Legends Reborn Ch. 01

Merle

Have you ever had one of those days? You know, you wake up, there’s nothing to eat, get in the shower that doesn’t have any water that could be described as anything other than freezing, jump out after a few seconds, slip on your floor, crack open your head, wake up in a hospital, and find out that you no longer actually exist?

Well, the last part may differ, but I feel that enough of you know about THAT kind of day to allow me to skip a more in depth recounting of those events. I suppose I could start with my awakening in the hospital, but I’d rather start with me. Vanity always has been a fault of mine, after all, and it isn’t one I get to indulge frequently.

My full name is Merle Lynn Graile. Yes, an odd name. I’m told so daily. I generally just go by Merle, anyways. I’m relatively short, coming to about 5 feet even, and weighing in at a whopping 115 pounds. My breasts aren’t gigantic, but, and you’ll have to trust me on this one, they look pretty damn big on a gal my size. Not into the D range, no, but still, that would just be obscene on someone my size. Red hair, but, given my Irish heritage, it’s nothing strange.

So, I’m 18 right now, a senior at Lakewood High School in fabulous Lakewood, Ohio. I used to grow up complaining that nothing exciting ever happened in my small suburb. I would sit there and wish for something, anything, to happen. Well, you know what they say. Be careful what you wish for…

******

I woke up groggy. Very disoriented. Very confused. Very…tied down? That didn’t seem right.

I managed to open my eyes, finally. Not that it mattered. The room was almost pitch black. There was a candle, but it was either too small or too far away to shed any light on my situation. I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness as my body remained motionless. I remembered hitting my head as I fell. I should be in a hospital, I thought. Testing my voice, I repeated myself out loud.

I was surprised when I was answered. A voice, one that came from everywhere at once, all around me, answered, “You are. You are in a hospital where your kind are treated.” The voice was deep. Male. A bit of a southern drawl to it. And, most noticeably to me, at the time, filled with hatred. I tried to take deep breaths.

“My kind?” I answered, all meekness and sweetness and sincerity. Yup, that’s me. “I think you must be mistaken, sir.” I was trying to be charming and sweet. Judging by the harsh laughter I got in return, I was not succeeding.

“Tell me, you whore, who taught you? Where are the others?” The voice was deadly serious again, no trace of the laughter from a moment ago.

Now, I have this problem. I don’t get scared. Ever. Confused, maybe. Worried, definitely. Shocked, of course. Scared, never. However, as nature abhors a vacuum, “fear” was replaced with “sarcasm” for me. “Who taught me?” I wondered aloud. When the mysterious man voiced his affirmation, I said, “Hmm…lessee…well, Mr. Corrigan taught me history freshman and junior years. I had Mr. Lackin for Algebra I both years I took that, and then had Mrs. Regin for Geometry…” I would have gone further, had an enraged roar not broken off my reply.

“Enough, witch!” Witch? Witch? Alright, seriously, did he honestly expect me to believe I was a witch? “I know how to deal with your kind, oh yes,” he said, smirking. “Power is accessed through purity. If you won’t give up your friends, my men will gladly relieve you of your burdensome virginity.” I could hear his cackle through the speaker. I heard the a metal door trying to slide open. It got stuck. I felt more awake, more energized, than ever before.

He screamed at me. “No no no no no no! You filthy whore, no! You can’t!”

I was getting angry. Another emotion to replace the fear I couldn’t feel. The man was rambling, practically incoherent by now, and I just screamed “Shut up!” He didn’t. His tirade continued. Shouting…Anger…Rage…

…Peace.

I opened my eyes. I was standing in whole lot of dust. The man had finally shut up. Still, I could hear his breathing. He was precisely seventy two feet away. There were three other men, and two women in his room. They were all unconscious. I could see it all.

I returned to the room I was in, my senses taking everything in. I turned slowly, witnessing the devestation. I had disintegrated the steel room. All of it. The earth above me had been hardened before it had had the chance to fall in on me. Everything else was just gone. I looked down. Yup, including my clothes.

I walked slowly out of the room, passing by at least fifteen unconscious people. The glorious power I had felt welling up inside of me was gone for now. I felt energized, like I could run a marathon and still feel up to taking the SATs when I got back. It was a heady feeling.

******

The people of the station were slowly coming to. Groggily, former Colonel William Estacade woke. He was staring at the ceiling. Something wasn’t right. He could smell smoke in the air. Why weren’t the fire alarms sounding? He sat up gently rubbing his head. He felt his elbow hit something, saw it fall to the floor. He saw a picture…yes. No! The girl!

He jumped up, full of fury and energy, ready to command his men to chase the little whore down and rape her until she was a broken mare, fat with child and obedient to the whims of his men, when he heard the first scream. It was muffled, but close by. He pulled out his gun and walked slowly, softly to the door. He opened it just a crack, looking around the room. His eyes widened.

Natalia Batkunst, the proverbial Ice Princess, was on her hands and knees in the middle of a dusty room. It was her screams he heard, and it was now obvious why they were all so muffled. The tall, dusty skinned scientist had a cock that had to be nearly a foot long stuffed down her throat to the hilt. He did an immediate double take. The cock in question belonged to a cruel parody of humanities worst mistakes. The thing was almost eight feet tall, all rippling muscle that was obvious, even under a light coat of fur. It looked oddly familiar, as if he’d seen it before, somewhere. Impossible.

Opening the door a bit more, he saw how all that cock had gotten down such a small throat. Another beast, slightly larger, was raping her from behind. He didn’t need to look down to know he was excited. A soldier couldn’t let that get in the way of his job, however. He readied both guns, and prepared to burst in the room. Before he could, the beast behind her growled out a single word: Breed. It hilted itself, viscously, in the too-tight cunt of the “Ice Princess”. The beast in front of her pulled it’s entire cock out of her mouth, and as she was pushed forward by the final, brutal thrust of the monster behind her, she screamed out in orgasm. Her tear stained face was set in an expression of obvious ecstasy, as she screamed out her pleasure. Her stomach grew, slowly but visibly, as the seed of the man/beast filled her. Colonel Estacade watched, mesmerized, as the second creature pumped an enormous load all over her face. She rose up, riding the beast, pumping more of it’s seed into her womb, and playing with her nipples as the one in front of her changed targets from her pretty, panting face to her large, bouncing breasts.

Knowing he had waited too long already, the Colonel burst into the room, guns ablaze, realizing almost immediately that it was futile. The bullets were doing nothing at all to the monstrosities. They came toward him, and he expected a quick death. He noted the blood on Natalia’s thighs- the rumors of her virginity had proved true- but knew that he would be unable to save her, or any of them, from the scourge that magic-wielding whore had unleashed.

He closed his eyes and readied himself for death, accepting the cards that fate had dealt him. Instead, he heard a sibilant hiss behind him, saying, “Join us, brave brother,” and felt a burning scratch along his arm.

He opened his eyes and screamed as power pulsed through him. His back arched and pain raced along his body as he grew larger, furrier. Now he remembered where he had seen such beasts before. His mind screamed the word out, and his broken voice followed suit: “Werewolf!”

His muscles relaxed, leaving him standing now at nine feet, three inches. He smiled, his teeth now razor sharp. He flexed his clawed hands. Merle, he thought. I’m coming for you.

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Merle

I realize now that the dark days to come were my fault. If I hadn’t been so wrapped up in what was happening to me, I may have sensed the opening. Maybe I would have been able to do something about it. Warn people. Close it. It’s too late to know the answer to that now.

As I’m writing this, I’m doing my penance. Future generations will know of my folly, and I accept this. I have started this, and I will finish it. However, there is much to come before the end, and many more people will be brought into the story.