《Mosquito Hivemind Hell-Bent on World Domination (or Annoyance)》15: This chapter ends in a kidnapping
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...This is literally the most suspicious man I have ever seen.
Really? An overcoat?? With glasses like that, he might as well have worn a fake moustache, too. This person is just... awe-inspiring, truly. I wonder if he'll expose himself to me if I go down to the parking lot. Then again, with how covered-up he is, he might as well be a bunch of opossums in an overcoat.
Or bees. Equally plausible.
...What the hell is he searching for?... Okay, so, uh, not only has he failed to notice that I didn't move a step, but now he's also searching for how much blood a mosquito or a blood bag can hold. I shouldn't need to say this, but... what the fuck.
...Don't tell me he's a million mosquitos in an over-coat planning a blood bank heist. I will literally end a life.
Dad told me to be home by nine. Might as well creep the creepster.
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Goood, goooooood....!!
Now, my trusty body, let us get out of here before someone suspects us! Not that any such happening is even plausible, what with this perfect disguise. While I stand up, I make sure to adjust the Trilby on my head. Fits like a-,
Oh, uh, hello there, civilian youth? Have you-, have you been there this entire time-?
He narrows his eyes at me and takes a step back, allowing for my passage.
...He suspects something. Has he seen? Did he hear? Does he know? No, he cannot, my disguise is impeccable! If he knew, if he understood, his hands would not be so unoccupied. No, he'd be busy fiddling with his phone to make the proper call to the proper places. I would not allow that.
My current army is capable of sucking a man dry. I would rather avoid doing it for no reason, but if he stands in my way, I will not hesitate.
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I walk past him, sending him a hundred thousand little glances.
As I head for the exit, I catch the sight of the nature section of the library, more importantly, the insect part of it. Perhaps, a little loan wouldn't hurt? I look to the second floor, only to see the teen gone, invisible and untraceable. Hrm. Very well, let's see what we have here...
It turns out they only have a single book on mosquitos, labelled "The Anatomy of the Bloodsucker", a charming title, to be sure. I wonder what my villain-name will be. Hopefully something ominous and eerie, instead of goofy.
A quick pat at my pockets ensures that I, indeed, have neither a wallet nor my library card. Oh well, I have never been beneath petty theft. I slide the book into the coat, and absorb it into my body of mosquitos. Not even a pat-down would let them discover it, although it might let them discover other, more unsavoury details of my person.
With the book procured, I once more head for the exit, and then, further to the harbour. It is high time to evolve.
For some reason, something here feels... off. My finely-honed instincts of what should and shouldn't be up are telling me that something is, indeed, up. After all, things have gone too well. The pre-heist went down without (much of) a fuss, I've survived this long, and even this library thing went down without having to explode into 200 000 mosquitos or some other weird escape route.
Things are going... smoothly.
Odd. But good! Whoever heard of a villain defeated before they became a threat?
Henchmen, you say-? Oh, why, they would never become threats to begin with. I - on the other hand...!
As my musings reach a crescendo, I also reach the harbour. Sure, I could easily shed the clothes and explode on the spot, but I'd like to get into my lair before doing so. The window is still open... good.
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I float into the air, and enter the window head-first. Uncomfortable, but it will do. Well inside, I waste no time in unclothing myself and bursting into a cloud of mosquitos, spreading all my spawn into every corner of the hideout. It may seem unusual, but the feeling of spreading my wings, taking to flight and moving quickly and elegantly... it was euphoric. Like a vampire drinking blood once more.
But! I have no time to revel in measly pleasantries! It is time to evolve, and there is no better time!
Come to me, my darling lackeys! Swarm around me, form a cyclone of death and plague!
Conditions have been met. will commence
As often as I see this sight, it has never been grander today. The repurposed facility is teeming with mosquitos, all humming and buzzing and moving together in such a perfect way where not one crashes into another, rules by the hive-intellect I have given them.
I revel in it, before letting that feverish nightmare of pain and guts and glory take me.
This is what I need.
To win.
has finnished.
Succeed.
I grin, and sleep.
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...Holy fucking shit, this god damn rabbit hole-,,
I'm sorry, dad. You were right. Superheroes are a total menace and ought not to have appeared. At all. And if this was not some super-hero freak, I don't know what he is. Maybe, just maybe, I'm lucky that he didn't just straight-up attack me-? From what I know, a lot of these bastardly typed either don't care for the lives of civilians or are consciously attacking them.
Nothing good can come out of this. Any of this. No human should have more power than another, not like this.
That's gotta be at least a dozen mosquitos. If not more.
They all seemed to converge on a single spot, and then they all just... disappeared. In a flash of light. Leaving nothing behind. Okay, not nothing, but I don't really consider a book and a bunch of creepster clothes to be much of anything to look at.
...Alright, enough standing around and peeking through a window, let's get in there. Who knows what that fucking creepster hid inside this brink factory or whatever?
-Plan aborted, there's a lock on the door.
...
-Plan revamped, there was an axe right next to the door. A few swift chops to the chain-lock destroyed it completely, leaving the heavy metal chain to simply clatter to the floor. As if on cue, the doors simply slid open with a cliched creak. What, is there a scooby doo villain in here or something?
I looked inside, but it was suspiciously lacking in scooby-doo villains. Right. Sure. Whatever. I wasn't expecting any! Gee, disappointing...
As I saw before, there is exactly nothing in here, apart from the book, some clothes, and a pulsating mosquito-sized pebble.
...Mosquito-sized pebble-?...
I pick up the pebble. It's deep red in colour, shiny and deep, like the amber stone the professor in the Jurassic Park movies always carried. It even has a little mosquito in there, sitting in an interesting pose and everything. Right. Okay.
Into my pocket you go.
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