around him. He also noticed that he was still on the floor and hadn’t been moved.
He sighed to himself. He must have really shaken them up for them to leave him there.
Suddenly he felt scared. Were they maybe having the same things happen to them as he did? Did he somehow infect them with whatever is wrong with him?
Yang got up from the ground and put his hand to his jaw moving it back and forth. “That Ken sure has a good punch,” he said.
He got to the doorway and saw the six of them sitting at the dining room table conversing with each other.
He could hear them all talking and what they were saying. Nothing that anyone was saying had anything to do with him.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. He looked behind him and the area was dark outside the window. Maybe they all thought that whatever was going on with him that he would snap out of it.
He wondered what exactly his friends would be thinking happened. He felt embarrassed now that he wasn’t in the same sort of pain as before. It was something that he told himself was silly to feel, but at the same time he couldn’t help feeling foolish for how he had acted, in control of it or not.
Ken stood up and announced that he was going to go check on Yang.
Should he stay where he was and tell them what happened?
Ginger stood up too and said she would go with Ken.
Yang hid behind the door. His heart pumped faster and faster. There was no reason for him to alert them on what happened. He didn’t want any of them to be scared, he was alright now and had probably scared them enough already.
Just as Ken and Ginger entered the room Yang teleported out of the room into the hallway out of view from the dining area.
He teleported twice more till he was inside his room.
The less dramatic solution to all of this was for him to just lie down and pretend to be sleeping till he actually did fall asleep. He was sure that they might try and wake him for an explanation, or perhaps would be too scared to. If they did there would be no getting around it he would have to sort out what happened for them.
He sighed to himself not wanting to face the consequences for what he wasn’t in control of in the first place.
Yang was about to unbutton his suit with the intentions of going to sleep and dealing with things later when he felt something peculiar inside of his arm. It wasn’t pain he felt but something very abnormal.
He lifted the sleeve of his arm and saw the inflammation pulsing. This freaked him out and he sat down hard on his bed.
Unexpectedly the skin broke and blood sprayed onto his pillow.
Horror was the dominate expression on his face as a long purplish worm fell out of the hole in his arm and landed on the floor in a bloody splatter.
It wriggled on the ground feeling the cold of night on its flesh after being nice and warm germinating inside of Yang.
The worm stopped moving and Yang curiously leaned in to stare at it.
“Some sort of parasitic worm?” he asked himself in an uncertain manner. “Did it grow inside him after entering his arm from one of those bugs?” There was no way he could be sure. The logic involved didn’t add up.
The worm moved again and Yang jolted backwards being startled by its movement.
It positioned its body upward almost standing if it actually had feet.
The worm shook violently and dots started appearing all over its long body. The dots got bigger and revealed themselves as sharp spikes poking their way through its skin.
Curiosity once again came over Yang, and not seeing any visible eyes on the creature, he got off the bed to loom over it.
It turned the top of its body upward as if it was looking into Yang’s eyes.
“What are you?” he asked hoping he would actually get some sort of response from it.
At soon as the words left his mouth it launched itself forward striking him in the ear.
Yang felt it digging its way into his skull. He instinctively put his hands up to grab at it but it had already made its way all the way into his head.
He feared for the others and as his last free willed act he teleported himself outside.
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