The Demoness of Chengdu

  Matthew stoked the fire, then coughed the smoke up. It reminded him of his screaming rebirth. He had walked halfway to New Chonqing apparently, before whatever brought him back did so. A dreamy haze of memories . He remembered being held down by three soldiers as they he tried to practically tear his own nipples off. Scratching at these mounds that didn’t belong on his chest. Tearing at the hair flowing down his thin, soft and hairless face. They dragged him through the embers back towards their camp.   He hated it. Why him? Before he had been a critical thinker, a journalist, no. He hated killing and violence, but now he was just a disgusting tool for the new Chinese empire, in body at least. A breeder, as the more militant ones referred to them. Some theorised there were variants of the nanovirus, like wife, infiltrator, but all were dedicated body and soul to the national plan.   The other resistance members often refused to talk to him. He needed to wear a bracele

  Ben let out a giggle as he unlocked the door. Was that a hiccup? He wandered into the middle of the room. Feeling like it was his place. Then he felt an extreme rush of excitement. Why was he so happy? He let out another giggle. Huh? He felt his pulse thump in his neck. He fumbled and stumbled around his room in a state of over-stimulation. He thought he could hear a ringer or alarm sounding all around him. He looked at his arms. His veins stood out and expanded as he felt pins and needles slowly crawl all over his body. As if millions of sharp carpaced insects were infesting him. “What the hell is happening?” He clutched the back of his head and fell down into a frontal fetal position. He screamed in pain as something dissolved his joints and rebuilt tendons. He gripped onto the carpet, as his hair and eyes started to change colour.  He passed out. Xiaoling giggled as she pierced through the fetal-like film of the mind. She poked her hand through and surged out in the

  “I can’t believe you took me to that all Chinese meet up.” Jordan facepalmed. “Oh my god you are so closed. You need meet new people… that’s why I no tell you what it was.” The cute frizzy haired Asian girl touched his arm and giggled. She smelled a bit like a mountain stream. “Everyone was staring at me. Shit, they probably all thought I had yellow fever, “It turned out alright didn’t it right? Li jing even come over and said no worry that you’re white boy…” “I promised to play guitar at their event just so I wouldn’t feel so out of place.” “Yes, and you not want to disappoint them right? In China it’s so rude to make promise you don’t keep.” The things he did to get laid. Hm.. maybe he did have yellow fever. He sighed. “They want me to rehearse at the Confucius institute, so what’s that?” “Oh, it’s kind of… clubhouse for Chinese students. The university gives lots of funding to them.” She replied. “Uhm, any benefits to being a member?” “They can help you learn Chinese. There is