Yeerk Aftermath

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison sits in the window seat in his and Jack's room. He knows he shouldn't be such a recluse but ever since he came back to himself he's felt... awful. For a lot of reasons.

First of all, there's a dead slug-thing in his head. What the fuck is that going to do to him? Jack says nothing will happen, says his body might even absorb it or something, but the whole idea of it freaks him the fuck out and he's praying to whatever deities he knows that he can just forget that it's in there. Secondly, he knows what he's done. Even if the Yeerk was in the driver's seat, Poison felt like he'd been tied up and gagged in the back, watching it all and unable to get out. Only a few times had he been able to break through, and even then not all the way. But he managed to keep the fucking slug from making him say anything too awful, and he'd managed to keep it from attacking Jack or Girl when they figured it out, when they locked him in the bedroom.

Thirdly, he's having flashbacks of the way he used to be, before he was out in the desert, after the war and before the rise of the Party Poison, when he'd taken the pills and listened to the messages and tried to get along. He pushes his hair back and leans back against the window frame, shivering.

He knows he can leave the room now, knows that the door isn't locked and that Jack and Girl aren't guarding him. But he can't bring himself to move. What if this is an illusion? What if it's fake? What if the yeerk is still alive and pretending to be dead to get out and do fuck knows what?

Nope, he's just going to sit here in his sheep pajamas and Jack's hoodie for a while. Or forever.

Comments

[mynameiscassie]

"They're both pretty not great," I said. "With the Yeerks, every three days it stops. There's always a small chance to get out. The Yeerk has to leave your brain to feed, so there's always that short time . . . I tried to help the people who were down there. I didn't see you, or I would've gotten you out, too." I guessed that Jack and Girl already had him here, slowly starving the Yeerk. Good.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah, I'm aware of what it needs," he says, shaking his head. He hugs his blanket tighter around him. "It's dead now, so. That's awesome. I assume everything's just gone? Like it never happened?"

[mynameiscassie]

"Some of the people that came are still here," I said. "The Yeerks are gone, or dead by now. And the Yeerk Pool is gone, too. It'll never be as if it never happened, but the city tried its best, I guess."