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Her sister, Cynthia, blocked the door, strangely unfazed by the attack on Eva, a smirk on her face instead. Feeling pissed, I charged at her with my fist held high. “Get out of ma’ office!” I screamed.

In a blur of movement, the hooded girl leaned forward, slapping away my hand, then reached out to wrap around my neck. She spun me around, dodging my attack while slamming my head towards the wall.

I cried out, more in shock at being tossed around like a rag-doll. In a fluid motion, Cynthia had twisted my arm behind my back, and forced me down to the floor. Her vice-grip on my neck a warning against any sudden movement.

“Now, that wasn’t nice, was it?”, Eva’s cheerful voice rang clearly, without a hint of pain. I twisted around to look at her, and felt a chill down my spine as Eva just smiled back at me, the pen embedded nearly an inch into her cheek.

“She seems to have some mental resistance, would that make her a good Drone?” Eva asked, slowly grasping the pen at her face. Resistance? Drone? The terms made no sense to me, blood pounding in my ears as I began to panic.

“Yes,” Cynthia answered lightly behind me, making me strained to hear her, “Once turned, she’ll have some resistance against Tylix, and she’ll tell us everything she knows as well.”

“Oh, great!” Eva exclaimed, pulling out the pen with a … plop?, snapping it in two effortlessly, “Two birds with one stone!”

What happened next was straight out from a horror movie: The wound where pen came out flowed red and wriggled, like a red worm. Eva’s visage began to “melt”, her skin flowing off like wax, revealing smooth red flesh beneath. Elsewhere, white goo began to flow, around her hair, arms and torso.

I could only stare wordlessly as she transformed before my very eyes.