She Was Only A Clown Chapters 47 And 48

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Chapter 47

Kiana skidded to a stop hundreds of yards behind the Mark Nelson fetus head. She’d smashed right through his eye and out the other side, landing safely far from the battle.

She cursed and assessed the damage to her body. She was pretty fucked up. The landing had torn the skin off most of her face and right side which had taken the brunt of the landing.

As she healed her astral-skin, she fought the urge to go back and join Elwood in the fight against his rapist. He’d told her all about Mark Nelson while they were trapped inside her nightmare and he seemed unfairly matched against a guy who could control every damn little pig-fetus thing inside the celestial body of the Entity.

But she wasn’t here to help kill Mark Nelson. She was here to find Elwood’s body and with it, the bomb that would supposedly blow them all to kingdom come. There was only one problem. She still didn’t know how the fuck to set the goddamn bomb off!

Finally healed, she stood up and looked around. She could still hear the battle raging behind her, but Elwood had managed to throw her right at the base of the hill he’d pointed at before Mark showed up. Supposedly his little fetus body was just over that hill.

Good thing there were only about fifty billion ugly shits to look through in order to find it…

Kiana set off walking up the hill, mumbling every curse word she could think of while stretching her arms out the width of the entire tentacle chamber. She grew eyeballs all down the lengths of her arms, in the palms of her hands and at the tips of her fingers in an effort to more quickly locate Elwood’s container. What she’d do with it when she found it, well, she’d deal with that when the time came.

As she disappeared over the hill, the lids of a row of containers popped off. The pink fluid oozed out along with the wailing bodies of the fetus creatures. They congealed into a huge puddle in the middle of the chamber floor and out of that puddle rose three humanoid forms.

We gone get ta fuck that dumb bitch again, brothers?” the first one chuckled.

Best believe that,” the second one said, rubbing his hands together.

And this time,” the third one said. “She gone be awake while we do it!”


Kiana scanned the pods on the far side of the hill but had no luck finding Elwood. The faces of the gross things inside didn’t even look human this deep into the tentacle. Whatever worlds the Entity had consumed and cataloged in this section seemed far, far removed from Earth’s position in the universe.

That’s when she got an idea. “Fuck! Of course!” she blurted out loud. “Stupid bitch always trying to do things the hard way!”

She contracted her arms and absorbed the eyeballs on her hands and fingers, returning to a state of naked normality, or as normal as she was willing to get in her malleable astral body. She still kept her tits and ass way bigger than they had any reason to be. She liked the way they felt bouncing around while she walked. And even though the Entity was an evil motherfucker who’d robbed her of her life and wanted to eat her world, she still kinda hoped it was watching and thought she was hot.

All her parts back together, Kiana placed her hand on the lid of the nearest pod, closed her eyes and concentrated. “Think of the puppy, bitch. Think of the fucking puppy!”

It worked. Her hand turned transparent and sank through the lid. She rooted around next to the fetus-thing inside for several seconds before grasping what she’d been searching for. She pulled the memory thread from the pod, triumphant smile on her face.

She pulled the thread free from the pod and followed it to the next and the next pod until she saw a direct path from where she stood to where the string ended.

Elwood’s pod. It had to be.

Maybe I ain’t so full of fuckin’ stupid after all!” She laughed to herself.

I wouldn’t speak too soon there, missy,” a gnarled and raspy redneck voice said from behind her. “We’re finna fill that little butthole of yours with more stupid than you ever done dreamed of!”

Chapter 48

Elwood tried to phase transparent at the last second before Mark’s harpoon-dick pierced his flesh, but the dick-weapon phased right along with him.

Ain’t pullin’ no tricks this time, faggot. The big voice warned me all about how clever you is. Well guess what? I can phase dimensions, too! The big voice gave me every single power you got in here and then some!”

Elwood gaped in horror as the snake-like cock slithered deep into his chest wound.

C’mon back now. Let’s do this right here in our own lil ole reality.” With that, Mark’s dick, and along with it Elwood, solidified back to whole.

I told ya I was gonna fuck you again, boy. Didn’t I tell you that? Fuckin’ thinkin’ you’re smarter than other people, thinkin’ you’re smarter than the big voice, that’s what got you fucked up, Elwood. You’re just a bitch ass faggot likes to get fucked by big ass dicks, ain’t ya?”

Elwood stood helpless as the snake-dick worked in and out of his chest wound. Blood oozed out of the newly made orifice, giving the phallic monstrosity plenty of lubrication with which to fuck the wound.

Mark moaned as he violated Elwood once more. Using his hands he smeared Elwood’s blood all along his long shaft and jacked himself off while mumbling about how much Elwood liked it.

Elwood tried to regain his composure. He tried to think of Kiana, of The Maxx, of uncle Jeff or anything to re-align his senses but Mark’s cock wound its way through his chest cavity as the redneck made of fetus-creatures cried out in pleasure and came all inside Elwood’s lungs.

The astral-man fell to his knees, gagging and coughing, spitting hunks of Mark Nelson’s fetus-cum out of his mouth. The chunks of sperm-like fetus creatures landing on the ground twitched and died, more individual lives from long dead worlds snuffed out forever. But Elwood had no time to mourn them, his own life at the mercy of the worst person he’d ever known.

How could this happen? He’d come so far. He’d felt invincible facing off against the entity. And here, after everything, it was the same bully who’d tormented him, verbally, mentally, sexually, his entire life who would spell his end. Seal his fate. Doom him and the Earth to a fate far, far worse than death. A destiny unavoidable. Inevitable. Irreversible.

“We’s just getting’ started, faggot. The big voice told me time is weird up here. I get to fuck ya long as I want, he says. Says years pass up here like minutes back down at home.”

“Fuck you,” Elwood sputtered as Mark’s appendage wound its way around more of his internal organs, causing Elwood to cry out again.

“Nah it don’t work like that. Ain’t no dicks goin’ inside me, that’s gay shit for faggots like you!” Mark flexed his member like an anaconda, constricting Elwood’s insides into a tight ball. “Say, weren’t you a clown down there? What you doin’ lookin like some gay magazine model up here? That ain’t right, now. Don’t be a faker, faggot. Show me what you really are.”

Elwood’s insides felt like they caught fire in that moment as the remaining fetus-cum in his lungs expanded and changed, ripping through his astral-body, melting down into a liquid and coating him in some kind of ectoplasmic slime. This slime hardened and a moment later, Elwood looked down in horror.

His hands were again stuffed inside the ridiculous over-sized monster claw gloves he’d bought for his Skitzo Cyko outfit. He wore the stupid red floppy shoes. Reaching up, he felt his head covered in the mask. He’d been reduced to his most humiliated state.

Elwood was just a clown.

“Nah, you ain’t changin’ back,” Mark said, mocking Elwood’s bewildered face as he tried and failed to phase back into his newly acquired fit and beautiful form. “Big voice said I have the power to make you look like anything I want.”

All of the insecurity, fear, anguish, humiliation, embarrassment and self-loathing that had plagued Elwood for his entire life came rushing back in that instant. He was no longer the hero of the Outback, the protector of the jungle queen. The Maxx was gone. He was just dumb ass Elwood the clown. The idiot kid who let his little nephew eat the mercury that made him retarded. Elwood, the kid responsible for uncle Jeff hanging himself.

“Please,” Elwood said, falling to his hands and knees at Mark’s twisted fetus-feet. “You don’t know what you’re doing. It-it’s going to destroy the whole planet. It’s going to eat everything you’ve ever known and loved.”

Mark erupted in laughter. “Shit boy, I know what the big voice is up to! It done told me everything on my way up here when it ripped my soul in a thousand little pieces and sucked me up in here like a faggot suckin’ a big fat dong!”

Mark kicked Elwood over onto his back and put his gnarled foot on Elwood’s throat. “Way I see it, ain’t nothin’ ta miss downstairs. Down there I’m just a guy likes cummin’ in jars and jackin’ off ta old magazines. Upstairs? Up here I’m a god!”

More penises rose up out of Mark’s fetus-flesh body until he resembled a cock-porcupine with thick, veiny, pulsating red and purple dicks jutting in all directions from his shoulders, chest, legs, arms and face. “I got all the fuckn’ dicks I could ever fuckin’ want! And they ALL gonna go inside YOU, boy!”

Elwood wept. He’d come so far, endured so much just to lose? Like this?

“Don’t be sad, faggot,” Mark said, reaching down, picking Elwood up by his clown mask. “We gone have lots of fun. I done tolda ya I was gonna fuck you till you love it. Now it’s time to start suckin’!”

As Mark dragged him to his knees, Elwood acted. Fast as he could he grabbed the long cock still sticking out of his chest and bit into it, ripping the flesh in half like an umbilical cord separating from a newborn.

No. He would not be reduced to his weakest parts. He would not continue to relive his past. Mark could change his appearance. Mock him. Ridicule him, reminded of what he was in his darkest hours but in the end, Mark would not be the force to defeat Elwood. Only Elwood himself could choose that fate. And today, he would not.

Mark screamed as his castrated member flopped around in Elwood’s hands like the body of a freshly decapitated bird. Blood made of little fetus creatures spewed everywhere. Elwood ignored their deaths. He focused instead on removing the disgusting appendage from his body.

Using both hands, he yanked the severed penis from the depths of his guts, then, free from Mark’s immediate touch, used his own mind-powers to stiffen the penis into a flattened, sharp blade. Standing up straight, Elwood phased into the dimension housing Mark’s fragmented soul and thrust the cock-sword upward,cleaving Mark’s physical and astral self nearly in two from his bleeding crotch to the tip of his fetus-faced head.

Elwood winced at the psychic screams of the dying creatures but did not allow their agony to break his resolve this time. This time Mark Nelson would die. Forever.

Only he didn’t.

Elwood raised the dick-weapon to strike a final blow to Mark’s bleeding and ruined body, but more importantly to his amputated and dying consciousness on the astral plane when the two halves of Mark’s body exploded in a blinding orange-red light.

Elwood shielded his eyes until they adjusted, ready to attack, ready for any last surprised Mark had in store for him. But it wasn’t Mark’s voice that spoke to him when the light dimmed.

There, hovering in the space between the two halves of Mark’s cleaved and dying face, was the same reptilian eyeball Elwood had seen on Eden Prime. It was the eye of the Entity, appearing and existing in Mark’s final moment before death, prolonging the redneck rapist’s agony as Mark flailed and twitched but could not die. 

“You have proven yourself a true adversary, Elwood. But you cannot win this game.”

Elwood screamed and stabbed forward with his astral weapon, intent on impaling the Entity’s eye, but the dick-sword simply melted away upon impact, leaving Elwood defenseless.

“If even a fraction of the people on your planet possess the same fiery passion for life that you do, Elwood, then Earth may indeed be the most nourishing meal I’ve ever eaten. Know that, despite everything, I will fashion a special place in my soul chambers for Earth so that all of those peoples and planets within me will know that you have been my greatest foe.”

Elwood reared back and dove forward, slamming his fist into the Entity, burning away his astral arm as he continued to drive forward into the psychic furnace that was its eye.

“You have nothing left to fight for,” the Entity said calmly as Elwood slammed his remaining fist into the eye, searing that limb off as well. “I have taken everything from you. Allow me to give you sweet release. I will grant you oblivion, forever darkness. Submit to me.”

“You haven’t taken everything,” Elwood screamed as his tilted his head back. “You haven’t found my body.”

With that, Elwood slammed his face into the Entity’s eyeball, shoving what was left of his entire body inside, burning away the final piece of his consciousness.

The fiery eyeball went dark, shrank and disappeared, finally allowing Mark’s cleaved body to fall dead to the tentacle floor.


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She Was Only A Clown Chapter 46

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Chapter 46

Mark’s the dude who fucked you in the woods, right? He seems like a bad guy!” Kiana yelled, still keeping her death-grip around Elwood’s neck while he hovered in the air in front of the Mark Nelson face made of fetus-creatures.

He’s the worst,” Elwood whispered.

How’d he get in here?”

I don’t know,” Elwood said, growing his body larger, causing Kiana’s grip around his neck to break. She had to scramble onto his back to keep from falling into the boiling pinkness below.

In just a moment, Elwood’s flapping, hovering form was as tall as the mammoth Mark Nelson fetus-face bearing down on him. “But I’m going to have to fight him. You need to find my body. You need to finish this.”

How? What do I do once I find you?”

Before Elwood could respond, A giant fist the size of a dump truck made of fetuses erupted from the tentacle floor, racing at lightning speed toward Elwood’s new giant form.

Quickly Elwood snatched Kiana from his back, now large enough to fit her entire body in the palm of his hand, and threw her as hard as he could at Mark’s ugly face. Screaming and flailing, Kiana smashed through one of Mark’s fetus-eyes, causing the amorphous thing to screech in pain as the creatures that made up his eyeball exploded on impact.

Elwood wasn’t fast enough to avoid the fist, though. Still as big as Elwood’s entire torso, it hit him with enough force to send him flying backwards more than a hundred yards. He bounced to a stop, squishing hundreds of fetus-things to a bloody, pulpy smear where he landed.

Elwood grabbed his head. His vision swam from the intensity of the sound of the psychic screams of the creatures he’d just obliterated. He was now so mentally in tune with the Entity, he could feel the deaths of the souls trapped inside the fetus-creatures. Whole civilizations were being wiped out by Mark’s possession of their bodies and the utter destruction it was wreaking on the spirits inside.

Suddenly the standing wave of pink liquid receded. The awful face of Mark Nelson receded, too. The fist collapsed back down to the tentacle floor, leaving the fetus things it was composed of dead or dying in puddles of the pink stuff.

What rose in their place was a naked body just taller than the giant that Elwood had become. The fetuses fused together, giving the new form a rough shape. Wailing faces, little arms and legs and nearly whole bodies jutted off this new thing, making it horrible to look at.

Mark Nelson, made flesh once again.

Whas’a’matter, faggot? Got yerself a little headache?”

Elwood found it impossible to concentrate fully or focus on the threat in front of him. The mere act of Mark giving himself a body made of thousands of trapped souls was torturous. Elwood felt every step, every breath Mark took because the fetuses all mangled together felt them.

As Mark walked closer to where Elwood lay broken and damaged, the mutated redneck’s cock grew to an obscene length and thickness until it dragged on the ground behind him between his legs.

He stopped several yards from the downed astral-man. “Ain’t got nothin’ to say, huh? Shit, I didn’t come all the way up here inside this whatever-the-fuck we’re in just to be ignored.”

Elwood rolled onto his back and opened his eyes just in time to see Mark reeling his enormous schlong up into his hand like some kind of perverted laso.

Mark slapped the van-sized cockhead into his open hand with a wet, meaty thud sending new and powerful waves of agony through Elwood’s mind.

This time, faggot. I’mma fuck you till you die from it.” Mark tapped the lengthy dickhead against his temple. “The big voice in my head tells me that’s what I was sent here to do. Fuck ya ta death.” Mark smiled. His teeth made of fetus-creatures wailed. “You gonna like that, though, ain’tcha faggot? You been waiting for me up here all this time playin’ hard ta get. Really you was wantin’ to die down there on planet Earth first time I fucked ya, huh? That’s what the big voice tells me. Tells me you love this big ole dick. Tells me I ain’t gotta be ashamed of fuckin’ on dudes anymore. Ain’t nobody up here give a rat’s fuck-ass what I be fuckin’. Says I can fuck on dudes forever up here!”

Elwood had to act. He pushed away the intolerable psychic torture permeating his being. He concentrated his thoughts on his best memory in the same way he’d instructed Kiana to when she was panicked and trapped inside the fetus-pod.


In Elwood’s memory, uncle Jeff was still alive and their relationship was still strong because the awful thing that happened to young Jake hadn’t happened yet.

On this day, the sun was shining bright and no one had insulted or beaten up Elwood on his way home from school. It was as perfect an afternoon as was possible in Elwood small, dreadful life in Hopp’s county Illinois.

With Elwood’s parents inside and Jake taking a nap, Jeff and Elwood hung out together in the back yard under the shadow of the barn that would eventually take Jeff’s life and provide Elwood with a reclusive nest in which he could hide from the whole world.

But on that day, it simply provided the two with shade from the bright sun and relief from the sweltering hot day.

Listen, kid,” Jeff had said. Jeff always called Elwood kid, not in a condescending way, but in a soft, endearing way. Like, “I know what you’re going through and I promise it’ll get better.” And even though it never got better, Elwood never got tired of hearing it.

I wanna give you something. I think you’re old enough now. Not old enough to understand the material. Fuck I’m almost 30 and I still don’t understand the material. But old enough to take care of it and not trash it, ok?”

Elwood nodded. He found it best if he didn’t talk a lot, even to Jeff. The more he opened his mouth the more trouble seemed to come his way. He spent his days only engaged in reality enough to get clothes on, get to school, eat, and get home. And some days even those minor tasks seemed impossible to perform.

Jeff reached into a box he’d brought out back with them and pulled out a small collection of comic books sealed in boarded bags. “This is issue 1 through 35 of the coolest comic book you’re ever gonna read. It’s called The Maxx. It’s about a homeless dude and the busty blonde social worker he’s in love with who bails him out of jail when he gets arrested for sleeping in alleys.”

Elwood took the comics, but looked skeptical at the cover of issue 1 after Jeff’s description.

I know that doesn’t sound very cool but Maxx thinks he’s a powerful superhero in another dimension and there’s this weirdo bad guy named Mr. Gone who uses these little eyeless creatures called Izzes to do all his evil shit for him.”

Izzes?” Elwood said, thumbing through the covers.

There’s so many layers to the story. It’s all symbolism and allegory mixed in with some kind of twisted feminist theory. I don’t know man. You’ll love the fights Maxx has with the monsters in the Outback but… I just think you’ll connect with him. Maxx is… he’s off, like you, kid. Not in a bad way. Like in the everyone’s a hero to someone, somewhere kind of way. You know?”

Elwood looked at his uncle trying to figure out if he’d just been insulted or praised.

Jeff set his mouth, himself seeming unsure if he’d just called his nephew a loser to his face or not. “All I’m trying to say is I love you, kid. And I want you to have my favorite comic book of all time and I want you to take care of it. Maybe some day you’ll have some kids of your own and you can pass em down to them or something. Fuck I’m terrible at this. Just read the fuckers, ok?”


No one had ever given Elwood a gift like that before and no one ever would again. Sure his parents got him Christmas and birthday presents but it was always socks or clothes or generic board games. Never anything… personal. Never something that showed Elwood that anyone truly understood his character and personality.

Elwood took the comics to his room and read every issue that night. As Jeff had said, he didn’t quite understand what he was reading, but he loved the fight scenes and the cool monsters. Mr. Gone and the Izzes were great and The Maxx gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling of kinship. As he lay in bed that night he wished as hard as he could that he would wake up in the Outback a hero strong enough to save Julie the Jungle Queen.

But when he woke the next day, he was simply Elwood and Elwood he would stay. But he did keep the comics. He read them after Jake’s accident. After Jeff’s suicide. After Elwood’s move into the barn. He would still read the Maxx from time to time even as he developed his fatal plan to become a stalking clown on Halloween.

And inside that barn is where those comic books currently sat. They’d survived every awful thing his shit life had thrown at him and Elwood would make damn sure they would survive this alien threat to the entire planet Earth.

Mark Nelson, the Entity, they could kill his body, rob him of his soul, but these motherfuckers would not have his Maxx comic books.


While Mark continued to ramble about his newfound acceptance of his homosexuality, Elwood curled the metaphysical bat wings attached to his back into fists. Then solidified the fists into enormous clubs complete with jagged spikes. Kneeling forward, Elwood launched the twin flesh-missiles from their stalks on his back directly into Mark’s chattering fetus-face.

The flesh-weapons exploded, taking with them Mark’s head, his right arm and most of his chest, leaving nothing but a naked giant with legs, one arm and the biggest dick Elwood had ever seen.

The psychic pain was the worst Elwood had experienced yet. He felt the death of every soul on a planet called Rixonia-Five-One-Seven. Rixonia had been a forest planet with trees so large they grew up from the bottom of the planet’s oceans and extended up into its atmosphere, giving the entire planet a shaggy, green appearance even from space.

The dominant species on Rixonia had been a hairy, marsupial people who used oversized teeth and claws to dig and burrow out city-sized colonies right inside the trunks of the trees. The Entity had caused mass chaos on that planet by convincing the Rixonians that a new type of semi-aquatic termite-like insect had infested the root systems of the majority of the planet’s trees.

The Rixonians had mercilessly fought each other over what they believed to be the few healthy, sustainable trees left to live in. The Entity had particularly enjoyed the flavor of that planet’s agony and misery.

Elwood knew this because the Entity knew this. And now the Rixonians were gone forever, every last mind obliterated in the explosion caused by Elwood himself. And yet, their loss was in vain.

No sooner had Elwood recovered from the psychic onslaught of the Rixonians’ deaths than the mangled body of Mark Nelson began to regenerate. Pink fluid geysered up from the jagged edges of his mangled trunk, and yet the headless body continued to walk forward, giant cock still swinging nonchalantly in his remaining hand.

Soon the geysering fluid gave way to an awful gurgling sound which produced pink froth and bubbles from the wounds. The gurgling gave way to laughing and then Mark’s ugly head, complete with shit-eating grin oozed its way up out of the mess of his torso along with a new arm. In seconds his body was whole again. In another second, he stood directly in front of Elwood.

The two impossibly tall men faced one another without speaking, both naked, one lythe and muscular, a sheen of sweat adding an air of aesthetic beauty to his form. The other a hideous amalgamation of equally hideous little fetal versions of himself, all asymmetrical, bulbous edges and puss-dripping, nauseating corners.

Elwood pushed the deaths of the Rixonians out of his mind. Silently he came to terms with the fact that he may have to slay dozens more civilizations inside the Entity in order to defeat it. He would kill a hundred billion more worlds here if it meant he could save his own.

He concentrated on the image of the Maxx comics in his barn. His dream had been to wake up in another world a hero. And here he was. He was the Maxx. The entity’s mind was the Outback. His dream had come true. He was a hero. And his Julie Winters? His jungle queen? Not Kiana. Kiana could take care of herself. She was as doomed as he and as instrumental in defeating the entity as he was himself.

No, his jungle queen was the Earth itself. All of the souls here were as dead as he was. Ghosts. Echos of worlds long eaten by the alien beast threatening the future of his own world. But Earth lived! As long as Elwood’s mind remained, the Entity would not have it!

Elwood grinned, empowered by these thoughts. He raised his fists and faced his lifelong bully, Mark Nelson head on, ready to fight until the bitter end.

And that’s when Mark threw his rope-like dick and stabbed Elwood directly in the heart.


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She Was Only A Clown Chapters 44 And 45

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Chapter 44

Elwood pleasured Kiana for a long time. He was relieved that he found her sexually attractive. More relieved than he’d expected to be. He’d been shy and awkward and ugly his entire life. He’d never even considered the possibility of bringing another human being physical pleasure. But being inside of the mind of the Entity had changed him. He was only just beginning to realize how much.

After, they lay together in each other’s arms, stewing in each other’s fluids. Eventually Kiana looked up in Elwood’s face. “I was gonna kill you, ya know?”

Elwood smiled. “When?”

When you first pulled out your little dick. I was thinking about biting it off. I ain’t never bit no dick off before. Figured since I’m technically dead anyway, might as well make my last rodeo something to remember.”

Elwood laughed hard enough that his chest made Kiana’s head bounce up and down. “Well, why didn’t you?”

Shoot,” she said, finally lifting her body off his. “Once I remembered you could make your wiener as big as you wanted I knew I was in for a hell of a show.”

So since I made you cum a bunch, you don’t want to kill me anymore?”

Fuck yeah I still wanna kill you, man,” she said, stretching her arms above her head, deep smile creeping across her face. “But it wouldn’t be any fun if I told you when.”

I’ll try to keep that in mind,” Elwood said, standing. “Now we’ve got to get to work.”

What’d you have planned, sugar?” Kiana asked, standing up on wobbly legs. She put her hands out to keep her balance so she wouldn’t go toppling over into one of the gross people-pods all around her feet.

Elwood reached into the soupy pink liquid of the flesh-pod nearest to him, his astral hand passing right through the cloudy shell. He fished around for a moment, then pulled out a shimmering thread that looked like the one he’d laid for Kiana to follow inside the psychic storm. “I’ve been laying these all throughout this hive. While you were in the storm. While you and I were inside your nightmare. I’ve been here, connecting each of these pods together with my mental threads.”

Ok,” Kiana said, crossing her arms, puzzled look on her face. “Why?”

At first I didn’t know. I only had this vague, murky notion that I should be doing it. The Entity did everything it could to keep the memory of its weakness away from me. But I dug and dug inside its mind until I found what I was looking for.”

And that is?” Kiana said, her looking of puzzlement already turning to boredom.

A device was laid inside this thing’s body many hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of years ago. It’s a device that’s withstood time, space and all of the alien’s powers. A device that will destroy the Entity from the inside out, giving it no hope of regeneration. I found it and I’ve connected it to every pod inside this tentacle. If I had the time, I’d connect every single body stored here, but I don’t. I think what I’ve done will be enough.”

So there’s a bomb in here and you’re going to blow us up? You really think that’s going to work?” Kiana asked, indignant.

I know it will. That’s what it was designed to do. Come with me. I’ll show you how to set it off in case we get separated or something happens to me.”

Why would something happen to you?” Kiana asked, following closely behind Elwood as he tracked his mind-thread across the vast expanse of flesh-pods.

Elwood didn’t answer.


So,” Kiana said, trailing a bit behind Elwood, seemingly lost in thought. “Let me see if I’ve got all this straight.”

Ok,” Elwood said, slowing down his pace.

We’re dead.”

Correct. Or as good as. The entity would keep our minds alive inside these creatures forever if we allowed it to live. It would suck the life-essences out of every human on planet Earth, then consume the whole world itself before moving on to another solar system to feed again.”

Uh, huh,” Kiana said, looking more confused than before. “And… This is real-space now? In here? We’re actually walking around inside its body? This isn’t some mind illusion or nightmare?”

That’s right.”

And we’re thousands of miles above Earth? Floating out in space?”


But we can still shape-shift and fly around and do all that cool shit we were doing inside the psychic storm. I don’t understand.”

One of the entity’s powers is the ability to occupy many dimensions at once. It’s what protected it against Thalos’s weaponry the day 917416 created it. These projections of our mind that we’ve created exist outside our own dimension, but we are able to manipulate matter here.”

Ok, lost me. I’ll just shut the fuck up.”

Think of us as ghosts.”

Kiana leaped in excitement. “We’re fuckin’ ghosts! Like poltergeists?!”


Fucking rad.”


After a time walking in silence, Elwood stopped. “It’s just over the next hill.”

He made it sound like it was right around the corner, but the hill in question was the size of a mountain and lay some dozens of miles across the redish fleshy landscape.

That’s when a weird thing happened.

Kiana noticed, subtly at first, that the pink fluid inside the pods began to bubble. Elwood didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t seem to care. Kiana kept an eye on the fluid as they continued forward through the endless gargantuan tentacle. Every pod they passed bubbled when they got close to it. After a time, the bubbles turned into a gentle jostling. Then a roiling.

Uh, Mr. Elwood. Something’s… not right.”

Suddenly the fetus-like creature inside one of the boiling pods slammed its face against the container’s lid and screamed. Its face was plain, male, with a wide-set mouth and eyes. It was saying something Kiana couldn’t quite understand.

Then the creature in the next pod, and the pod after that did the same thing, jamming their faces violently against their lids. By the time she saw five or six of the little weirdos screaming from their pods she realized they all possessed the same face.

That’s when she understood what they were saying.

They were all screaming a name.


Chapter 45

Who the fuck is that?” Kiana yelled, frantic, but Elwood was ignoring her. His pace quickened. He was running now. “Why are they screaming your name? Elwood? Answer me, god damnit!”

We’re too late,” he said as two thin stick-like protrusions grew slowly from his shoulder blades. The protrusions unfurled revealing themselves as a pair of bat-like wings.

Kiana was just able to yelp and dive forward, catching Elwood by the ankle as he launched himself off the tentacle floor, high into the air. She clung to his leg, cursing and screaming as Elwood gained speed, rushing forward as fast as he could.

But he’d been right. It was already too late.

Below them, lids by the dozens exploded from the pods. Pink fluid gushed into the air, defying gravity if such a thing had even existed inside the titan alien.


Dozens became hundreds of fetus creatures with the same ugly face all screaming at Elwood in unison.

No matter how fast Elwood sped, the pods below them erupted at an even greater pace until the entire floor in front of Elwood and Kiana resembled a great tsunami of pink fluid, cutting off any more forward progress.

Elwood was forced to stop. Flapping his new bat wings, he kept himself and Kiana hovering in mid air in front of the massive wave of fetus-creatures blocking their path.

Kiana scrambled up his back, throwing her arms around his neck as the ferocious wall of liquid in front of them roared. The fetus-things within all swam towards its center. Thousands of them. Within seconds they all locked their tiny arms and legs, forming a giant version of the same ugly face plastered on each of their own.

The huge fetus face smiled and screamed “I’m gonna fuck you till you love it, faggot!”

Who IS that?!” Kiana had to yell into Elwood’s ear over the sounds of the rushing pink liquid, yanking his hair back so he was forced to look at her. His face was pale. His lips trembled. He was terrified.

Mark Nelson.”


Check back next Saturday for chapter 46!