there was something in sperm that could induce labor. I didn't want to, but she,” he hesitated, “she persuaded me.”
“Then?”
“The sac must have burst; she was on top of me, her hands on my chest, eyes closed. Then the sac must have reacted in some way, perhaps the movement, perhaps it was my sperm, I don't know for sure. But the sac must have opened anyway; I think I heard it pop. She opened her eyes and a look of joyful surprise spread across her face, she must have thought it was the start of labour. At first there was a happy glint in her eye but it was rapidly followed by one of pain, then one of sheer terror. She stayed on top of me at the whole time; I lay beneath her and watched helplessly as they ate their way out of her. There was a torrent of them spilling out of her stomach onto my belly. Her blood sprayed all over me and all over the wall. The noise they made, the scurrying of their feet was awful. God, I screamed and screamed and finally I managed to throw her off. She was dead by then, but they just kept on coming. They were crawling all over her at one point, and then almost as one, they scurried out. They must have smelled Sally I suppose, saw her as some sort of threat, or just a source of food.”
“And you?”
“I did nothing, they left me alone for some reason, I can't remember much more, Sally’s screams, the noise, the eating sounds, the blood dripping. The next thing I knew I was here in this room.”
“So you murdered her, you let her get pregnant, and you let it continue to completion, even though it clearly was not normal, even though it was clearly dangerous for her. And now, we have a few hundred hungry angry little Man-Insects crawling around the city. Man-Insects which I will no doubt spend the next few years clearing up after.”
Steven looked at him, silent, the arrogance with had surfaced a few minutes ago had now gone, he looked hollow and empty.
“What happens to me now?” he said dejectedly, all the fight had gone out of him.
“Not sure,” Elroy said, standing, “for now, I think I'll leave you and junior to get to know each other. Your days as a superhero are over for sure. But I think we can find a use for a man of your abilities, that pheromone thing certainly sounds interesting.”
“What happens to him now?” Francine asked, she and Elroy were back in the viewing room; she had stayed for the interview and had heard everything Steven had said. “There are definite sociopathic tendencies there, we can't let him go free you know that don't you.”
“He's a nasty little shit if you ask me,” Elroy said, “but he could be useful to us, test him, and see if you can work out how his powers actually work. See if we can recreate that serum? Then dissect the bastard, preferably while he's still awake. I want everything we can get from him. Opportunities like this don't come along that often, for a start that web of his would be invaluable, if we can manufacture it in any quantity”
“Ok,” Francine looked back at Steven through the window, “shame really, I always liked him, I thought he was one of the best, but obviously not. Anyway boss, something else has cropped up while you were in there. I'm afraid you're needed in the field again. We've got another of those face ripper murders, the 12th this year, and the chief wants you on it as soon as possible. I'll deal with lover boy in there.”
Chapter 4 - Stanley gets very drunk
Stanley was more than a little drunk. It was not really surprising, in the last week he'd had to cope with Susie's funeral, going back to work, as well as hours and hours of frustrating meetings with the police.
Stanley called them meetings, they were really just periods of time when he shouted at the police officers. Police officers who seemed incapable of and even unwilling to help him.
“Then?”
“The sac must have burst; she was on top of me, her hands on my chest, eyes closed. Then the sac must have reacted in some way, perhaps the movement, perhaps it was my sperm, I don't know for sure. But the sac must have opened anyway; I think I heard it pop. She opened her eyes and a look of joyful surprise spread across her face, she must have thought it was the start of labour. At first there was a happy glint in her eye but it was rapidly followed by one of pain, then one of sheer terror. She stayed on top of me at the whole time; I lay beneath her and watched helplessly as they ate their way out of her. There was a torrent of them spilling out of her stomach onto my belly. Her blood sprayed all over me and all over the wall. The noise they made, the scurrying of their feet was awful. God, I screamed and screamed and finally I managed to throw her off. She was dead by then, but they just kept on coming. They were crawling all over her at one point, and then almost as one, they scurried out. They must have smelled Sally I suppose, saw her as some sort of threat, or just a source of food.”
“And you?”
“I did nothing, they left me alone for some reason, I can't remember much more, Sally’s screams, the noise, the eating sounds, the blood dripping. The next thing I knew I was here in this room.”
“So you murdered her, you let her get pregnant, and you let it continue to completion, even though it clearly was not normal, even though it was clearly dangerous for her. And now, we have a few hundred hungry angry little Man-Insects crawling around the city. Man-Insects which I will no doubt spend the next few years clearing up after.”
Steven looked at him, silent, the arrogance with had surfaced a few minutes ago had now gone, he looked hollow and empty.
“What happens to me now?” he said dejectedly, all the fight had gone out of him.
“Not sure,” Elroy said, standing, “for now, I think I'll leave you and junior to get to know each other. Your days as a superhero are over for sure. But I think we can find a use for a man of your abilities, that pheromone thing certainly sounds interesting.”
“What happens to him now?” Francine asked, she and Elroy were back in the viewing room; she had stayed for the interview and had heard everything Steven had said. “There are definite sociopathic tendencies there, we can't let him go free you know that don't you.”
“He's a nasty little shit if you ask me,” Elroy said, “but he could be useful to us, test him, and see if you can work out how his powers actually work. See if we can recreate that serum? Then dissect the bastard, preferably while he's still awake. I want everything we can get from him. Opportunities like this don't come along that often, for a start that web of his would be invaluable, if we can manufacture it in any quantity”
“Ok,” Francine looked back at Steven through the window, “shame really, I always liked him, I thought he was one of the best, but obviously not. Anyway boss, something else has cropped up while you were in there. I'm afraid you're needed in the field again. We've got another of those face ripper murders, the 12th this year, and the chief wants you on it as soon as possible. I'll deal with lover boy in there.”
Chapter 4 - Stanley gets very drunk
Stanley was more than a little drunk. It was not really surprising, in the last week he'd had to cope with Susie's funeral, going back to work, as well as hours and hours of frustrating meetings with the police.
Stanley called them meetings, they were really just periods of time when he shouted at the police officers. Police officers who seemed incapable of and even unwilling to help him.
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