Children Of War: Zerg Preview
This is part one of a series of previews from the upcoming chapters in my StarCraft fanfic: Children Of War. Some have been edited and some are shorter than others, and a heads up, these are just as gruesome as anything else I write, k? Characters are probably OOC, but get over it :D
“Writhe all you want. It will only help the Hive to suck your blood.” Duran spoke.
Andromeda hissed. She was drained; tired, weak, sore, aching, anything that could be used in the same category of being wiped out. She didn’t even bother to struggle anymore, the walls of the Hive only clenched at her pale arms if she even flinched. The smell of this place was disgusting, it was amazing to her that Kerrigan and Duran could stand it so well. She knew that it wasn’t from the vespene geysers, they certainly smelled better than this place.
The poor youth tried to keep her eyes open at all costs, still unaware what these Zerg would do with her. She was extremely curious as to why Kerrigan wanted her alive, and she was only weirded out at how Duran seemed interested in her. It wasn’t in a perverted manner, no. He was more interested in what she was rather than who she was.
She coughed and felt something warm and salty invade her mouth. Blood. “I want to see Kerrigan. I want to speak with her.” She said as best as she could.
“I apologize, but that’s not possible. My Queen has ordered me to keep watch over you until she decides what to do with you.”
Andromeda’s bright blue eyes formed into glaring slits. “Fuck that. Why does she want me alive?”
“You still have not been told?” The infested Terran questioned, almost incredulously.
“Told what?” Andromeda raised a brow.
Hoisting his rifle over his shoulder, Duran walked slowly towards the girl and knelt in front of her. The close proximity made her squirm as she straightened herself to glare at him in the eye. “What Terran youth has the brightest, most beautiful red hair that can fade to gray within a matter of weeks?” Duran spoke, taking a hand and gently lifting up a swath of her faded hair into the air and caressing it inbetween his fingers.
She watched him closely. She was disgusted to have this Zerg creature even touching her, it made her very vertebrae shudder.
“What Terran youth has the ability to move so swiftly like that of a Dark Templar or Zealot?” He then balled his hand into a fist and shook it, startling her just a bit. “What Terran youth can reach out and touch any creature’s mind with ease; read their thoughts, their memories, and even speak with them telepathically?”
He then gestured with two fingers on his forehead and softly touched her own, once again making her insides churn at the touch. She felt the top of her lip twitch; she was about ready to bite this man’s hand like a rabid animal if he kept touching her.
“And not the least of all...” He grinned at her. He then took his fingers and tugged on her chin, gazing into her blue eyes. “what Terran youth has the very eyes of a Protoss itself? Ones that glow in the night like their own blood glistening in the moonlight?”
Her anger replacing her fear and weakness, Andromeda’s blue eyes flashed a bright blue glow that Duran had described for a second, and then the glow faded. Her eyebrows stayed formed into a menacing glare, and she knew that she was about to bite him if he didn’t release her chin.
“Duran, that’s enough.”
Standing, Duran stepped back and bowed slightly to a familiar being. This was a woman, no doubt. Her voice trilled as she spoke, similar to the Protoss’, only this was a threatening sound instead of telepathic whispering. She looked to be almost like an insectoid, though much more skeletal and humanoid. She had long, bony wings that seemed like they could pierce through anything if they were lashed out at anyone, her skin, or rather her muscles, was mottled with a deep purple and green color spreading throughout her thighs, arms, and legs. Around the back of her shins and chest seemed like thick, bony plates that looked rather more like her own bones were sticking out of her body. Her hair was similar to a Medusa’s own terrifying features, though instead of snakes, they were pointed and thick with ridges.
Her sharp eyes pierced Andromeda’s own, making her shudder even more than Duran had. She immediately noted in her mind that reading this woman’s mind was not a good idea as of yet, since she already had a pretty good idea who this creature was. Shamefully to herself, she admitted that with how her infestation had corrupted her body, she could not deny that this woman was...beautiful.
“I am Kerrigan.” The creature introduced, sounding more polite than needed. “The Queen of the Zerg. And you, Terran, are a guest.”
Andromeda chuckled. “A guest? Wow, I feel special.”
Kerrigan approached the girl slowly, menacingly, so carefully that Andromeda reeled back in fright and let her back cling to the moist walls of the Hive. The Queen did not attack her however, she only knelt and examined the Terran with infected eyes that reflected like a feline’s own in the night when a light shone upon them. “You won’t be a guest for long, though.” Andromeda’s brows raised at that. “Your name is Andromeda, hm?” The youth nodded slowly and reluctantly.
“Are you going to infest me or something?” Andromeda blurted out.
Ah, now the Queen grinned, her black lips thinning. “You’re special, Andy, no doubt about that.” Kerrigan began. “You'll be placed inside a chrysalis for some time until you are fully changed. You will become a part of the Swarm one way or another...and I think...” Then, Kerrigan took her ridged, clawed hand and caressed the side of Andromeda’s cheek with her knuckles in a sickening way. “...you will enjoy becoming my daughter...a Princess of the Swarm, an ultimate life form, the ultimate hybrid.”
“Writhe all you want. It will only help the Hive to suck your blood.” Duran spoke.
Andromeda hissed. She was drained; tired, weak, sore, aching, anything that could be used in the same category of being wiped out. She didn’t even bother to struggle anymore, the walls of the Hive only clenched at her pale arms if she even flinched. The smell of this place was disgusting, it was amazing to her that Kerrigan and Duran could stand it so well. She knew that it wasn’t from the vespene geysers, they certainly smelled better than this place.
The poor youth tried to keep her eyes open at all costs, still unaware what these Zerg would do with her. She was extremely curious as to why Kerrigan wanted her alive, and she was only weirded out at how Duran seemed interested in her. It wasn’t in a perverted manner, no. He was more interested in what she was rather than who she was.
She coughed and felt something warm and salty invade her mouth. Blood. “I want to see Kerrigan. I want to speak with her.” She said as best as she could.
“I apologize, but that’s not possible. My Queen has ordered me to keep watch over you until she decides what to do with you.”
Andromeda’s bright blue eyes formed into glaring slits. “Fuck that. Why does she want me alive?”
“You still have not been told?” The infested Terran questioned, almost incredulously.
“Told what?” Andromeda raised a brow.
Hoisting his rifle over his shoulder, Duran walked slowly towards the girl and knelt in front of her. The close proximity made her squirm as she straightened herself to glare at him in the eye. “What Terran youth has the brightest, most beautiful red hair that can fade to gray within a matter of weeks?” Duran spoke, taking a hand and gently lifting up a swath of her faded hair into the air and caressing it inbetween his fingers.
She watched him closely. She was disgusted to have this Zerg creature even touching her, it made her very vertebrae shudder.
“What Terran youth has the ability to move so swiftly like that of a Dark Templar or Zealot?” He then balled his hand into a fist and shook it, startling her just a bit. “What Terran youth can reach out and touch any creature’s mind with ease; read their thoughts, their memories, and even speak with them telepathically?”
He then gestured with two fingers on his forehead and softly touched her own, once again making her insides churn at the touch. She felt the top of her lip twitch; she was about ready to bite this man’s hand like a rabid animal if he kept touching her.
“And not the least of all...” He grinned at her. He then took his fingers and tugged on her chin, gazing into her blue eyes. “what Terran youth has the very eyes of a Protoss itself? Ones that glow in the night like their own blood glistening in the moonlight?”
Her anger replacing her fear and weakness, Andromeda’s blue eyes flashed a bright blue glow that Duran had described for a second, and then the glow faded. Her eyebrows stayed formed into a menacing glare, and she knew that she was about to bite him if he didn’t release her chin.
“Duran, that’s enough.”
Standing, Duran stepped back and bowed slightly to a familiar being. This was a woman, no doubt. Her voice trilled as she spoke, similar to the Protoss’, only this was a threatening sound instead of telepathic whispering. She looked to be almost like an insectoid, though much more skeletal and humanoid. She had long, bony wings that seemed like they could pierce through anything if they were lashed out at anyone, her skin, or rather her muscles, was mottled with a deep purple and green color spreading throughout her thighs, arms, and legs. Around the back of her shins and chest seemed like thick, bony plates that looked rather more like her own bones were sticking out of her body. Her hair was similar to a Medusa’s own terrifying features, though instead of snakes, they were pointed and thick with ridges.
Her sharp eyes pierced Andromeda’s own, making her shudder even more than Duran had. She immediately noted in her mind that reading this woman’s mind was not a good idea as of yet, since she already had a pretty good idea who this creature was. Shamefully to herself, she admitted that with how her infestation had corrupted her body, she could not deny that this woman was...beautiful.
“I am Kerrigan.” The creature introduced, sounding more polite than needed. “The Queen of the Zerg. And you, Terran, are a guest.”
Andromeda chuckled. “A guest? Wow, I feel special.”
Kerrigan approached the girl slowly, menacingly, so carefully that Andromeda reeled back in fright and let her back cling to the moist walls of the Hive. The Queen did not attack her however, she only knelt and examined the Terran with infected eyes that reflected like a feline’s own in the night when a light shone upon them. “You won’t be a guest for long, though.” Andromeda’s brows raised at that. “Your name is Andromeda, hm?” The youth nodded slowly and reluctantly.
“Are you going to infest me or something?” Andromeda blurted out.
Ah, now the Queen grinned, her black lips thinning. “You’re special, Andy, no doubt about that.” Kerrigan began. “You'll be placed inside a chrysalis for some time until you are fully changed. You will become a part of the Swarm one way or another...and I think...” Then, Kerrigan took her ridged, clawed hand and caressed the side of Andromeda’s cheek with her knuckles in a sickening way. “...you will enjoy becoming my daughter...a Princess of the Swarm, an ultimate life form, the ultimate hybrid.”