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// A New Host 
// Story: Trapped 
// by Gylden Glor 
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	Blood.
So much blood.
Everywhere, and on everything.
It's disgusting, really.
I don't like blood. So sticky, so...
Messy.
I prefer to have it clean. However, my Creation failed to do that. It made too much blood. Blood that now sticks and seeps and flows.
But I will be more careful. I always have been, and always will be. Even as I reach out, I know that I'm careful.
And not because I can be Caught. I just don't like blood.
But now, I must be careful not to be Caught.
For I once had It collecting my pain for me. However, now that It is gone, its heart absorbed by that pesky being that created this world, I cannot get my pain except for directly taking it.
And now, I must be careful not to be Caught, as I dive into the organism, going down to the hollow recesses of its being, its entire hollow being.
Thanks to what the one that created this world called Grendel, I can now have a vessel. While I would prefer to not need a vessel and have a syringe for my pain, I must now get it myself, and my new vessel is waiting for me, sleeping and eager to have me fill the space where its soul once was.
And as I settle down, furling up my dark wings of the night, the new body senses me, and asks me a question in it sleep.
Why, little one, I am your new friend. But I must go now. I won't leave you, but I won't be with you, either. I will be deep within you. And when the time is right, I shall come forth, my little being.
And none shall know except the ones you find for me.
Don't worry, it will be in harmless playtime. But you will not have that playtime until all is ready.
And now, we wait to hatch from our shell, our confinement irresistibly tempting for breakage.
And now, we hatch, and my new friend sees that which it recognizes from its last life.
Go, little one, enjoy yourself while you can. Enjoy your innocent life without violence.
And, when the time is right...
I'll be waiting.