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[#138] Villain of the Story (Roswell New Mexico)
Theme Prompt: #138 - Leviathan
Title: Villain of the Story
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (2019)
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for mention of murder
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 808
Summary: The alien Leviathan inhabited Noah Bracken's body, and he didn't even know it.
Noah Bracken thought he was the only villain of the story. How naive.
We Leviathan can only grow inside a host, and consume their organs and their minds and their will. We do not exist outside of them, and yet we can consume the host completely if we are powerful enough.
I consumed Noah - his energy and his organs and his consciousness. He was a vehicle that I could penetrate and permeate. In his broken shell of a space pod, it was easy for me to crawl inside of him. And he didn’t even notice.
The journey to Earth was not easy, nor was it kind to my body. Even in the harsh desert of the place where the spaceship landed, I crawled away from the destruction hungry for a chance to live again inside another. I had to regrow my most vital parts, and to do that I entwined myself with Noah's organs. Sometimes, life persists.
At first I didn't want to be just a parasite. I wanted to be good to my adequate host. I let him try new things, I let him practice manipulating humans. He was remarkably talented. He set his sights on Rosa Ortecho, and so I followed that obsession to its logical conclusion.
Even though Noah never knew of me, he already wanted to be a monster. His hunger for destruction only fueled my healing even faster. I made him able to do things he had only ever dreamed about, and yet he never realized it was me behind all of his most powerful and terrible accomplishments. What an arrogant prick, so sure of his own power. When the other aliens all around him couldn't accomplish the things he could accomplish, he never even questioned why it was that he could mind control anyone on a whim.
I can't speak, at least not in any language Noah would have understood. There was no way to humble him, not unless I wanted to hurt myself. But as I made Noah stronger, I made myself stronger. So that I could put my plan into action.
An alien woman was going to be the only partner for me. And Isobel Evans was the perfect choice, even though she would never have understood my true power. She hadn’t grown up on our planet the way she should have. She only had Earthlings to guide her. I have more in common with Isobel than she will ever have in common with earth humans. I had to ensure her survival, and I had to make sure I kept a close watch over her. I owed her that much, because the kind of mind manipulation and control I exerted over her allowed me to siphon her energy and her fear.
Over the years that Noah and Isobel were together, it was like I was living at an all you can eat buffet, and I had plenty to eat.
And I wanted Isobel to be there, to bear witness to Noah’s transformation, even though she did not know the truth of what she was seeing. When Noah selfishly thought he could turn away from his home planet, and his own people, for an earth human, I was the one who stopped him. That’s why I killed Rosa Ortecho. The other killings were only for survival, and for fun. But Rosa was personal. After that, I made sure Noah acted like a good human husband for Isobel.
A leviathan knows when to bide its time. It is strategic and cunning until its power grows too big to be ignored. Leviathan don't always get to choose their host when pickings are slim, but I still made a decent choice.
That is, until Max Evans came along with his brotherly fury. He proved to be a worthy opponent. By the time Max tried to kill me, there was no Noah Bracken. Only me, wearing his flesh.
When Max called on thunder from the earthly desert sky and held it in his hands, he’d known true chaos. And then he’d directed that chaos at me, and destroyed me with a flash of thunder so powerful that even an alien would have been impressed. I had not expected that to happen.
Max used to be the only one who had the ability to destroy me, but now I have him right where I want him.
I was quite shocked to be awoken on an operating room table. But maybe this feat is less extraordinary than surviving a crash in a spaceship. Either way, I have been struck by good fortune twice. I owe Liz Ortecho my life for transplanting my heart into Max Evans, and I find it a delicious irony that she will never know exactly what she’s done.
Max Evans is truly the ideal host. And I am going to fuel his chaos.
Title: Villain of the Story
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (2019)
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for mention of murder
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 808
Summary: The alien Leviathan inhabited Noah Bracken's body, and he didn't even know it.
Noah Bracken thought he was the only villain of the story. How naive.
We Leviathan can only grow inside a host, and consume their organs and their minds and their will. We do not exist outside of them, and yet we can consume the host completely if we are powerful enough.
I consumed Noah - his energy and his organs and his consciousness. He was a vehicle that I could penetrate and permeate. In his broken shell of a space pod, it was easy for me to crawl inside of him. And he didn’t even notice.
The journey to Earth was not easy, nor was it kind to my body. Even in the harsh desert of the place where the spaceship landed, I crawled away from the destruction hungry for a chance to live again inside another. I had to regrow my most vital parts, and to do that I entwined myself with Noah's organs. Sometimes, life persists.
At first I didn't want to be just a parasite. I wanted to be good to my adequate host. I let him try new things, I let him practice manipulating humans. He was remarkably talented. He set his sights on Rosa Ortecho, and so I followed that obsession to its logical conclusion.
Even though Noah never knew of me, he already wanted to be a monster. His hunger for destruction only fueled my healing even faster. I made him able to do things he had only ever dreamed about, and yet he never realized it was me behind all of his most powerful and terrible accomplishments. What an arrogant prick, so sure of his own power. When the other aliens all around him couldn't accomplish the things he could accomplish, he never even questioned why it was that he could mind control anyone on a whim.
I can't speak, at least not in any language Noah would have understood. There was no way to humble him, not unless I wanted to hurt myself. But as I made Noah stronger, I made myself stronger. So that I could put my plan into action.
An alien woman was going to be the only partner for me. And Isobel Evans was the perfect choice, even though she would never have understood my true power. She hadn’t grown up on our planet the way she should have. She only had Earthlings to guide her. I have more in common with Isobel than she will ever have in common with earth humans. I had to ensure her survival, and I had to make sure I kept a close watch over her. I owed her that much, because the kind of mind manipulation and control I exerted over her allowed me to siphon her energy and her fear.
Over the years that Noah and Isobel were together, it was like I was living at an all you can eat buffet, and I had plenty to eat.
And I wanted Isobel to be there, to bear witness to Noah’s transformation, even though she did not know the truth of what she was seeing. When Noah selfishly thought he could turn away from his home planet, and his own people, for an earth human, I was the one who stopped him. That’s why I killed Rosa Ortecho. The other killings were only for survival, and for fun. But Rosa was personal. After that, I made sure Noah acted like a good human husband for Isobel.
A leviathan knows when to bide its time. It is strategic and cunning until its power grows too big to be ignored. Leviathan don't always get to choose their host when pickings are slim, but I still made a decent choice.
That is, until Max Evans came along with his brotherly fury. He proved to be a worthy opponent. By the time Max tried to kill me, there was no Noah Bracken. Only me, wearing his flesh.
When Max called on thunder from the earthly desert sky and held it in his hands, he’d known true chaos. And then he’d directed that chaos at me, and destroyed me with a flash of thunder so powerful that even an alien would have been impressed. I had not expected that to happen.
Max used to be the only one who had the ability to destroy me, but now I have him right where I want him.
I was quite shocked to be awoken on an operating room table. But maybe this feat is less extraordinary than surviving a crash in a spaceship. Either way, I have been struck by good fortune twice. I owe Liz Ortecho my life for transplanting my heart into Max Evans, and I find it a delicious irony that she will never know exactly what she’s done.
Max Evans is truly the ideal host. And I am going to fuel his chaos.