Section Escape

what a liar.

    The woman sat in a dimly lit room, yet the light bulb in the center of the ceiling seemed bright and buzzing. There was the basics for a human to live - a sink, toilet, and of course a bed. It was a nice room, but they tainted it with their lies and stories and horrifying embrace.

    Her face darkened with tiredness. With the deep, long wrinkles of age and sadness. The roots of the woman's hair were becoming light gray. The grays tore away around her head, like an infection, before gradually returning to her light auburn hair at her shoulders. The shadows from the light only seemed to make her look weaker.

    After months of being used, laboring, nonstop work, her old, frail body was giving up on her. Except, for the fact that she wasn't even old. That's one of the lovely catches of the world.

   She wasn't past the mere age of eighteen, but they aged her body. The promised neverland parasites ate away at her, absorbing her energy and youth.

    That's what they all did, here in Section Seven. They used and tormented their hosts. It was rare that a parasite got attached to their host and let them live long enough to make it to Section Six.

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    "Tippy Toes?"
    Her lovely friend was back. It perched upon her shoulder, it's dozens of needle thin legs prickling at her skin. They didn't quite hurt, but god when the parasite wanted them to feel it, the pain never ended.

    "Oh, my Tippy Toe! You look awful," the creature flushed out, it's body rubbing against the woman's cheek. It's skin was slimy, but it didn't have any juices to stick to anything. Parasites bodies were long yet fat brown creatures. A messed up, foldy, rubbery spider if anything.

    "When was the last time you've slept? Surely you're tired," the sweet voice carried on. It was almost humming, as if urging her to close her eyes and relax.

    She knew better than to listen to the gentle manipulation, though. She had caught on to their routine. It was simple: bring in humans to Section Seven, treat them nicely for a while before the parasites dug their disgusting bodies into them.

    Then, when they've had their fun, they kill them and use them as feed for the others.

    "Sleep is good for little humans like you," the parasite continued, "and you're old now, my tippy toes. Our body is giving up on us. You have to accept that."

    "But is it?" the woman asked out, her voice gentle and quiet. She turned to look at the lovely parasite.

    The parasite seemed offended, it's legs moving quickly as it moved from her shoulder and climbed down her chest. It wrapped itself around her, clawing at her dirty shirt.

    "I cannot believe you dare say that! Of course it's time! You are far too old and useless." A weight from the being began pressing into her stomach. Her body began growing heavy, slowly falling back.

    That seemed to make her panic. She shook her head quickly at the parasite. Her boney fingers began to curl at the needle point legs, trying to get them to unwrap. But they just tightened around her small body, continuing to push her down.

    "No.. no.. no! You promised!" her eyes began watering, panicked as she fell back against the soft bed she had been seated on.

    "You promised me, you promised I would make it to six!" her voice pitched as tears streamed across her pale, wrinkly, exhausted face.

    "Promises don't always work, Tippy." The voice deepened as holes formed in her shirt. She hated how they could do any voice so easily to manipulate them.

    The needles pricked at her skin, pressure slowly applying. Then, two legs moved up and tugged at her face. They moved along her skin before resting upon her darkened eyelids, forcing them shut.
   
"Accept it, my lovely Tippy," it was a gentle voice now. Nicer, calm.

    And of course she listened. Like she always did, despite the tears streaming down her face. There wasn't any way for her to object to anything. The humans were powerless compared to the millions of parasites surrounding them.

    Then, she felt it. It pierced her skin. Pierced right through and into her flesh beneath. Then more across her abdomen. It continued on and on, clawing away at her insides, the stench of blood and flesh filling the room. She couldn't move, couldn't react. Her body couldn't bring itself to allow her to move, to breathe, to do anything but accept fate.

    And then it stopped. All the pain stopped and went away. It was gone, all better now.