Eve of Destruction (c) 
Chapter Fifteen 
By Fiction Writer #13 
(M/g, incest, ped, preteen, reluct, grandfather, granddaughter, 
sci-fi, paranormal)

The large bed creaked under his weight as he slid beneath the warm 
sheets to join her.  Sarah was still awake even though it was nearly 
midnight.  She couldn't sleep.  Just knowing that he would be joining 
her in the same bed put her nerves on edge.

Earlier in the evening she listened as he puttered around in the 
kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans clanging before savory aromas 
began to waft in through the doorway.  He had entered the room soon 
after the noise ceased, found her with her eyes closed, bought her lie.  
His large hand felt her forehead once again, searching for signs of a 
non-existent fever before gently brushing some errant hairs from her 
face.  He leaned down over her, his lips leaving a warm kiss on her 
cheek before he retreated back to the dining room.

She laid there listening, the smell of meatloaf causing her stomach to 
growl and grumble, but she refused to give in to her appetite.  She 
listened as he cleaned the dishes in the sink before retiring to the 
shower to clean himself.

With the lights turned down and the air recirculators running at a 
minimum, the rush of running water through the pipes above began to 
lull her.  She drifted in and out, her mind not quite asleep but trying to 
dream anyway.  When the water finally shut off she was almost adrift, 
but the sound of the shower door closing caused her to jerk free from 
dreamland with a start.

Now he was in bed with her, his shower hot skin sliding closer to her 
fear chilled body.  He moved slowly, trying not to wake her.  He 
pressed his front to her back, spooning against her, his arm draped 
over her chest, hugging her tiny body to him.  He might not have 
been welcome, but the heat of his body sure was.  She found it 
soothing, comforting to be in his arms, and yet she couldn't stop her 
heart from trying to leap out of her throat.  He nuzzled his nose into 
her hair, a soft kiss given to the top of her scalp.

"Good night, my angel."

His words were so softly spoken, so gentle.  They nearly made her 
rethink her earlier fears about the man who had stolen her from her 
family, the man who had erased her mind, but then she felt it.

At first the soft tube of flesh merely rested on her thigh, nestled 
between the cheeks of her bottom, but then it began to stir.  She 
could feel his pulse through it; feel as it began to move, twitching into 
life.  His breath, once steady and even, took on a more rapid pace.  
The thick hair covering his chest scrubbed against her smooth back, 
adding more heat, more urgency to his needs.

The shaft grew rigid as she laid perfectly still, her heart thumping 
madly.  His arm tightened around her, his calloused hand pressed 
firmly over the slight rise of her breast, rubbing against her eraser 
sized nipple.  His knees drew up, contouring to match her own bent 
legs, causing the head of his thing to run along her slit from back to 
front.

She didn't want this to happen, not again, not when she knew who he 
was and what he had done to her, but her body began to respond to 
the contrary.  An echo of Eve, some little part of her, still resided 
within her mind, and with her came feelings for the man molesting 
her.  Her nipples grew stiff under his hand, stiff enough for him to 
gently pinch and caress.  Her breath soon matched his own rapid 
tempo, her hips moving involuntarily, helping his hardness to delve 
deeper into the crease of her sex.

"Oh..." she gasped quietly as the tip of his staff grazed over her 
button.  She became wet, the slippery juices flowing from her, 
lubricating the path for him to follow.  He refused, denied her body 
what it had signaled for him to do.  Instead he chose to keep up his 
rhythmic humping on the outside of her, sliding, teasing, taunting.

"Please..."

She heard the pleading, the desperation, but could not believe it was 
her own voice speaking.

"Please..."

"Not yet little one, not yet."

His answer frustrated her, infuriated her, and drove her to move her 
own hips faster, squeeze her thighs tighter. "Pleeeeeeease..."

One of her hands dropped low, grazing the smooth skin of her belly, 
lower and lower until she found the heat, the burning need for more.  
Quick as a flash his hand left her breast to grasp her delicate wrist in 
a vice-like grip.

"No," he growled as he pulled her hand free of her mound and held it 
above her head. "Not yet."

"Hymmmm... Please... Please... hymmmm..." she whimpered, 
begging for more contact than he was willing to give.  He ignored her.

She felt empty, desperate to have something inside of her.  It was like 
an itch, a horrible itch within her, an itch that needed to be scratched 
but she couldn't reach herself.  It made her mad, crazy, angry; it 
drove her to the brink of tears and the edge of maniacal laughter.  
Her mind fought to find purchase, to keep its grip, but with every 
pelvic thrust she began to lose that battle.  Her teeth ground against 
each other, her lips curled into a snarl.  A low animal growl boiled up 
from some primeval part of her left behind, forgotten by evolution.

His hand left her wrist; blood flowed where once circulation had been 
cut off.  It burned, it tingled, it felt as if millions of pins were pricking 
her fingers, but at least it was something more.  His fingers ran down 
her arm, over her armpit, along her rib cage, down to her hips.  He 
found her bottom, squeezed the flesh of it hard.  The action pulled her 
cheeks apart, exposed her anus to the rasping of his pubic hair as he 
ground against her.  His shaft now reached its full thickness, 
throbbing with need.

His hand left her bottom, left her completely, and she mourned its 
loss, but only for a moment.  His hips pulled back further than they 
had before.  She could feel the head of his thing bump against her 
opening, fumbling for a target.  She stopped her movements, waited, 
waited, waited... waited for him to find home.

"OoohhhhHHHH!  OH GAWD!" Her wail filled the room as he drove in 
to the hilt.  He didn't stop, didn't wait for her to adjust, one moment 
she was empty, the next full to bursting.

The shock of him inside of her caused her mind to snap, the 
sensations too much for her to process.  Her eyes bulged and her jaw 
dropped, held open in a silent cry.  She should have felt pain, maybe 
she was, but it certainly didn't register as such.  After a moment 
which felt like a lifetime, he began to move, pulling almost all the way 
out before slamming back in.

"Omigod omigod omigod omigod!" she chanted with each tortuously 
slow out stroke, "Uhng!" with every deep thrust into her core.

He held her tightly; one arm finding its way around her chest from 
underneath, the other moving up from her waist to hold her throat just 
below her chin.  He tilted her head back until she could look past the 
top of her head and see his flushed and strained face.  Her wild eyes 
locked on his own as his shaft pounded into her over and over again.

"I'm going to fill you baby... uhhgn... real soon now... uhhgn..."

"Yesss... Yesss... Oh God!  Do it Grampa!  Do it!  I'm going to... to..."

"Wait... for me... baby... Just a... little... longer..."

"Oooo... Hurry!  I... I... I can't stop it!"

"Wait... wait for me... almost... almost..."

His fingers found her lips, pressed into her mouth, and copied the 
actions of his cock, muffling her groans. "Mmmmph... Mmmmph... 
Mmmmph..."

She sucked on his digits, savored their presence.  They filled another 
void, plugged another place where an itch had erupted.  She only 
wished it were another cock, wished he could truly penetrate her from 
both ends, wished she could feel him erupt simultaneously in mouth 
and cunny.

"Now baby!  Cum for me now!"

And she did.  His command released the flood gates, her body 
spasmed, twitching, thrashing, as pure pleasure washed over her in 
waves.  She could feel her insides clutching and relaxing, pulling on 
his shaft as it plunged into her, milking him for his promise of cum.

Soon his growls topped her own in both volume and intensity.  Fire, 
he was shooting fire into her body; cleansing jets of molten lava that 
burned away her awful itch.  The itch now satisfied, she could 
concentrate on feeling only pleasure as a second wave of bliss 
cascaded over her.

As she came down from her place in heaven, she could taste 
something metallic on her tongue, like a copper penny, only fluid.  It 
took her a moment to realize that his fingers were still hooked into her 
mouth, her teeth still biting hard into them.  She released her jaw and 
let them slip free, just as he slipped from her other lips, both leaving a 
slick trail on her skin.

He breathed raggedly into her hair, his voice filled with exhaustion.

"I love you, little one."

"I love you too, Grampa," she whispered into the dark.

In that moment she meant her words, but before sleep could finally 
claim her, the chill had returned.

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"Oh, my sweet little child... I'm so sorry..."

Sarah awoke to the sounds of her Grampa sobbing, the room still 
dark save for the red glow of the digital alarm clock. 3:00 am.

"Please forgive me... I thought you'd be safe... safer without me..."

He still lay in bed with her, still spooned against her back with his arm 
around her protectively.

"I never meant for you to live in such misery... for you to hurt so much 
inside..."

Sarah rolled over, a task made slightly difficult by the weight of the 
arm draped over her.

"I only wanted what was best... for you... for us... for... for the world..."

In the dim light thrown off by the clock she could see his face.  He 
looked pained as tears streamed out of his closed eyes to soak his 
pillow.

'He's dreaming.' Sarah watched as his eyes moved rapidly under 
their lids, 'Having a nightmare.'

"I can't bear to lose you... not like this... not when we're so close..."

She thought about waking him, but decided against it.  She wanted to 
hear what he had to say.

"I know baby... I know... you've done so much... asked for so little in 
return... The children are safe... safe as they can be... You've done 
the right thing... I know... I know baby... It was hard, but it had to be 
done..."

'Who's he talking to?' Sarah wondered.

"You have to go now... but I'll be with you soon..." He smiled in his 
sleep. "I'm so proud of you, little one... Daddy loves you, Helen... and 
I always will..."

He fell silent for a moment, his smile slowly dissolving back into a 
relaxed state.

'Mommy?  He's dreaming about Mommy?  Why's he dreaming 
about...'

"Nooooo!"

His sudden cry startled Sarah, nearly caused her to fall out of the bed 
entirely.

"She's gone!  She's gone!  My Helen is goooonnnnnne..."

His cries trailed off into deep sobs, sobs filled with so much pain, so 
much anger, so much guilt, so much loss, that Sarah found herself 
wiping tears from her own eyes.  She held him in her arms, held him 
tight, whispering soothing words.

"It's okay Grampa.  You're just having a bad dream.  I'm here, I've got 
you."

After a while his sobs transformed into snores, and soon after, Sarah 
joined him.

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The smell of too many unwashed and frightened bodies burned her 
nostrils in the cramped cargo area of the ship.  She could barely 
move because there were so many of them.  She sat in her mother's 
lap, could feel her still trembling beneath her as the ship rocked to 
and fro.  Her mother held her in place, her arms wrapped so tightly 
around her that it almost hurt.

No one was speaking, most hung their heads in exhaustion, held their 
tear streaked and dirty faces in blood spattered hands.  Aside from 
the rumble of the engines, the only sounds made were of desolate 
sobbing and the occasional cry of a baby somewhere too far for her 
to see.

Elissia broke the mournful silence, "Mommy?"

Her mother loosened her grip slightly. "Yes baby."

"Why do they hate us so much?  Why won't they just leave us 
alone?"

She felt her mother's hot tears as they dripped onto her bare 
shoulder. "I don't know, baby.  I don't know."

The ships sound system crackled to life. "Everyone hang on!  We've 
hit another blockade!"

At first Elissia was thrilled to hear her father's voice, she hadn't seen 
him since they left the colony three days ago, but when the ship really 
started to rock and the other children began to cry, all she could think 
about was being brave.

'That's what Daddy told me to do.  Be brave for Mommy.  So that's 
what I'll do.  I'll be brave.  I won't cry.'

A thunderous boom filled the room, triggering screams of terror from 
some of the refugees.

'I won't cry.  I won't cry.  I won't cry.'

More booms, more rocking.  The lights flickered wildly on and off.

'I won't cry.  I won't cry.  I won't...'

KAROOOOMB!

Sparks flew in all directions, smoke filled the air.  Red lights flashed 
as screams battled for dominance over a blaring alarm.

'I won't cry!  I won't cry!  I won't cry!'

The ship violently shuddered, sending people falling to the floor, 
slamming them into the walls with wet thuds and hard cracks.

'I WON'T CRY!  I WON'T CRY!'

KAROOOOMB!

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"AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Allen sat up in his bed, dripping 
with sweat, clutching his sheets, "Jesus fuck!"

He sat there panting, trying to catch his breath as the last few 
moments of the dream kept playing and replaying in his head.  The 
room was still dark; the auto-lights hadn't yet begun to illuminate his 
quarters.  They were set to begin at 5:45 am, fifteen minutes before 
Allen needed to be awake, so it had to be earlier than that.  A quick 
glance at the clock confirmed his assumption, 4:30 am.

'Well, there's no way in hell I'm getting back to sleep now; Might as 
well get an early start.'

His legs felt heavy as he swung them over the edge of the mattress 
and he came to his feet.

"Lights on, half illumination," He spoke to no one, but his request was 
answered by the computer.  Even at fifty percent, the lights still 
bothered his eyes.

After an extra long soak in the shower, and the biggest breakfast he 
had prepared for himself in years, he felt much better.  It was still 
early, too early for anyone else in his research team to be around, but 
he made his way to the labs anyway.

After spending the previous day tied up with Malcolm, he was sure 
that the never ending paper work would be piled high on his desk.  To 
his utter surprise, the pile left behind from yesterday ended up being 
rather light compared to most days.  His team had carried on without 
him, doing the work they were supposed to do.  All of the test animals 
were secured in their new homes, the supplies had been unpacked, 
logged in, and shelved in the proper places, and even the daily 
progress reports were filed correctly.

'Hmmmm.  I guess I should put more trust in these guys.  I have to 
stop thinking like a team member and more like a project head.  
Delegate responsibility, give feedback, push when they need to be 
pushed, then sit back and wait for results.'

Allen sat back and spun in his chair. "So what should I do while they 
do the work?"

As the chair completed its second rotation he put his feet back down 
and stood up. "MERI, I haven't tinkered with you in ages."

The MERI device was housed in its own lab attached to the 
Neurology department.  From the outside it looked like an MRI; a big 
imposing box with a tubular opening in its center, through which a 
table-like gurney could be slid, positioning the patient's head dead 
center within the tube.  Like an MRI device, most of the MERI was 
constructed out of non-metallic substances due to the powerful 
magnets used during scanning, but that's where the similarities 
ended.

MRIs are non-invasive scanners, designed to look but not touch.  The 
MERI, on the other hand, was designed to delve into a persons mind, 
translate electrical and biochemical activity into information, and then 
reproduce thoughts, dreams, and memories as a viewable format.  
Usually that format was high-definition three dimensional 
holographics, but in the past it had been video.  The process also 
worked in reverse, allowing created materials to be implanted into the 
subjects mind as if they were their own experiences.

Allen had found the MERI as an abandoned project, left over from the 
sixties.  The original designers had gotten it to work, but not very well.  It 
was Allen who dusted the old equipment off, read and re-read all of 
the research, and then discovered and corrected the mistakes.  This 
was his baby, his pride and joy.  That's why, when he entered his 
clearance code and entered the MERI lab to find his machine already 
powered up and being fed a new program, he was pissed.

"Who the fuck?  What the hell?" he sputtered and fumed as he sat 
behind the operator's console. "God damned idiots!  Who left this 
running?  I'm gonna fucking kill..."

He fell silent as his eyes scanned the computer screen and found his 
own name next to the "currently logged in" display.  A quick review of 
the data being processed into MERI transferable files almost made 
his heart stop.

"Fifty terabytes?  My God, if someone actually put that in their head 
they'd be fried beyond... UHGN!"

Sharp pain stung the side of his neck, accompanied by a hiss.  He 
knew instantly by the sound that someone had just injected him with 
something.  His muscles went weak, his eyes blurred, and then he fell 
to the floor.  By the time he hit the ground he was out cold.

"I'm sorry Dr. Reed." Dr. Paul brought his form back into the visible 
spectrum, stepped out from behind the Veil. "I need to borrow your 
machine."

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"Oh, damn it!  Eve, wake up, the alarm didn't go off," Malcolm 
grumbled as he rolled off the opposite side of the bed. "Come on, up, 
up, up!  We're late!"

Sarah pulled a pillow over her head to block out the now blazing 
lights. "But I'm not feeling good.  Can't I just stay home today?"

"Not a chance, little one." Mal stumbled as he tried to pull his pants 
on too fast. "You have your lessons today and I have to get down to 
Dr. Carson's labs to see his latest results.  I'm supposed to be 
there..." he glanced at the clock, "Eight?  I needed to be there thirty 
minutes ago!  Out of bed sleepy head.  Let's get a move on."

Sarah groaned but obeyed, though at a snail's pace.  She winced as 
she moved her legs, her privates still sore from her time with Grampa 
last night.

"Do I hafta?"

"Yes!  Now come on, you have until I'm finished checking my 
messages.  I'm sure Dr. Carson's become quite irate with me already, 
he set this meeting up over a month ago." Mal buttoned up his shirt 
and left the room for his office.  Once behind his desk he pulled his 
black socks up and slid his feet into leather shoes.  He took a deep 
breath before logging into the computer system to check his mail.

'Nothing?  Not one single message?  Not even the morning briefs?'

He checked the calendar to confirm that today was in fact the correct 
day.

'Friday, August seventeenth.  No mistake.  What's going on here?'

His fingers began to race over the keyboard, searching for some 
answers.

ACCESS DENIED

"What?" He tried again but received the same results.

ACCESS DENIED

"Shit." He stood up and began to pace back and forth, his mind racing 
and his heart thumping. "Shit, shit, shit.  Think, Malcolm, think.  If 
they're coming, what will be their next move?"

His thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on the office door.

'Oh fuck.  Not yet, we're not ready yet.' Mal ran back into his living 
quarters. "Eve!  Get to your room, NOW!"

She shuffled out of his room, scratching her scalp through a tangled 
mess of blond bed-head. "What did I do?"

"Nothing, just, don't argue.  Get in, and, and then wait for me, okay?"

"Why are you yelling?"

"Just do as I ask.  Get in, close the door and don't let anyone in 
except for me."

"Kay." Another round of pounding stopped her in her tracks but a 
glare from Malcolm got her moving again.

When her door closed Mal returned to his office and the loud 
banging.  This time it was accompanied by a voice.

"Dr. Whelan?  I need to speak to you urgently."

Mal moved to the door but didn't unlock it. "What's going on?"

The voice sounded relieved. "Thank God, I thought I was too late.  
Sir, Mr. Reynolds gave explicit orders that in the event of a possible 
change of leadership, I am to escort you and your granddaughter 
safely out of the building."

Mal still didn't trust the man outside. "Did he tell you anything else?"

"Yes Sir.  He said to say that everything happens for a reason."

Mal nearly collapsed with relief, Jon had pulled through yet again. 
"Hold on, I'm opening the door."

After typing in the lock-out code the door slid open and the security 
guard rushed inside.  He was nervous, his face blanched white and 
dripping with sweat.

"Sir, there isn't much time.  They already have control of the Sec-
Com Station, which means they know that I'm here.  We have to get 
moving."

Mal closed the door behind the man before rushing to the door 
leading into his home. "Eve!  It's safe, come out!"

Her door opened immediately and she eyed the security guard warily. 
"What's going on?"

"Trouble, Eve, trouble.  This is a friend of your Uncle Jon.  He's going 
to help us." Mal pulled her close and then asked the guard, "What 
now?"

"We have to get to the elevators at the end of this hallway.  Jon set 
up a back-door program to cancel out the security lock-downs." The 
man opened the door just wide enough for himself and peeked out in 
either direction. "He gave me the password..."

His body gave a slight jerk as his sentence abruptly ended.  For a 
moment he stood there, frozen in place, before tumbling to the 
ground in a heap.

"Oh God, no!" Mal pushed Eve back into their quarters, but not before 
she saw the reason why the man had fallen.  Nearly half of his face 
was missing, burned away by a blast of plasma.  What had been 
contained by skin and skull was now exposed in gruesome detail.

"AIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!"

Her high pitched scream rang out before Mal could cover her mouth 
with his hand.  His first thought was to pull the man's body into his 
office to clear the doors but there was no time, "Back inside, quick!"

Once back in the living room, he closed the doors to his office and 
locked them.

"Computer!" he called while rushing into the kitchen. "Run program 
'Hadrian's Wall'."

At his command the computer system severed itself from the main 
server and began to run independently.  It took control of all the 
home's environmental systems and activated a series of firewalls and 
anti-intrusion software to protect itself.  The air ducts sealed with a 
clang, blocking any airborne attacks.  No one would be getting inside 
anytime soon, at least not without a hell of a lot of cutting.

Eve stood in place shaking, the horror of what she had just witnessed 
too much to deal with.  Her eyes followed the wild antics of her 
Grampa as he returned from the kitchen, a sharpened chef's knife in 
his left hand.  To her disbelief she watched as he grabbed the blade 
with his right hand and pulled, slicing his palm wide open.

"Grampa, no!  What are you doing?"

"Not now Eve." He sucked in air through clenched teeth as the blade 
finished its work.  He stepped to the closed doors, the only way into 
or out of their quarters, and slapped his open wound against them, 
spattering blood in all directions.  He pulled his dripping hand away 
from the white doors leaving a vermilion hand print behind in stark 
contrast.

"Shinquala neestrium."

A violet flash, as if someone had just snapped a Polaroid, blinded 
Sarah as she stared at the bloody door.  Lines of crimson spread out 
in all directions from the hand.  Swirling, curving, beautiful calligraphy 
appeared within a spider's web of intricate designs.

"Good." Malcolm tore a sleeve from his shirt and wrapped it around 
his hand, stemming the flow of blood. "I was afraid the lines were too 
old, but it looks like the spell is going to hold."

"What is it?" Sarah found her voice, though quavering and quiet.

"A spell to keep them out a little while longer, I hope.  If they try to 
bypass the locks or cut their way in, that spell will keep the doors 
closed, unless they use a counter spell, but I doubt they will."

Sarah ran to her Grampa, leapt into his arms and held on tight. 
"What's going on?"

"They're coming, little one."

"Who?  Who's coming?"

"Bad men.  They want to take you away, but I'm not going to let that 
happen."

"Why?" she sobbed, "Why me?"

Mal kissed her head and hugged her close. "They want you because 
you are special, because one day you will save us all.

"I don't want to be special; I just want to go home."

"I know baby, I know.  I thought I could protect you here, keep you 
safe from them, keep you hidden until you were ready.  Now it looks 
like I was wrong.  I'm sorry, Sarah."

At first his using her real name went right over her head, but then it hit 
her like a ton of bricks. "You, you know?"

"Yes little one."

"But... how?"

"I knew you were up to something these last few days, but I didn't 
know what exactly.  I had a feeling you were somehow different 
yesterday when Allen and I came back here to talk, but I wasn't 
positive until last night, when we... when we made love."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"What could I have said?  I took you away from everything that you 
knew and loved.  I wiped away all traces of who you were.  I made 
you do things that normal eleven year olds don't do.  I just assumed 
that you hated me, and you would have had good reason to do so."

Sarah gripped him tighter.  He was right.  Well, almost.  She had 
hated him, hated him more than she had hated anyone before, but 
things were different now.  Eve hadn't been eradicated, she'd been 
integrated.  She was a part of Sarah, and that part still loved her 
Grampa, despite the things he'd done.  The Sarah part of her had 
softened as well.  Listening to him as his heart broke while sleeping, 
his pleas for forgiveness, and his pitiful moans full of deep pain, all 
had turned her in some way.  Now, as he held her trembling body in 
his arms, she felt safe.  He really was trying to protect her as Dr. Paul 
had tried to explain.  He wasn't her enemy, the people outside the 
door were.

"Grampa, I don't ha..."

KREEEENNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!

The scream of metal and the smell of acrid smoke filled the room.  
Already, several areas of the door glowed orange as the men on the 
other side used plasma cutters to make a new way in.  They were 
coming, and nothing was going to stop them.



Continued in Chapter Sixteen....


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