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Author’s note: This one is quite dark, and a little rough. Reader discretion is advised. For some reason, I wanted to try it in second-person perspective. We’ll all just have to see how it goes.

You make your way to room inside a concrete bunker, having been checked, rechecked, searched, stripped, hosed and put into a hazmat suit. You wait while a door slides open, letting you into a small chamber. After the door behind you closes, the door in front of you opens, and you can see into a room.

In the middle of the room is a girl.

She is naked, Lust personified. A wet dream come to life.Wanton appetite desperate for physicial attention.

You start to head toward her, and suddenly, you feel a shock running through your body.

“Sorry about that. Its a defence mechanism to keep the orderlies from touching the patient.” A voice says over an intercom.

You watch her for a moment, and then turn, and leave the room.

Later, you are talking with the man whose voice you heard over the intercom.

“Strange case.” You say.

“Yes. We think she produces a pheromone that makes her almost irresistible to anyone who comes too close. And the effect isnt just on men, either. We tried having females look after her, but they fell under her spell almost as quickly as the men did. Finally, we had to install the shock plate to protect her.”

“Interesting.” You say.

“And that’s not all. She has some kind of healing factor we cannot even begin to explain. She tried to commit suicide with a sharp edge of a mirror, and the cut healed before she was finished making the stroke. “

“Remarkable.”

“And that’s still not the weirdest thing. We ran her fingerprints when we found her, and they came back as a man’s.”

“Oh? Whose, if I may ask.” You say.

“Name was Alan Jenkins. According to our records, he was 35 years old, and the reason his prints where in the system was because he’d been accused of raping young kids. The last victim was a boy, and he was found half beat to death.”

“How could he go from that to being the ... creature in that room?” you ask.

“Dam if we know. He was given bail at his trial, and skipped. No one saw or heard anything more about him until we found this woman with his fingerprints.”

Soon, you leave the facility, and once outside, you allow a smile to cross your face. Then your body changes, and soon you look like a woman with wings and sharp claws for hands. You recall the prayer for vengeance from the bloody mouth of a girl who happened to look like a boy. Somehow, her need breached the barrier between where you were and this world, and you found yourself answering her call.

You resolved to go visit her in the hospital, and show her what has become of her attacker, and you hope she will be pleased with the results. Originally, you planned to return to the place you came from after you fulfilled this prayer, but now that you are here, you can hear all around you the cries of the innocent seeking vengeance.

You think to yourself, “obviously there is still a lot of work to do.”