A carrion story

Freedom in a World of Men

Upon wondering the flickering lights of the far away city, the black carrion pondered whether exploring this new world or going to the human society. The thoughts of being in war against C.C.C. wasn't an alluring idea, those ancients worms had already been scarred by men once before - with this in mind the creature decided to wander off in the desert, moving and hunting at night and staying put under the sand during day. They blackened worms knew a similar entity to theirs was somewhere in that world as they could detect some faint electric waves in the air from time to time.

They kept exploring this world crawling from deserts to jungles to grassy plains, avoiding civilization and feeding on critters and animals - after a long time, they came face to face with three guys of some southern mafia beating a poor woman to death who didn't generate any more profits, she had a son and that was her life. The son was watching hidden in a closet, in the very closet there was a crevice giving enough space for the creature to have crawled in. As soon as the poor child screamed, because something squishy was around his foot, the three armed men found the little child... and something else that in a whipping move minced their meat and the remaining tentacles absorbed to their body center all that remained. When the small child cried over her mother's body, all of the black wormy mass remembered their first feeding on a man, remembered the happy memories and naive thoughts of a clumsy technician. The amorphous mass took form once again and looked like the once Mr Wurm. The child laid there watching speechless the transformation from black amorphous mass to a middle aged, brown man with short curly hair. Mr Wurm took the child hand and took him with them, they said their name was Wurm, and that they would call him Stil.

The small child grew to be a boy, moving from wilderness to towns, learning by stealing books from libraries, and food was always on the plate, as when Wurm went to hunt, Stil knew the sharp and squishy tentacles going out of Wurm skin were not match to anything. They became friends and traveled the world together, from the two Acameri's territories to the olden Uroepe to the eastern territories of Iasa. Stil kept the secret of their protector and they grew fond of each other. Wurm sent him to a famous genetic school in the heart of the Irfaca's land, Stil was curious and was a righteous young man who wanted to correct the many injustices in the world. His studies were paid by Wurm, they devoured and robbed many rich and powerful middle-directors of Cell Creators Corp. Once at the genetic school, Wurm and Stil waved each other goodbye - they would come to visit, nevertheless ancient worms and the young boy had different paths and the young boy needed to live in the society to which he belonged.

The enormous Corporation and their board directors, based in the northern Acameri, knew something was moving, gathering information and staying as low as possible. They had a hunch it could be the missing amorphous being, escaped year and years ago. Nothing could be done. All the attacks were accomplished randomly around the world... At least they knew the position of one creature.

The red carrion, moving with unbelievable speed that huge and amorphous mass of bloody worms, went straight to the city from where they resurfaced. As soon as they reached the city, after having eaten casual passerby's the night after, they decided to change skin. On the city screen there was the picture of the man them worm possessed when they broke out. They decided to take the look of the last person who fell under their mouths: a young short girl with dark long straight hair. The mass of red worms, meat and bones was now Wang, a student - and thanks to the memories of these urban victims and a few belongings, the new Wang was now heading to another northern city in the Acamerian territory on a long distance bus. This Wang had a loving family back there and looked forward to graduate as a doctor, some of this notions made the red carrion aware of the unity, fondness and good that there was in the human society - until then, the mass of worms almost only experienced violence, strict rules and the do-anything-to-get-what-you-want attitude within the Cell Creators Corp. hierarchy.

In their new and cold big city, the mass of worms tried to look for a normal life as Wang, they worked at a center for homeless people in the suburbs and lived in an abandoned warehouse by the docks, their job was preparing food and beds, all was donated by the wealthiest - some of them were Cell Creators Corp. big shots trying to look good for the public. The red carrion could not understand how the human society split themselves in so many classes, where some people believed to be better than others. Sure thing in some countries there were kings and in others republics, nevertheless republics were more oligarchies, were people had the feeling of choosing. In their neurological system, they knew that those who were serving millions of other ones, should not be after power, but be humble... it was a lost cause, humans went after what shined more the soon the better. Such a good brain and barely used. Ignorance was a bliss and they had to trust in something that made them feel better, at least have a feeling of control. The mass of worms in that small body continued feeding on people - but they started to be picky, they slaughtered only men that weren't complying with their idea of humans-must-help-each-other-and-not-lying-to-themselves. With the passing years the red worms befriended the many homeless people living in the old building, always caring for them, chit-chatting and having long dialogues - the red carrion wanted to know more from these living creatures, feeding on them did not satiate their curiosity. The carrion never revealed their identity to anyone, used parts of former Wang story to stay hidden and kept living in the now refurnished warehouse - just in case someone knocked by, it was weird enough Wang didn't age, even though she could be one of those who tested experimental drugs from Cell Creators Corp. In the meantime, the mass of meat and bones was always growing and to avoid raising any suspicion, Wang deposited their mass of worm infested meats in crevices walking for miles in the city in the sewers below - ever careful, in case some city worker had to be down there. With many other years passing by, the docks sea waters started to change color to a yellow-ish fluid that caught the attention of the local television. Those big docks were checked thoroughly by the local police at first and Cell Creators Corp.personnel shortly followed... men did so much to save their different nations traditions and fake governments, and then such a big and relentless corporation raised from nothing thanks to their greed and their capability to turn away from things that made them feel uncomfortable. It was almost well deserved. Wang had to move away from the docks, it was too much a risk, so decided to go living among the homeless in the city suburb charity building were them worms worked in the last decades. They became more careful, but from time to time a nosy homeless would follow them in manholes. All of them were added to create more hives even deeper below the city. One day Wang were caught red-handed by two drunkards who went through some useless war, when the short girl began oozing their red-ish mass to absorb a recently killed scammer-realtor. Both of them watched the scene with no fear, but waiting their turn to be killed, the red carrion spared their life, and saying thank you to an untold vote of silence - them worms liked these two humans and at the same time was growing bored of being alone. Maybe they would turn them over to the police... or to Cell Creators Corp. for some money - maybe they could really be trustworthy, these two were always complaining that the more you steal, the more you look respectable in this city. One wanted money.