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Angels and Demons By Morpheus This is a story idea that had been bouncing around in my head for over a year before I finally decided to start writing it. Originally, I'd envisioned it as an anime series and as such, I ended up writing it as a serial and posting it on Big Closet and the TG Fiction Yahoo group over a period of about two months. Part 1 I leaned back in the passenger seat of my vehicle, silently listening to the radio. There wasn't any music playing or anything like that, though there was a dispatcher who'd be pissed if we didn't respond when called. My partner Dom sat behind the steering wheel of the ambulance, focusing on the traffic much the way I was focusing on the radio. Dominic Vincenti was a large and brutish looking man whom most people would automatically assume was something like a boxer or mob enforcer. Most people would never guess that he was a very professional EMT or that he was actually a big softy who actually kept teddy bears in the ambulance to comfort scared kids. "Hey kid," Dom said, annoying me with the fact that he kept calling me 'kid' even though I was twenty-six years old. In fact, I was pretty sure that he called me that because it annoyed me, though Dom did have a knack of sticking everyone with nicknames. "Yeah, old man," I responded pleasantly. Dom chuckled at that, probably due to the fact that he wasn't even forty yet. "Are you still thinking about the blonde yesterday?" "Not really," I lied. Yesterday, Dom and I had gotten a call which had left me a bit shaken, though I'd seen things much worse in the year I'd been working this job. A woman had been involved in a domestic violence situation and had several broken bones and multiple lacerations. It wasn't her physical condition that had gotten to me so much as the fact that we'd taken the same woman to the hospital just a couple months earlier. In spite of being put in the hospital by her husband, she'd gone right back to him, only to get hurt even worse. I'd been pissed by the situation, and though Dom hadn't said so, I knew that he was just as upset as I was. In fact, I suspected that if the cops hadn't been present, Dom would have given the husband a matching set of injuries. Dom might be a big softy most of the time, but there were certain things that could make him just as dangerous as he looked. "I just hated seeing that," I finally said. "I mean, you'd think she would have left him after the first time." Dom nodded at that, scowling as he did so. "People don't always make sense," he told me with a snort. "And some people never seem to learn." I wasn't quite sure if he was talking about the wife, the husband, or possibly himself. Since I didn't want to talk about that anymore right now, I asked, "So, how's Mothra doing?" Mothra was the nickname he'd given to his sister-in-law, who he described as a very large woman who seemed to think she was a dainty butterfly. He loved telling stories about how she accidentally broke nearly everything she came in contact with, though I'm not sure how much was exaggeration and how much was completely made up. "She's all right," Dom responded with a chuckle. Then his expression went serious, which was very odd considering the topic. "Damn lucky to be alive though." I was a little surprised that statement since Dom would usually start off by making a joke about her. I hesitated a moment before asking, "What do you mean?" Dom didn't answer right away, but after nearly half a minute, he said, "One of her coworkers went demon." "Holy shit," I blurted out in shock. "At work?" "No," Dom responded, shaking his head. "Killed her own family and then destroyed half the neighborhood before she was taken down." "Damn," I said, not sure what else I could say to that. Dom nodded. "Yeah. If she'd gone demon at work instead of at home..." He didn't say anymore but he didn't need to. If Mothra's coworker had gone demon while at work, then Mothra probably would have been killed. Or even worse, she might have become a demon too. Demons were a very real threat and had been for the last eight years, ever since the first ones had appeared. Of course, they weren't real demons, at least not the kind that supposedly came from Hell. However the term 'demon' was accurate enough for what these monsters were that it had stuck and become the common term that everyone used. "So, how's the girlfriend going?" Dom abruptly asked me, obviously eager to change the topic. The subject of demons was just as depressing as the one of the blonde from yesterday so I was glad to talk about something else. "Not too bad," I told Dom with a shrug. "But honestly, I don't think we'll be together for much longer. Cindy hasn't said anything, but I'm pretty sure she's got her eyes on someone else." "Sorry to hear that, kid," Dom responded. "Are you sure she isn't just playing a game to get your attention?" "Nope," I responded with a chuckle. "But she has been complaining a lot about my hours since the swing shift doesn't leave me a lot of time to spend with her." I was about to say more when the dispatcher called for us on the radio. "We just got received a report of a violent assault over on Harrison Avenue," she said. "The police are already in route..." Without a word, Dom turned on the flashing lights and sped up the ambulance. The traffic began moving out of our way, at least a little. However in a busy city there was usually too much traffic to quickly clear a path, not to mention a lot of people who were reluctant to move until we were right on their asses. When we reached Harrison Avenue, we saw the police lights about a half block ahead of us. Before we could get any closer, the air was suddenly filled with the deafening sound of an old school air raid siren. Dom slammed on the breaks, as did half the cars on the road. The other half were trying to turn around which only resulted in a massive traffic jam that left everyone frozen. "Oh shit," I exclaimed, knowing exactly what that siren meant. It was a demon siren, warning that a demon was believed to be in the area and announcing that we should get away or into hiding as quickly as possible. Most of the other drivers were already responding to this by jumping out of their cars and running to the buildings that lined the street. "We're stuck," Dom snarled, slamming his hand onto the steering wheel in frustration. I stared at the chaos outside the window, briefly wondering whether we should just hunker down inside the ambulance and wait for this to blow over or if we should make a run like everyone else was. Dom decided for me by getting out of the ambulance so I followed him. "Come on," I called out to Dom, pointing to the nearest doorway which was for an office building. A loud roar suddenly filled the air and a moment later a figure fell from the sky and smashed into the top of a car. The figure stood up, revealing itself to be a demon. I froze, staring at him in horror. He was about seven feet tall and mostly human in shape, though there was no mistaking him for a human. He had green skin, a mouth that was far too wide and was full of sharp looking teeth, and then there were his hands...or lack of. At the elbows, his arms formed it two long boney blades that resembled the arms of a praying mantis. The demon let out a strange hissing roar and ten stabbed one of his sword arms right through the top of the car and into the person inside. Then it leapt to another car and began to frantically slash at the roof, slicing it to ribbons. "Let's get out of here," I exclaimed. "Good idea," Dom agreed, only to pause and stare at a little girl who was cowering behind a car, apparently having been separated from her parents in the confusion. "Damn..." Without a word, Dom ran straight to the little girl and picked her up so that he could carry her to safety. The demon saw Dom and jumped at them, driving a blade right through Dom's back. The little girl was thrown back and hit the ground where she screamed in panic. That just seemed to draw the demon's attention. "Dom," I cried out in horror at the sight of my friend lying face down in a pool of blood. My outcry drew the demon's attention away from the little girl and towards me. I gulped, feeling my heart race in terror. I turned and ran, expecting to be attacked from behind at any moment. But then I heard gunfire followed by the roar of the demon. I stopped and dropped down behind a car, peeking my head out enough to see that people had finally arrived to fight the demon. I was a little startled to realize that there were only three soldiers and they were all women, wearing tight black body armor and carrying large guns. However they were approaching the demon almost without fear and opening fire. The demon jumped to the side, leaping an amazing distance and hitting the side of one of the buildings, then he bounced off and shot right towards one of the women. It looked like I was going to go right past her, then he lashed out with his long bladed arm and sliced right through her side. She screamed and dropped to the ground while the demon jumped up and launched himself at a cop who was standing back with his gun in hand, looking as though he was about to piss himself. I understood that feeling completely. I was thankful that the demon was moving away from me with the two other women chasing after it, but I certainly didn't feel safe. I wanted to turn take advantage of this opportunity to run my ass off before I ended up dead like Dom, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. My eyes went to the female soldier who'd been sliced open while saving my life. I grimaced and started towards her. No matter how scared I was, I was still and EMT and this was a woman who needed immediate medical treatment. When I reached the woman, I saw that she'd been injured even worse than I thought. The demon's blade had cut right through her lightweight armor and sliced through her side almost to her spine. There was blood everywhere and I'd left my protective gloves back in the ambulance. Intellectually I knew I should go back and get them in order to protect myself, but this woman didn't have the time to wait so I immediately dropped down beside her and went to work. She was in pretty rough shape, but there was still a small chance she could be saved. The first thing I did was remove her helmet so that I could check her pulse and breathing. She was a beautiful brunette, and to my surprise, much younger than I would have guessed. She couldn't have been much more than eighteen or nineteen. However I didn't pay her appearance much attention and instead focused on her condition. I tried pealing her armor back enough to reach her wound, though it wasn't easy. I needed to stop her bleeding and try keeping her alive until we could get her to the hospital. To my surprise, the woman seemed to stabilize much more quickly than I ever could have imagined. And as I worked to bandage her wound and stop the bleeding, I realized that she wasn't hurt quite as bad as I'd first thought. Still, I remained focused on keeping her alive, not allowing myself to think about my dead friend or the fact that people were fighting a demon just a short distance away. At the moment, this task was all that mattered. Eventually, I heard someone yell out, "All right, the demon is down." There was a noticeable sense of relief in the air, but I didn't get up to get a better look. A minute later, I noticed a group of soldiers coming towards me. These weren't the women in the tight black armor, but were a group of men who were wearing what looked like SWAT gear. I let out a sigh of relief, thankful that help had arrived. "She needs immediate medevac," I called out, nodding to the woman on the ground. The soldiers all stopped and didn't approach any closer. Instead one of them gestured and suddenly all of them raised their guns and pointed them straight at me. I froze, staring at the weapons with a mixture of fear and confusion. After I'd just tried saving that woman, this was not the kind of reaction I was expecting. Part 2 I'd once spent a couple days in jail after a night of heavy drinking and a few stupid decisions. It had been cold, uncomfortable, and nowhere near as nice as the prison cell that I now found myself occupying. In fact, the room I was currently locked within had more in common with a cheap hotel room than it did a jail cell. The room was a little larger than the bedroom I'd had when I was a kid, it had cold but spotlessly clean tiles on the floor, and even a real bed rather than a cot that was bolted to the wall. In fact, there was even a small bathroom with a shower stall. But of course, technically I was in quarantine rather than under arrest. After I'd been taken into custody two days ago, I'd been brought here by helicopter...wherever here was. I'd been run through a decontamination shower and then placed in this room with nothing to wear but a jogging suit that was just a little too large for me. They hadn't even provided shoes. I sat down on the plastic chair that had been provided and scowled in frustration, worry, and boredom. I absently scratched at my arm as I considered my situation and how I really didn't even know what my situation was. What I did know was that in the two days I'd been here, doctors had come in four times to give me a quick examination and take a blood sample, then they'd leave without saying a word to me. They'd completely ignored each and every question I asked about why I was there, when I could get out, and even about whether or not that soldier had survived her injuries. Of course, I had my suspicions about why I was here and they weren't good ones. I was obviously in quarantine and the fact that the doctors always wore biohazard suits when they came in to see me gave me a pretty good idea of what my situation was. I'd been present during a demon attack, and more than that, I'd actually had physical contact with blood from a demon's victim. "The Harkon virus," I said bitterly. I looked down at my arm and noticed that my arm hair had all fallen out where I'd been scratching. I brushed the loose hair aside and stared at the bald batch with a cold knot of dread forming in my stomach. This was the first real evidence that my fears were correct. Because of my carelessness, it looks like I'd been infected. I remained where I was for another half hour, my mind going in circles as I thought about what it would mean if I was actually infected. Unfortunately that was the only reason I could think of which would explain why I'd been locked up in quarantine like this, or at least why they hadn't let me go yet. At first, I wanted to deny it was even possible, but I knew it was far too likely and a sense of cold hopelessness settled over me. "It looks like Dom was the lucky one," I whispered sadly. A minute later, I heard the pressure seal from the door being released, giving me enough warning to watch the door as it swung open. A soldier in biohazard gear stepped inside the room and stood to the side of the door, keeping his eyes on me but making no move towards his weapon. This guard or another one like him was always the first one to enter when the doctors arrived and the last to leave. And though he never made a threatening move, it was quite clear that he was there to make sure I behaved. Next, I expected the doctors to come in as they had before, but to my surprise, it was a beautiful young woman who entered instead. She was about eighteen or nineteen, with shoulder length brunette hair and she was wearing a black jumpsuit of some sort. And of course, I couldn't help but immediately noticing that she wasn't wearing a biohazard suit the way everyone else had been. "Jarrod West," she greeted me with my name, showing that she knew who I was. I wasn't the least bit surprised by that since they'd taken my wallet when they brought me here. I stared at her for a moment before gasping in recognition. "You survived," blurted out, immediately feeling stupid for stating the obvious. "I'm surprised you're up and walking after an injury like that." The young woman stared at me for a moment and then gave me a faint smile before saying, "That wasn't me you helped. That was my sister Nicole." "Is she...is she still alive?" I asked, not sure whether I should hope she was or not. If she was infected, it would probably be a mercy to let her die of her injuries "She is alive and doing well," the woman told me with a slightly wider smile. "There is a good chance that she would have survived her injuries, but your help made it certain. Thank you for that." Then she turned to the guard and asked, "Felix, could you give us some privacy?" "Sure thing," the guard said, which was the first time I'd heard him talk or do anything other than look threatening. He left the room, sealing the door back behind him. Once we were alone, she gave me a thoughtful look and said, "I'm Rebecca Vaughn and I'm here to answer your questions. You're probably wondering what's going on." "I assumed I'd been infected," I said after a moment, giving Rebecca a curious look. "But you're not wearing any protective gear." Rebecca nodded faintly, staring at me with an odd expression that I couldn't quite make out. She sat down on the edge of my bed and shook her head. Then she finally said, "I've got good news and bad news for you." "Somehow, that doesn't sound very promising," I commented. "The bad news is that you are infected with the Harkon virus," Rebecca told me with a sympathetic look. "The good news is that you aren't going to turn into a demon." I collapsed into the plastic chair and felt myself deflate. "How are you going to do it?" I asked quietly, not able to bring myself to look at Rebecca. "Lethal injection? Poison gas?" Then I gestured to the door, "Or is that guy going to put a bullet in my head?" "No," Rebecca quickly blurted out. "It's nothing like that..." She hesitated for a moment, giving me another odd look before asking, "How much do you know about the Harkon virus?" "The same as everyone else," I answered, trying hard to appear calm and hide the fact that I was shaking. "Some government scientists were working on a retrovirus that could improve human DNA so they could create super soldiers, but it mutated and got loose. Anyone who gets infected turns into a psychotic monster...a demon." Rebecca nodded at that, having a dark look on her face as she did so. "There is more to it than just that," she said quietly. Then she stared at me for several seconds before carefully adding, "What I'm about to tell you is highly classified." I blinked at that, feeling confused but even more curious. It didn't make much sense for me to be locked up in quarantine like this with people refusing to answer even the most basic questions, then to suddenly have them give me classified information. "Okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and calm. "My mother was one of the scientists on the Harkon Project," Rebecca said with a scowl, immediately catching my full attention. "They were nearly finished with the virus, a stable version that would have worked exactly as intended. The only real downside was that it would need to be customized for every person they wanted to augment." She paused to shake her head with a loud sigh. "Unfortunately higher ups and bureaucrats got involved and wanted even more bang for their buck. They realized that the virus had the potential for more powerful augmentations and insisted the research team go further." I snorted at that and muttered, "Figures." The government had always been fairly vague on the details of the accident, and of course it made sense that they'd keep this quiet. They wouldn't want the public to realize that the bureaucrats and politicians were as much to blame for the existence of demons as the scientists. "My mother protested that this new direction was unsafe," Rebecca continued with a sad shake of her head, "so Doctor Martin Yavich took over the lead. They removed the safety features and limits, making the virus more versatile and powerful...but far less stable. But while Yavich's people did that, my mother completed the original version so she could use it to save me." "Save you?" I asked. "I was born with a genetic disorder," she explained with a wry smile. "A degenerative disease that was slowly destroying my body. I was always sick and frail and it only got worse as I got older. I was in a wheelchair by the time I was twelve and the doctors all said that I'd be lucky to make it to eighteen...and that there was no chance I'd survive until twenty-one." "Damn," I exclaimed, staring at Rebecca in surprise. She looked perfectly healthy to me and was obviously didn't need a wheelchair to get around. "My condition is why my mom began working on the project in the first place," Rebecca told me with a sad look. "She thought that this technology was the only way to save me from my disease, and she was right. I had just turned nineteen and was probably only months away from dying when my mom finished the virus. She customized it for me with my own DNA, then she injected me with it." Rebecca paused for a moment to give me a faint smile before adding, "I was the first person to ever be infected with the Harkon virus. It quickly changed me, repairing my genetic damage and turning me into an idealized version of myself. But it did more than that. The virus had originally been designed to create super soldiers, so it augmented me in that fashion as well, making me much stronger, faster, and smarter." I stared at Rebecca, feeling a little stunned and uncertain of what to think. I couldn't help but suddenly feeling a little scared of her since eight years of news reports about demons had conditioned me to be afraid of anyone who had the Harkon virus. Everything I'd ever heard until now insisted that anyone who was infected with it was a ticking time bomb who would sooner or later become a murderous monster. "Unfortunately," Rebecca said, giving me a wry smile, "my mom discovered that there was one problem with the virus that she hadn't counted on. After my change, it not only remained in my system, but it was also contagious under certain circumstances. Because of that, I remained in moderate quarantine at the lab while my mom looked for a way fix this." Rebecca went silent at that, staring off to the side with a sad look on her face without looking at me. It was obvious that this wasn't easy for her to talk about so I remained quiet and waited for her to continue at her own pace. "I had the A strain of the Harkon virus," Rebecca finally said, her expression turning grim and almost angry. "Then Doctor Yavich became infected with the B strain that he and his team had been working on. I don't know if it was an accident or if he intentionally infected himself in order to prove that his strain was the superior one. What I do know is that it not only increased his strength and toughness, it also began altering him in ways that no one expected. It turned him into the first demon." I scowled at that, angry that so many deaths had been caused by greedy bureaucrats and a careless scientist. How many people had lost their lives due to demons over the last eight years? I didn't know any numbers but it was definitely far too high for something that should have been avoided completely. "Yavich went on a rampage," Rebecca continued with a deep scowl. "He attacked everyone and everything at the labs, killing nearly everyone he encountered. And even worse, most of those who survived became infected and turned demon themselves." She paused to shake her head, looking almost as though she was in pain before adding, "The B strain... what we usually call the demon strain is more contagious than the version in my system. Any physical contact with a demon is usually enough to infect you and sometimes just getting close can be enough." For a moment, I just stared at Rebecca, then I asked, "Your mom?" "One of the lucky ones," Rebecca answered quietly. "She died quickly." "I'm sorry," I said, not sure what else to say about something like that. Rebecca nodded at that and continued. "I was badly injured during the attack, and in the process, several people came in contact with my blood and were accidentally infected. A security guard, a receptionist, and a lab assistant...they were all infected with my virus... and with my DNA. Afterwards, they all changed. They all turned into clones of me." "Oh shit," I blurted out in shock as I suddenly realized what Rebecca was getting to. I jumped out of my seat and exclaimed, "That's what I'm infected with..." "Yes," Rebecca responded, giving me a sympathetic look. "When you helped Nicole, you got infected with the A strain...what we call the angel strain. Our doctors have spent the last two days confirming it. In about a week, you'll be seeing my face looking back from the mirror. I'm sorry." "Oh God," I gasped, staring at the bald spot on my forearm where the hair had all fallen out. If Rebecca was right, and I had absolutely no reason to believe she wasn't, this was only the beginning. "There isn't a cure," Rebecca told me gently. "Not for the demon strain and not for the angel strain." "I know," I whispered, sitting back down again, feeling just as shaken as I did a few minutes ago when she confirmed that I had the Harkon virus. Everyone knows that when it came to the Harkon virus, there was no vaccine, no cure, and no hope. When the first demons appeared and their origins became public, there had been a huge international outcry that resulted in treaties and strict bans against the retrovirus technology, with harsh penalties for any who violated this. Some countries even stated that they would view any further retrovirus research as an act of war. Ironically the rules that were created to prevent more disasters like the demons also prevented research for a cure. Rebecca sat back down on the bed and gave me a minute before she said, "After the demons were loose, my new sisters and I realized that we were the best people to deal with them. After all, we're augmented too. We're strong, fast, heal quickly, and we're immune to the demon strain. We joined a newly created demon suppression unit and formed Angel Squad, the core of the unit." "Jarrod," Rebecca said, getting back up and then putting a hand on my shoulder. "I know this isn't easy to absorb. Unfortunately the fact of the matter is that your old life is over. As far as everyone in the outside is concerned, you are officially dead. You were killed by a demon while attempting to save a life. When you helped Nicole, you accidentally stepped into something that the government doesn't want to get out...the existence of the angel strain." "Then what happens to me now?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice calm and under control. I'd wondered why she was telling me something classified and now I knew. They didn't plan on letting me leave. My eyes darted to the door and I had a momentary thought of trying to escape, though I quickly squashed it. First, I'd have to get past Rebecca, then hope the door was unlocked, then deal with Felix who was probably on the other side, and then who knows what. Instead I turned my attention back to Rebecca, who I suspected was my best chance, though my best chance for what I didn't know. "The government won't let you reveal our existence or that of the angel strain," Rebecca told me, sitting back down on the bed again and giving me a thoughtful look. "They don't want the public to panic over a second strain, nor do they want to take a chance on this one getting out too." She paused and gave me a faint smile. "Not to brag, but there are actually a lot of people who'd intentionally try to get infected. After all, there are a lot of benefits to being augmented like this." Then she shook her head and admitted, "But to be honest, I don't like the idea of countless strangers running around with my face and DNA." "I can understand that," I responded grimly, not taking my eyes off her. "But as for your situation," she said with a sigh, "whether you like it or not, you are going to change. The process has already begun. And of course, the government isn't going to let you just walk away while you're infected. As I see it, you have only two choices. You can remain in protective custody for an indefinite period. You'll be given your own quarters, free access to a large area of the base, and even a job if you want one. But you won't be allowed to just leave." "And my other choice?" I asked with a scowl, wondering if it involved eating a bullet. "Join Angel Squad," Rebecca answered with a faint smile. "Help us fight the demons and save lives." "What?" I blurted out, staring at her in surprise. That was definitely not the option I'd been expecting. Rebecca gave me another faint smile and told me, "Over the last two days, not only have the doctors been verifying your infection, but we've also been doing security checks to see if you were trustworthy. You should know, I was the one who recommended this option to the higher ups. You could have run away from the demon but you risked your life to stay and help a complete stranger. That's the kind of person I want watching my back. That's the kind of person I want to call sister." I just sat there, feeling stunned and overwhelmed by everything I'd just learned. I was especially floored by the revelation that I was going to turn into a girl, that I was going to turn into a clone of Rebecca. The whole idea seemed preposterous and even impossible. However I didn't think that she'd made this up. And when she'd mentioned possibly calling me sister, it had driven this all in even deeper and somehow made it even more real. "Jarrod," Rebecca said, putting a hand on my shoulder again. "I'm sorry this all happened to you...that you lost your old life and have to make this kind of decision. You deserve better after you tried helping Nicole, but if you give us a chance, it might not be so bad. I'll go and let you think about it, but regardless of what you choose, I'm going to get you moved somewhere a little less confined." With that, Rebecca nodded at me and then turned and left the room. I stared after her, my mind and emotions swirling while I tried absorbing everything and making sense of it all. I had no idea what to make of my situation, only that I didn't like it one bit. Part 3 When Rebecca returned for me, she immediately handed me a red plastic box that was about the size of a pencil case. "Here," she said pleasantly. "You're going to need this." I stared at the box for a moment in curiosity and then opened it. I was startled to see that there was a syringe inside as well as a dozen small vials full of liquid. I gave her a questioning look. "Medicine," she explained with a wry smile. "You'll need to take a shot before you're allowed to leave this quarantine room and then you'll need to take one every day." "What's this for?" I asked suspiciously, picking up one of the small vials to examine it closer. "All of us angels are required to take it," Rebecca told me patiently. "My mom designed this drug for me before her death. It makes us less infectious." I was a little startled by that explanation and said, "I didn't think there was anything even remotely like a vaccine..." "Unfortunately you're correct," Rachael responded. "This isn't a vaccine or anything like it. Normally, we angels can infect others through body fluids. This merely reduces just how contagious we are and makes it safer for us to be near others. With this, saliva and other...fluids are no longer infectious. Just coming in contact with our blood won't infect anyone either, not unless they get it into their blood stream." I gave Rebecca a flat look and asked, "Then how am I here?" "I'm sorry," Rebecca told me with an apologetic look. "When we get injured, the virus in our system tries healing us and goes into hyperdrive. When that happens, this drug goes out the window and we become contagious again." Rebecca took the vial from my hand and then removed the syringe from the box. She snapped the vial into the back of the syringe and then grabbed my arm, giving me the shot. "You'll get used to this," she said with a shrug. "Think of it as being diabetic. Now let's go see your new quarters." "Aren't we forgetting something?" I asked, gesturing down to my bare feet. "You guys took my shoes." Rebecca rolled her eyes at that, then went to the door which she'd left open when she'd entered. "Get Jarrod some shoes," she called out. Then she turned to me and shook her head. "Sorry, but they destroyed your shoes along with the rest of your clothes. They had Nicole's blood on them." Then Rebecca gestured to the vials and said, "In case you're wondering, that stuff doesn't work on the demons. Their strain is always in hypderdrive." Once a guard arrived with a pair of shoes for me, Rebecca led me out of the quarantine room. I was glad to be out of there since I was starting to feel claustrophobic, but I knew I was still a prisoner. I was just being moved into a bigger cell. When we left the building, Rebecca gave me a reassuring smile and said, "It's not much further. We have an area that's reserved just for us angels." I gave Rebecca a quickly look and exclaimed, "I never said I was going to join your squad." Rebecca just smiled at that and explained, "Whether you do or not, we all decided that this was the best place to put you. Between the security situation, infection concerns, and rest of us angels already being there, it only makes sense." I scowled at that but continued walking beside her. Thankfully Rebecca hadn't really been pressuring me to make a decision. In fact, since she'd come back for me, she hadn't mentioned it at all until I brought the subject up. Ever since Rebecca had told me about my choices, I'd been thinking about them and not liking either. The real fact was that I hated everything about my entire situation. I was infected with a virus that was going to turn me into a girl and then I was going to be stuck in one form of quarantine or another for the rest of my life, just so the government could make sure I didn't spill their secrets. There wasn't anything about that to like. Of course, Rebecca hadn't said it specifically, but she'd sort of suggested that I'd be given more trust and freedom if I joined her squad and helped fight demons. However the idea of intentionally looking for demons seemed to be a rather stupid one and I couldn't imagine who in their right mind would want to do that. In fact, the very idea of encountering another demon like that was nearly enough to make me piss myself. "We're here," Rebecca announced when we reached the front of a two or three story building. There was a door in front of us that had a symbol painted on it that looked like a pair of angel wings with a halo floating over the top of them. I vaguely remembered seeing that symbol before, on a patch the soldier was wearing while I tried saving her life. I glanced to Rebecca, noting that she wore a patch with the same symbol on her shoulder as well. Rebecca entered a code into the keypad beside the door and then announced, "Enter freely and of your own will." "This is where you live?" I asked, feeling a little uncertain. "Yep," Rebecca agreed, giving me a grin. "Angel Squad has the whole building and a fenced off area behind it. It's a lot of space for just us, but it gives us privacy and we don't need to worry about accidentally infecting anyone else here." She gestured around as we went inside saying, "We have sleeping quarters, laundry, a kitchen, recreation areas, a hot tub, and even our own swimming pool." "Damn," I exclaimed in surprise. When Rebecca had said she was moving me out of the quarantine room, I hadn't expected something like this. "And yes," she added with a smirk, "we do call it Heaven." "How many people live here?" I asked, thinking about the size of the building. Rebecca was silent for a moment before answering, "Four, including you." She shook her head sadly and then added, "We used to have another sister, but Lisa was killed by a demon a few years ago." "I'm sorry," I said, not sure what else I could say to that. "Come on," Rebecca told me as she started for some stairs, "I'll show you to your room and then give you the nickel tour." A minute later, I was standing inside of the bedroom that had been assigned to me. It was a moderately sized room that could have done quite well as a studio apartment, and it was even already furnished, including a queen sized bed. However as I looked it over, I noticed one glaring problem. "There isn't a bathroom," I told Rebecca. "We have a community bathroom and showers just a few doors down," she told me with a chuckle. "Even my previous accommodations came with a bathroom," I said, more as a joke than anything. "I thought you said this place was Heaven." Rebecca chuckled at that. "It is annoying," she admitted. "This building used to be a barracks, but when they remodeled it, they skimped when it came to updating this section. Apparently, stripping everything to the bones and then installing all new plumbing was a bit more than the budget allowed." "So, there's a hot tub but no toilet for my room," I muttered with a shake of my head. I left the plastic case with the medicine in my room and then went with Rebecca while she showed me the rest of the building. It was definitely spacious and seemed even more so because it was completely empty of other people. The top floor contained most of the real living area while the bottom floor contained things like a gym, training room, and storage. The pool Rebecca had mentioned was in back of the building. "You have free range of Heaven," Rebecca told me once she was done with the tour. "But for now, the higher ups want one of us to escort you whenever you go elsewhere on base." She gave me an apologetic look at that. I nodded at that, then admitted, "It's a bit more freedom than I was expecting." "None of this is your fault," she said with a sigh. "And it's a shitty reward for trying to save someone's life. We're trying to make this as easy on you as we can." "I appreciate it," I said, absently scratching my arm. I looked down and scowled, no longer having any hair on my arms at all. And though I hadn't checked, from the faint itching my legs, I was fairly sure that my arms weren't the only things that had gone bald. "Now that you've seen Heaven," Rebecca told me with a grin, "it's time for you to meet the other angels." I was a bit nervous about meeting these women, though admittedly, I was curious about Nicole. After the condition she'd been in the last time I saw her, I wanted to see for myself if she was all right. "They're eager to meet you," Rebecca told me with a grin. "I asked them to hold back for a bit though so I could give you the tour first. I didn't want to overwhelm you with too much at once." "And all this isn't too much at once?" I asked bitterly, thing about everything I'd already been hit with. Rebecca just gave me a sympathetic look and said, "Come on." We went back to the dining room area that Rebecca had shown me a short time earlier, and to my surprise, there were four beers sitting out on the table. When we came through here earlier, the table had been completely empty. "We thought you could use a drink," Rebecca's voice said, though Rebecca hadn't said a word. I snapped around and saw Rebecca standing in the side doorway, even though she was also standing beside me. It took a moment to realize that Rebecca had shoulder length hair while this new Rebecca had hair that went to her mid back. This other Rebecca stepped the rest of the way into the dining room while another Rebecca came in behind her. This one had fairly short hair that was bleached blonde. She even had a half dozen rings through each ear. "These are my sisters," Rebecca said with a grin, gesturing to the newcomers. "Dani and Nicole." "I'm really sorry about this," the one with the long hair said, giving me a guilty look. "This is my fault. If I hadn't gotten distracted, this never would have happened." "What...?" I started, then paused in realization. "You're the one I patched up. Nicole..." "Not fair," the blonde one said, handing a five dollar bill over to Rebecca who just stood there smirking. "Nicole gave it up." "He had a fifty percent chance of guessing right anyway," Nicole told Dani. "How can you be up and walking after that?" I blurted out, staring at Nicole. Nicole lifted her shirt enough to give me a good view of her side, which had a nasty looking scar where she'd been torn open. "We heal fast," she explained with a self-conscious smile. "The scar will be gone by tomorrow." I nodded at that, staring at Nicole and then Dani, feeling a little stunned by just how much they looked like Rebecca. They were all identical, except for the hair and the fact that Dani had more piercings in her ears. "I really appreciate what you did for me," Nicole said as she came up to me. "If you hadn't helped me, I probably would have bled out before healing enough to stop it." Then Nicole surprised me by leaning forward and kissing me on the lips. Her lips lingered against mine before she slowly pulled back, smirking faintly as she did so. "Hey," Rebecca protested. "He's going to be one of us soon." "But he isn't yet," Nicole pointed out. "Nice to meet you," Dani said, holding out her hand. As I shook it, she gave me an odd look and said, "You're in for a rough road, but it probably won't be as bad as you think." "Have a seat," Rebecca said, handing me one of the beers from the table before taking one for herself. "Since you're going to be living here with us for the foreseeable future, I think we should get to know each other a little better." Part 4 I woke up early, still feeling exhausted since I hadn't slept well last night. In fact, I hadn't slept well at all over the last few nights. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing Dom being impaled by that demon, or just as bad, I would think about what my own future held. After laying there for at least ten minutes, I sat up on the edge of my bed and rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up. Then I turned on the light and decided that I might as well get up and take a shower. For a brief moment, I wondered if any of those girls were up and about yet. After all, I certainly wouldn't want to bump into one of them in the bathroom or while using the communal shower. Of course, it might be a nice view for me if that happened. "You're going to look just like them before long," I reminded myself bitterly. Intellectually I knew that this was actually a much better fate than what I'd previously expected. I'd spent two days thinking that I was going to either turn into a demon or be killed by the government before that happened. Compared to that, being turned into a girl wasn't really that bad. "It still sucks," I muttered with a shake of my head. Last night, the three angels had all been friendly towards me and even sympathetic. They seemed like nice people, though it was a bit eerie talking to them since they sounded identical to each other. At least when I was looking at them, their hair styles allowed me to tell them apart. In spite of the way they were all friendly and welcoming, I had no doubt that they were also keeping an eye on me. I had a feeling that if I tried sneaking out now, one of them would 'just happen' to show up. Then I thought that maybe I could find a way to contact my family to let them know I was really alive. After all, all I needed was an open computer or a cell phone and I could call my girlfriend Cindy or my parents. "I know I'm supposed to be dead," I mused to myself, imagining the conversation I'd have with them. "But I'm really still alive, though I do have the Harkon virus. Oh, and I'm going to turn into a girl too..." Somehow I couldn't imagine any of that working out very well. In fact, the more I thought about it, the worse I imagined that conversation turning out. With a shake of my head, I went and grabbed some of the clothes that Rebecca had given me last night. There really weren't a lot of clothes, mostly just a few jogging suits. After all, it was pointless giving me more than that when none of it would fit me in a few days. A few minutes later, I was in the showers, feeling thankful that I was the only one there. It was a lot like being back in high school and using the locker room showers, though admittedly, these were a little nicer. "Reminds me of the days back on the swim team," I muttered to myself, glad that this time I didn't have anyone else around to worry about. While washing myself off, I couldn't help but noticing that nearly all of the hair below my neck had fallen out. My arms, legs, and chest were all completely void of hair and the skin seemed somehow softer and smoother as well. I gulped at that but tried not to think about it too much. Once I was finished with my shower, I dried myself off and got dressed, not even bothering to make the short trek back to my room. Then I looked into one of the bathroom mirrors, taking a long look at my face and trying to see if there were any changes. "My hair," I said, noticing that it was several shades darker than my normal sandy blonde color, not to mention an inch longer. The changes to my body weren't too bad so far, but I knew that they would only get worse. I even knew what the end result was going to be, though that didn't mean I had any desire to get there. "At least I'm not turning into a demon," I said, trying to think of the positive side. I let out a sigh and then went to find something to eat. I knew where the kitchen was but had no idea of how well stocked it was. Then again, I wasn't exactly Bobby Flay so my best hope was that they at least had milk and cereal. Preferably the sugary kind with a silly toy inside. When I reached the kitchen, I was met with the delicious aroma of coffee, which quickly drew me to the coffee machine on the counter which contained half a pot. I inhaled deeply of the enticing scent, then looked around for a cup. "Ah, another coffee addict," a now familiar voice said from behind me. I turned and saw Rebecca standing there, wearing a pink bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee in her hand. Then I had to correct myself, realizing that it wasn't Rebecca but Nicole. "You should fit right in," Nicole said with a chuckle. "To be honest," I told her with a sigh, "I'm not really looking forward to fitting in." "I don't blame you," she responded with an apologetic look. She sat down on a stool by the counter, staring at me for a moment before saying, "You should probably talk to Dani. She knows what you're going through a little better than I do." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Dani used to be a guy too," Nicole told me. I blinked in surprise at that. "Really?" Nicole nodded. "She doesn't like talking about it much but she used to be a security guard at the project. Dan was a pretty big guy and spent a lot of time at the gym." She paused at that, smiling as she mused, "I worked as a receptionist there and he'd come buy my desk and flirt with me all the time. He was always showing off his muscles." I thought about Dani and had a hard time imagining that she'd ever been a guy. However since the angel strain was changing me, there was no reason that it couldn't have changed other guys before me. "Make no mistake," Nicole told me. "Dani isn't who she used to be any more than I am. We both had to do a lot of adjusting, though admittedly, she had a bit more to do." "What about you?" I asked her. "What were you like before you changed?" "Well," Nicole mused thoughtfully, "I was blond haired, a bit bigger up top than I am now, and I hate to admit it but I was a bit of a bimbo. I was more interested in guys and fashion than in what was going on in that lab." She shook her head at that, looking sad. I couldn't blame her for that since she'd actually been there for the birth of the demons. She'd actually been part of the events that had changed the entire world, and not for the better. "What was it like?" I asked. "Rebecca told me a little about the day this all happened to you guys, but she didn't go into a lot of details." Nicole was silent for several long seconds and I thought she wasn't going to answer me. Then she said, "I was at my desk, talking to Dan. He'd been doing his rounds and stopped to flirt with me. Then some sirens started to go off, and before I knew what was happening, Rebecca came out of the lab, all torn up and bleeding. Lisa, a geek girl who worked as one of the lab assistants, was helping her..." "And that's how you got infected?" I asked. "Yeah," Nicole agreed. "Dan and I tried helping her, and you know what that does..." "So you got infected the same way I did," I said, giving her a curious look. "I guess it is kind of similar," she agreed, giving me a thoughtful look. "I really do feel guilty about this though." "It's not your fault," I responded with a sigh, wishing that there was someone else I could blame this all on. "If I'd gone back for my gloves..." "Then I might have bled out and died," she pointed out with a faint smile. "At least, someone who wasn't augmented would have." I couldn't very well argue with that since I knew she was right. At the time, I'd just wanted to help someone who was dying in front of me and I hadn't really cared about the risks to myself. Now, I just had to deal with the consequences of that decision. "At least I'm not turning into a demon," I told her with a weak chuckle. "There is that," Nicole agreed, giving me another odd look. "What?" I asked, a little disconcerted by the way she was staring at me. "I really want to thank you for risking yourself for me," Nicole said, setting her cup of coffee down and then beginning to undo her bathrobe. "I feel bad about you getting infected for doing it and want to make it up to you a bit." With that Nicole opened her bathrobe and exposed her naked body to me. I stared in amazement, immediately getting hard. She definitely had a killer body, sexy and well-toned with perfectly shaped breasts. "What about the others?" I asked, suddenly afraid that Rebecca or Dani would come into the kitchen at any moment. "Don't worry about them," Nicole told me smugly. "I asked them to give me a little private time with you. Why do you think they haven't come out of their rooms yet? We're all early risers..." Nicole gave me a kiss and I certainly wasn't about to protest that. I kissed her back, enjoying it as she pressed her breasts up against me and turned me on even more. As an EMT, I've had people thank me before and even offer me cash bonuses. However this was the first time anyone had ever tried rewarding me like this. "Isn't this going a bit fast?" I asked, thinking about the fact that I'd only met her yesterday. I'd never gotten a girl in the sack so fast and usually had to do a lot of wining and dining first. I certainly wasn't complaining, but I was a bit thrown off. "This is probably the last chance you'll ever get to have sex as a guy," Nicole pointed out, giving me another quick kiss. "That's why we have to do this now if we're going to do it at all. With your hormones and everything else changing, mister happy will probably stop working well before you actually lose it." I didn't protest any more after that and just kissed her, trying not to think about the fact that I'd actually look like her before long. Her bathrobe dropped to the floor and my clothes followed moments later. We ended up on the kitchen table, with me going at it with a desperation to get everything I could out of this while I still could. To my disappointment, I didn't last nearly as long as I wanted before I lost my load and couldn't continue, but Nicole didn't complain. Instead she just held me as I started to cry. Part 5 It was early evening and I was sitting around the dinner table with my new housemates. Dinner consisted of chili and cornbread, something that I wouldn't have expected a bunch of girls to make. Of course, it was Dani who'd done all the cooking, though the other two didn't seem to mind the meal. "Damn," I exclaimed, taking a gulp of water to wash the flames out of my mouth. "How can you all eat this?" This was definitely the spiciest chili I'd ever had in my life. My tongue still felt like it was burning but none of the girls seemed bothered at all. "Sorry," Dani apologized though she had a faint smirk. "I guess you don't like spicy food." "We have a high tolerance," Rebecca exclaimed with a smile. "I guess we forgot that most people can't handle it as easily as we do." All three of them had identical amused looks which made me realize that they were messing with me. This was some kind of hazing thing for the new guy. "That's all right," I said, trying to act as though I hadn't realized this was some sort of game. "Most of the time we eat at the base chow hall," Rebecca told me, taking a large bite of her chili. "None of us are great cooks." She glanced to Dani. "But we thought it would be safest to keep you here until you finished changing." "Safest?" I asked warily. "While you're changing, your virus is in hyperdrive," Rebecca pointed out. "Until you stabilize, the shots to make you less contagious won't really be very effective." "And staying here will probably be less embarrassing for you too," Dani added with a wry smile. "Trust me, you don't want a bunch of strangers watching you go through it all and staring." I nodded at that, knowing that both points were good ones. I didn't want to be infected and I certainly didn't want to accidentally put anyone else through this either. However from what Rebecca had told me, even without the shots it should still be fairly easy to avoid infecting anyone else. While I continued eating, mostly the cornbread since the chili was a little hot for me, I watched the others. With the way they acted with each other, it was hard to believe that they weren't natural triplets and lifelong sisters. My eyes went to Nicole and I blushed a bit as I thought about this morning. I still felt embarrassed over how it all ended, both too quickly and with me sobbing like a little girl. I'd decided to blame both of those things on the Harkon virus and screwed up hormones. Nicole hadn't said a thing about this morning and almost seemed to be pretending it never happened. Maybe she wanted to spare me the embarrassment over it, or maybe she thought it would be weird to dwell on it when soon I'd be looking like her as well. Fortunately neither Dani or Rebecca had said anything either. The three of them had stayed in Heaven with me all day, with only one of them leaving at a time. Rebecca had said that it was because they had the day off but I suspected there was more to it than that. Maybe they wanted to keep an eye on me so I didn't do anything stupid like trying to escape or contact the outside world, or maybe they were just trying to help me adjust to my changing circumstances. When everyone was done eating, I helped clear the table and do dishes. My body felt a bit off as I did this, a bit...wrong. I hadn't really noticed any more changes since this morning, at least not more than my hair growing another two inches, but I could still feel it. Once Rebecca and I finished with the dishes, we went to the rec room where Dani was sitting by an open window, smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke outside. She was the only one of the three who smoked and it was obvious that Rebecca and Nicole didn't really approve. "Do you have to smoke those smelly things in here?" Rebecca asked Dani with a sigh. "You know how much the smell lingers." Dani didn't respond to them, though she did look at me and asked, "Do you smoke?" I shook my head at that before responding, "I tried it a few times but didn't like it." "Damn," Dani said as she put out her cigarette. "I was hoping I wouldn't be outnumbered anymore." I went over to Dani, who was the only one of the three that I hadn't spent any time with alone. And after what Nicole told me about her this morning, she was the one I wanted to talk to the most. "Nicole said you used to be a guy," I said, deciding not to wait until I had her alone. Dani gave Nicole a look of annoyance before looking back at me. "Yeah, but that was a long time ago and a whole other life." "Does...does it hurt?" I asked nervously, not sure exactly what the process would entail. I just couldn't imagine the human body going through that kind of transformation without it being complete and utter agony. "Changing?" Dani asked. She hesitated a moment before answering. "Some of it does." She gave me an apologetic look. "Sorry, but it's gonna get worse before it gets better." I winced at that, almost wishing that I hadn't asked that question. I'd already been worried enough about my body changing and now I was even more nervous about it. "This takes a bit to get used to," Dani admitted, gesturing down at herself. "But trust me, it isn't the end of the world. In fact, it's more like the beginning. You just need to realize that your old life is ending and a new one is starting up. You have an opportunity to start over and become a whole new person." "You should try to embrace it," Nicole added, giving me a reassuring smile. "It won't be easy, but Jarrod West is dying and someone new is being born." Then she grinned and said, "It's kind of exciting." "We've all been through it," Rebecca told me gently. "Well, Nicole and I didn't do the sex change thing, but we did change a lot." I stared at Rebecca for a moment and then asked, "But wasn't it your own DNA?" "True," Rebecca agreed with a grin. "But my disease was filtered out and I was made into more of an idealized version of myself. I was four inches shorter, underdeveloped, and stuck with a wheelchair and oxygen tank. When I first changed, I thought the Harkon virus was the best thing that ever happened to me." "And the worst thing to happen to the rest of the world," I muttered bitterly. "I know," Rebecca responded with a sigh. "I know that better than anyone. It gave me a chance to finally start a real life, but also resulted in my mom's death. You have no idea how many times I've cursed Doctor Yavich." "I'm sorry," I told her, feeling guilty for bringing up painful memories. Then Dani abruptly asked, "Hey, you want to play some more ping-pong?" "No, I think I've had enough ping-pong," I responded with a wince as I remembered my earlier game with Dani. When Dani and I had played ping-pong a couple hours ago, she'd kicked my ass without even trying. I'd always thought I was decent at the game, but Dani had proven otherwise. "Then how about a video game?" Dani asked me, smirking faintly. "Sure," I responded with a sigh. I wasn't really in the mood for games but I could definitely use another distraction. In fact, my new housemates had been doing quite a bit to keep my distracted today and I appreciated it. The game Dani plugged in was one that I'd played a thousand times before and which I'd long since gotten bored with. However it was just the thing I needed to take my mind off my problems. Or at least I thought it was until Dani began kicking my ass again. Finally, Rebecca leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Enhanced reflexes and hand eye coordination. You'll need another week if you want a chance at winning." I glared at Dani who was looking rather smug. Rebecca and Nicole both sat back laughing, making me realize that this whole gaming thing was yet another hazing thing. It was either that or Dani just showing off, probably a bit of both. "Don't worry about it," Dani said, lighting a cigarette and going to the window. "We can have a rematch after you finish changing." "Gee, I am so looking forward to that," I responded sarcastically, earning a snicker from Nicole. About an hour later, the pressure in my bladder was demanding attention so I started for the bathroom. My whole body still felt subtly wrong, though I still couldn't point out any specific thing that had really changed. I staggered a little as I walked down the hallway, almost tripping over my own feet. While I was doing my business, I grabbed my penis and tried to determine if it had shrunk any. I thought it might have become just a little smaller, though that might just have been my fears and imagination. "Oh God," I whispered, nearly shaking. "This can't be happening." Then I staggered back towards the rec room, feeling as though my body was gaining weight with every step. My limbs felt so heavy and it was only getting worse. I didn't even make it to the rec room before I tripped and fell face first into the floor. "Jarrod," Rebecca called out, rushing to me and helping me to my feet. "She gave me a worried look and said, "I think you need to get to bed." "But I'm not tired," I protested, punctuating that with a loud yawn. It wasn't anywhere near my normal bed time yet I was completely and total exhausted. "Sure you aren't," I Rebecca responded, easily holding me up and helping me to my room. She got me to my bed where I immediately collapsed, unable to really keep my eyes open. "Is he all right?" either Dani or Nicole asked from the doorway. "I think so," Rebecca responded from beside me. "This is just putting a lot of stress on his body. You remember how it is." I was quickly falling asleep and the last thing I was really aware of was someone kissing my forehead and saying, "Sleep well sister." Part 6 I stared into the mirror with a feeling of dread, hating the sight that was reflected back. My face was no longer quite my own, having changed enough that it no longer felt right. It was as though someone else's face was slowly replacing my own, which was exactly what was happening. "Damn," I muttered, closing my eyes and taking several deep breaths as I just tried to stay calm. Then I opened my eyes and faced the mirror again. My face was still mostly my own, but it had definitely changed. Not only was my hair longer and darker but my eyes, which had always been a nondescript brown, were now green in color. But more than that, there was a new softness had had moved into my features as well, one which made me look younger...or more feminine. The rest of my body had changed as well, though the changes were subtle and hard to really point out. All in all, the effect was almost as though puberty had begun going in reverse for me, leaving my body softer and less developed. If this continued, I'd probably look like a twelve year old boy by this evening. I absolutely dreaded the fact that my body would only continue to change from there, transforming me into another clone of Rebecca. As it was, I wanted to scream in outrage and smash my fist into the mirror. When I was with Rebecca, Dani, and Nicole, it was hard to feel sorry for myself and easier to think of this as actually being a good thing. After all, it was better to be an angel than a demon, and the three of them certainly didn't make it seem like such a bad thing. But when I was by myself like I was right now, I couldn't help but remembering that not only was I losing my body, I was also losing my friends, family, and even my very identity. "What would Cindy say about this?" I muttered bitterly, imagining her mocking me and saying that I wasn't man enough for her. Then I imagined Dom saying, "Sh