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The Brood

Mutated flesh-eaters descended from an alien abomination. They hungry.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nemo

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The Brood

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Once an atrocious mass of collig cells from the Calix abomination, Cro, the Brood was slowly exposed to various toxins and wastes; mutating, evolving and reproducing into a horde of separate entities. Like the host from whence it was spawned, the Brood feeds on the negative hormones of other sentient beings... but unlike Cro, it's mutations have stripped it of the mollin enzyme required for collecting its meal. Rather, the Brood takes a violent, physical approach to feeding; literally ripping into their victims and bathing their cells with the blood of their prey, absorbing the hormones.

Although inhumanly strong and fearsome, the Brood possesses little intelligence beyond primal instinct. Dumb, loud and relatively slow, the Brood aren't the hardest things in the world to kill from a distance. Just make sure you obliterate the pieces afterwards... wouldn't want those bastards to re-assimilate themselves. Up close and personal though, the Brood are a formidable opponent, having been known to smash through the hulls of tanks. Nonetheless the Brood triumph through strength of numbers, often creating nests in massacred towns or cities. Unfortunately for the residents of Wing City, the gruesome monsters have just chosen their next target...

So begins...

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A low, feral growl rumbled somewhere outside the bar; the sound bearing more resemblence to the cold hum of a machine then the glutted speech of a wild-beast. The scraping of living-lead across dusty floorboards followed as a single creature entered the bar; its dumb gaze flitting randomly about the establishment.

It appeared like a man at first sight. Two arms, two legs... something of a head between it all. Its movement were slow and laggard; its walk drunken and wild.

And yet, upon closer inspection, it became painfully clear that whatever this thing was NOT human. No clothes adorned his haggard frame, but rather, his skin melted over his body like sap from a dying tree, coating his miserable physique in some toxic slime. His eyes were fearfully bright, lusting after everything they saw, devoid of all intelligence or emotion beyond primal instinct.

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But perhaps the most disturbing thing about such an atrocity was its sick calling... warbling ceasessly in some corrupted tongue... wedged somewhere between an industrial whine and a ferocious roar.

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The Brood looked numbly over at Tommy, the bloody flap of skin under his face that acted as a jaw hanging loosely over his neck. It made no intention of aggression. No warning of attack.

Lunging forward, the creature swung a lazy limb at the doctor. Although the attack appeared slow and useless, the blow packed enough force to shatter clean through one of the many re-enforced tables at the establishment.

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The Brood never stopped, even as the young doctor took aim at him. It bounded forward with unintelligent leaps, letting loose another blood-curling cry as it lunged for Tommy's throat.

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The shots connected, bits of the creature's flesh from its deformed head spraying out in a slimy mist and spattering the nearby wall. The creature staggered back for a moment, two gaping holes evident in its head... before continuing forward, undaunted. Perhaps even a little bit faster. Clutching at a nearby chair, the beast threw the furniture at Tommy with a grunt, determined to strike the doctor from afar.

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Once again, all three shots connected, bits of flesh from the creatures torso flying in evert direction. For a moment, it stood there motionlessly; practically split in half at this point.

Then all at once, the slimy skin covering its haggard body began to move... oozing over the gaping holes, repairing all the damage done to its physique in a matter of seconds. The creature looked as if it hadn't been hit at all.

Looking towards the downed Tommy, the beast once again lumbered toward the unfortunate doctor.

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The Brood made another ferocious noise, his monstrous voice ringing out in cold horror. The creature lunged at Tommy's ankle with a rutheless, determined to drag the poor doctor into the open floor. What would happen after that was nothing beyond the imagination. It was hungry... oh-so very hungry. It didn't care who this person was or what he had done. All it knew was it was full of fear... so very full of fear. Anything that knew fear was its prey.

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The Brood received all three shots to the chest once again, perhaps delaying his action for a short bit before the holes in his body repaired themselves as they had before. Snarling at the doctor beneath him, the monster raised a merciless limb above his head, determined to end the fight once and for all... until Luki assailed through the window in all his glory.

The zombie monster landed on the ground, Luki on top of him. Unfortunately for the young man... he was very close to the monster. Exactly where the beast wanted him. Reaching out, the creature attempted to grip Luki's nearby wrists, trying to break the bone beneath the skin of his arms in one fluid touch.

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The Brood stared dumbly at the flashing lights of the police outside the bar before turning from them all-together. There was nothing for him in the officers beyond the establishment. Testosterone... dopamine... adrenaline... but not much fear. Not much anger. Not like there was in the young doctor at his feet. He'd make a fine meal, that one.

Fortunately, the shots from Tommy's pistol delayed the creature a bit. Once again, the bullets spattered against his figure... slimy bits of oozing flesh spraying in every direction.

And once again, the creature repaired the damage in little-to-no time... lumbering after Tommy in determined rage.

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The Brood had just enough to look up at the waiting officers, perhaps the glinting of fear evident in his feral gaze... before he was obliterated. Round of round of explosive frags slammed into his oozing body before erupting in a bright flash. Chunks of slime flew in all directions, the creature's upper and lower body seperated entirely. When it was over, only his legs remained... still standing on the floorboards as if they had been nailed there. The fight looked over.

...but it wasn't.

Like something out of a movie, the dismembered body-parts began to shake. Slowly but surely, the solidified bits began to melt into a primal ooze... before they slithered into action. Like snakes they crawled across the floor, wiggling and waggling as maggots towards the police not far away. They would attempt to assault the officers, the individual puddles of slime throwing themselves into their faces as they would try and force their way into the officer's mouths and brains, killing them.

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Some of the slugs connected with the oozing puddles, the sickly masses shattering into a thousand droplets at the impact of the lead. Those that were hit did not move again.

But for those that met with the officers, the poor gunmen would meet with an unfortunate fate. The masses of collig swarmed into their systems... crushing their brains in their skulls before moving down to their hearts. Bathing in the blood of the officers, the collig puddles drew deep of the negative hormones evident in the men's blood-stream. This was their food. Their sustanence. The monsters drew deep of it and became strong again.

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From a nearby ventilation grate, something hissed and bubbled. A glob of strange, inky goo dropped from the vent, plopping over a nearby table.

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The goo stewed about on the table for a short bit; mucky and thick as fine ink. It bubbled about on the wood, rolling this way and that as if it wasn't sure which way it wanted to go.

Presently, a young patron approached the glob of glutted mystery. "What the hell is that thing?" he made a face, looking up at the vent it'd come through, "damn, the management really needs to clean out the-AAUUUUGHHHH!!"

Moving with unprecedented speed, the goo launched out and attached itself to the man's shoulder. The poor boy spun wheeled back, gripping at the gunk and crying as loud as he could. "HELP! HELP! IT'S EATING MY FUCKING ARM! AHHHGHH!!"

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"OH MY GOD IT'S FUCKING AWFUL!" the boy screamed. Anyone watching him would have realized that he'd have gone very pale. His fingers trembled as they clutched at the muck. He struggled to breathe.

But with no help immediately rendered to the patron, he collapsed to the ground, fainted on account of blood loss. The goo, now nearly five times as big as it was before, removed itself from its host. A gaping hole was now where his shoulder would have been; the stringy flesh sucked of all sustenance.

Slowly, the goo began to build itself up, piling gallons of its substance into a small mountain before it began to mold out arms, legs and a head for itself, emitting a series of disgusting, glutted sloshing noises as it did so.

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The goo assimilated itself into the figure of a man, turning to face his respective audience. The dark, menacing glare of the ink-covered monster was devoid of all intelligence; his practically non-existent mind possessed with the most primal of all bestial instincts: eat. Eat everything.

But as it took a step forward, it was suddenly assaulted by the Invictus trooper. A powered fist slammed into the brood's chest, a small explosion of energy following quickly after. A large crater quickly formed in the beast's torso, flecks of slime soaring out from the blast and likely spattering on any bystanders, including Vesti, Simon, Isaac and Rolak.

The beast itself roared in pain, but otherwise appeared none the worse for wear. Acting quickly, it attempted to knit itself back together, aiming to fold its torso back over Chemo's fist before he had time to retract it. With his other two hands, he reached out to envelope the man in a daunting bear-hug. If any of the monster's gunk came into contact with the Invictus' skin, he would feel it tearing into his flesh almost immediately. The more Chemo felt emotions akin to fear, terror, anger or rage, the faster the creature would drain his life-force.

The boy, meanwhile, continued to lay still and pale. Any flecks of ink that spattered on his body quickly removed themselves from him.

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The creature quickly lost both its head and its arms as the Invictus laid down their barrage. With nothing left but a torso and leg, the brood literally attempted to wrap itself around Chemo, enveloping the soldier in a thick blanket of its sustenance, particularly around the face. The warrior would feel himself being increasingly weakened as the parasite drew from the man's feelings of fear and distress, literally using his own emotions as fuel.

Whatever gunk had landed on Vesti would indeed begin to tear into her flesh despite her best efforts to remove the stuff. Preying on her feelings of fear and disgust, the slime began to grow larger, all the while making Vesti weaker and weaker. The same could be said of Isaac and Simon. Although the child had managed to remove the worst of it, there was still a good chunk burrowing into his arms, sucking his life-force out of his body like a leech.

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Chemo's attacked worked perfectly. Ropes of hissing gunk whipped off of the soldier in a frenzy, and as many of them hit the ground, they shriveled and died. Killed for good. Unfortunately, many had survived the strike, and would likely find themselves on new hosts, namely Taco and Preston.

The other brood that were leeching off of Simon, Vesti and Isaac continued to fester and grow. It seemed that no matter how much of the gunk they managed to scrape off, there was always twice as much leftover. The brood was eating; literally feeding itself off of the negative emotions spiraling about in its victims. Fear. Horror. Disgust. Anger. All of these things were the sustenance of the brood, and the bar was ripe with it. Perhaps the only one who would have any real luck in removing the parasite was Isaac. Although undoubtedly afraid, there was a considerable courage evident in the young boy's heart, coupled with compassion. That bravery and strength was like a muzzle for the snarling parasites, quartering off their feeding grounds and suppressing their beloved hormones. For Isaac, the goo would only grow half as fast, perhaps allowing him to remove all of it successfully. Despite this, he would have some serious wounds.

But with the combined meals of three people, the brood had grown quite a bit. Already three more mountains were growing, seeking to assimilate themselves back into a humanoid state. The infestation was growing rapidly...

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Lightning arched through three new brood bodies. One of them fell to the ground with a screech, still and un-moving. The other two managed to find the energy to repair their bodies, looking onward at Rolak with a fierce hunger. The dark side of the force resonated in this one. Anger. Spite. Arrogance. Such a delicious medley of dark emotion. If the brood could reach him, he would make a fine meal.

The two remaining brood stepped towards each other, colliding into one another and meshing together. Whatever clumps of collig were still on the near-dead Vesti and Simon quickly retreated, rolling off of their hosts to join the main hub in the center of the room. It grew monstrously, bubbling and roaring it grew to fantastic heights. Venomous spines piked out of its body, knotted muscles of twine and inky cord formed across its arms and chest. It looked towards the sith lord and released a horrifying roar...

And then the Invictus launched their attack.

The brood titan had just enough time to look over its shoulder before it was imploded under the force of three combined energy attacks. A flash of blinding light ensued... and the next moment, there was nothing left of the beast but its guts. And those were on the wall.

Unlike before, the goo did not move or attempt to attack others. It lay still, fizzling and drying up. It seemed the monster had been defeated for good.

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The Brood did not come discretely, nor did they make any efforts to assume a level of stealth. In terms of intelligence, they were perhaps just one step above a traditional zombie, hardly capable of coordinating strategic assaults or planning their attacks. They were, however, capable of learning... at least, on a basic level. "Plans" that failed were discarded for future operations. Things that worked kept. And thus far, the most effective plan the Brood had ever managed in any one of their numerous city raids remained the simplest: pick the most crowded part of the city and eat. And eat. And eat eat eat eat.

It began in the sewers, the manholes dotting the streets seething out a mucky black substance. Several pedestrians looked onward with disgust.

"Good lord, are the sewers backed up again?" a woman held her nose, "I thought the Saiyan all-you-can-eat buffet was next Tuesday..."

"I dunno'..." a nearby man narrowed his eyes, "that don't look like any shit I'VE ever-"

It was then that the manhole suddenly burst out of the street, a fountain of inky black goo exploding from the sewer just beneath the asphalt. As people ran and screamed, the ocean of muck pooled into the streets, gathering themselves into individual clusters and erecting themselves into somewhat humanoid figures. The plaza was naturally in a frenzy, pedestrians and workers flitting this way and that.

"What the hell's going on?"

"Are those things alive?!"

"Everybody! Look! Monsters are coming out of the sewers!"

"A necromancer must be possessing HUMAN SHIT!!"

"SOMEONE CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!!"

They went on and on like that. The globs continued to build, a sickly churning of glutenous venom in the midst of the plaza. Who could say what would happen when they had formed themselves completely...

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The monsters glooped and globbed, stickled and splucked... writhing in humanoid pillars of inky agony. One of them at last seemed to achieve the form it desired: a head, torso, two arms and two legs. The monster's "face" had no eyes or nose, and was dominated almost entirely by its mouth: a gooey mess of fang and muck. It roared, a sickly, cancerous sound, before bounding towards a woman near Cinaed, its menacing hands outstretched. The girl only screamed, frozen in terror...

Three other newly-formed Brood wretchers were busy cornering a small squad of construction workers into a nearby building. The men raised wrenches and hammers to defend themselves, but they were shaking in fear...

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The manhole cover tore into the monsters with uncanny precision, literally cleaving the beasts in half. Their legs remained stuck to the street, their upper bodies writhing on the asphalt. The third was unable to defend himself against Vegi's swift assault, his head flying ten meters in the opposite direction.

The construction workers siezed their chance. "Thank you, Militiaman!" They breathed deeply, sprinting away from the trouble.

...unfortunately, the trouble was just beginning. Those two Brood monsters that Vegi had torn in half were quickly re-assimilating themselves into monstrous puddles, and the third that he had beheaded seemed none the worse for wear. They had been stunned momentarily, perhaps, but not killed. The third monster, the one closest to Vegi, lashed out at the Saiyan, attempting to grip the Militiaman's arms with his inky fists. Fingers like razors pressed into his skin, attempting to draw blood.

Two lanes of traffic away, the dismembered head was slowly crawling back to its body...

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The Brood wretch near Cinaed, now a titan, roared in agony as flames seared up his body. Clumps of charred collig ripped off its frame in a frenzy, his size diminishing slowly... but Cynthia's pain had been ripe and deep, her sorrows heartbreaking, her fear palpable... the brute bathed in her innocent blood, drinking deep of her life essence, becoming strong...

It took a step forward, slamming an inky foot into the asphalt, roaring in challenge against Cinaed even as a chunk of its face fell off, burned. Roughly twelve feet tall now and built like a truck, it was certainly a daunting creature...

Vegeshin was having luck with the Yoki strikes, downing two of the advancing monsters as they approached, their frames incinerated immediately. Another four went down to his whips, their bodies burning shortly afterwards. Whatever small portion of the beasts' frames that didn't die quickly pooled together to form new bodies... only to be cut down once more. Nearly a dozen more went down. Vegeshin was unstoppable.

...unfortunately, he might not have noticed the small remnant of goo that had remained on his wrist after he'd launched that close-quarter Brood wretch fifty feet across the highway. He might not have noticed as the mass of cells honed itself from where it lay on its body... sharpening and tempering its form again and again until it had crafted itself into a perfect needle, sharp enough to break diamond.

Vegeshin might not have noticed any of this until the point jammed into his arm, perhaps piercing the Saiyan's toughened flesh.

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The Brood titan staggered back, its body enveloped in a raging torrent of flame. Several other Brood minions that had taken up positions beside it quickly collapsed, unable to stand the sweltering heat. Still standing, the titan staggered forward even as clumps of its body melted into the ground, swinging a massive, superheated arm at Cinaed, attempting to crush him. He managed this just as one of his legs gave out, the enormous mass of cells crying out in agony as they suffocated under the unbearable heat...

As for Vegeshin, the small contamination of collig cells would begin to grow just as the Saiyan began to feel fear. They only had a short time to expand, however, before the Saiyan literally wounded himself, cauterizing the wound and killing the cells inside. The Militiaman had saved himself from contamination.

In the distance, three more manhole covers exploded, new fountains of black goo spurting into the streets. There was no stopping these things...

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Vegeshin's plan was working, the monsters beating against the welded manhole covers hopelessly. Without the outside world to feed their bodies, they didn't have the strength to break through the street. Other Brood monsters continued to approach Cinaed, inky limbs extended towards the phoenix-born...