Dicken’s eyes returned to how they were, but the pungent scent of blood lingered on his palm. He stroked my cheek tenderly, carefully touching my skin as if everything that had happened an instant ago was a figment of my imagination. It was the blood that reminded me it was all reality—including the fact that he had almost forced himself on me.I glanced at the shades that had fallen on the floor and picked them up before straightening my clothes. After a glance at Dicken, I swiftly opened the cabin door and ran out there, sneaking into the banquet hall on the first floor. Soon, I saw Dicken entering in his new appearance without anyone sensing his presence, and making a beeline towards me.I kept hiding here and there at the banquet. It was fortunate that everyone else had had too much to drink and didn’t notice me at all, and I eventually hid in the ladies’ room. But even as I locked the door, it was opened soon enough as Dicken followed me inside. I kicked open the window, benea
If possible, I wanted to pry open Dicken’s head and take samples of his brain cells, and properly examine the structure of his brain beneath a microscope. It just might help me understand his complex train of thought and understand how he thinks.“Stay away from me,” Dicken repeated with emphasis.“No, I won’t!” I blurted in frustration, clenching on his collar even tighter now. “I don’t mind leaving, but you have to tell me what’s wrong with you! Your eyes… and that terrible mutation—what is causing that?!”“I’m very dangerous, Linda.” He suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me from his body, watching me with a sinister look while his voice boomed like a thunderclap. “I’m going to become even more dangerous.”A lightning bolt flashed outside as if in agreement, and the white flash illuminated half of his glowering face through the window, making him appear even more fearsome and horrifying.I felt my breath pause for an instant, but soon inhaled deeply and snapped, “You had alway
By the time I came to my senses and tried to help Dicken, he breathed a horrific roar. “Get off this boat right now, Linda! It wants you more than I do…”“Who’s in there? What happened?”Someone knocked on the door to the ladies’ just before it was swung open, and a drunken sailor wobbled inside. I didn't even have the time to see his face when screams and the crunching sounds of a body being torn apart filled the room—by the time I looked at him again, Dicken had already darted past me in a flash, kicking up a small breeze in his wake as he jumped into the ocean. I wiped the blood that splattered over my face by instinct and stumbled two steps, almost tripping over a certain object. I looked down to see that it was a puddle of flesh which may have been the person’s chest or his abdomen. There was no way I could identify it, nor was I willing to—I simply leaned against the wall as my legs shook uncontrollably, while a loud hum rang beside my ears and left me dazed, almost making me
Dicken’s long, narrow eyes were half-shut, the blue pupils beneath murky. He was drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness, and his breathing was choppy like a candle in the wind that might go out at any moment. “Dicken.” I touched his cheek worriedly and called out to him twice, but he did not react at all, while his breathing was getting weaker.Immense terror gripped my heart right then and almost suffocated me, but I calmed down at the thought that Dicken could only count on me now, and that there was no one else who could save him.I took a deep breath to calm myself, and dropped to a crouch, putting my ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It was getting weaker and too slow, and my heart sank.I had learnt emergency resuscitation for humans, but had no idea if it worked for merfolk. Still, it was worth a try judging from the upper half of their bodies, and it wasn’t like I had any other choice.I kept Dicken’s body and head level, and pressed his chest
“Dicken… It’s me… Linda!”I struggled to call out to him, even as tears welled in my eyes from the pain as the tentacle flailed around in my mouth. It left my vision blurring even as I looked into Dicken’s jet-black eyes, and attempted to awaken his self.The despair and desperation in the face of death seemed to ignite my potential, and my merfolk strength seemed to be bursting out of my body. I could even feel sharp claws extending out of my skin, resisting Dicken’s control by instinct and eventually allowing me to free one hand.I knew that I should defend myself with those nails, but I was worried that I would hurt him because I didn’t know my strength, reducing the chance of Dicken coming to his senses. In addition, I couldn’t call out to the other crew on the ship for help, because that would either lead to Dicken’s capture, or the entire crew becoming his food. Those concerns kept me silent as I struggled by keeping my legs together to stop the tentacles from advancing furt
I was shocked. Was Dicken trying to heal me like he did before? And at that part… Who knew what horrors might follow? I hence promptly struggled and shielded that sensitive spot of mine, saying, “I’m fine, Dicken, but what about you? I’ll help you—what do I need to do?”Nonetheless, Dicken didn’t answer my question, and merely ran his webbed claws against the trail of blood that had dried between my legs. His thin lips pursed tightly as his facial muscles twitched, complex emotions surged in his eyes, ranging from doting, self-blame, to anguish.At the same time, those purple-black speckles appeared restless again, and were oozing fluids again. My hunch was that Dicken’s emotions were exciting the other Dicken, and I promptly held his cheeks and assured him, “It’s fine, Dicken—calm down. It’s just a little bleeding, I’ll be alright. It’s much better than taking a bullet. I’ll regenerate anyway since I have your genes, remember?”“Lock me up, Linda,” he said, watching me, and I could
I couldn’t help rejoicing that Dicken was asleep right now, allowing me to lay on top of him without a care while I expressed my greediness. I never imagined that there were genes of such lovesick proportions in my body, and my past self would be laughing at the present me in raucous laughter.‘But what can I do, now that I am irrevocably in love with this bastard?’Even as my thoughts ran wild, I suddenly felt his fishtail twitch. “Now what are you doing, you little minx?”I turned towards the voice to find that Dicken had already woken up, and was narrowing his eyes at where my lips were touching, which appeared to be getting rock-hard at the moment. My cheeks heated up right then, but I was not about to back off, and instead doubled down by licking the tip. “Like it?”Seemingly unable to resist the impulse, his fishtail struggled against its chains while he started to gulp, his breaths turning short and rushed. Still, he kept his eyes shut as he said hoarsely, “Stop. I’ll hurt y
“You’re going to die.” Dicken narrowed his long, wide eyes, his gaze as sharp as a bloodthirsty blade. Even so, I didn’t avoid his menacing glare and instead met it directly, even shrugging nonchalantly as I said, “I’m prepared and willing to do it for you.”Dicken was clearly stunned, and he looked at me in surprise. I had a feeling that he did not expect me to be willing to sacrifice myself for him, or perhaps he simply did not want to ask so much. For my part, I had no idea if I should speak such words of passion so directly, but it was how I sincerely felt.Dicken stared at me for a long time without saying a thing, and it seemed to take him a lot of strength to look away. However, he did not seem keen on responding to my declaration, and merely looked out beyond the window to the boundless sea. “When I return to the land of my tribe, I would be able to get to the Nest and reforge my body.”“Reforge?”“Yes. I’ll sever my flesh from my spirit, and build a new body for myself.”