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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Taylor slowly breathed to try to calm her shaking nerves, keeping an ear open as lookout for the person who was sent for her head. She didn’t know his name, and only had a vague idea of what he looked like- ginger hair, green shirt, everything she felt she needed to look for while hiding. All she needed was to survive to daylight, and hopefully, just maybe, she’d live to see another day.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
There it was again. His footsteps. Repeating, as he walked up and down the street, looking for her relentlessly like a feral dog. She took in one last breath through her mouth, holding it in as her frantic eyes flickered in the direction of every little thing nearby, ready to see him jump out and kill her with a single bullet.
“C’mon, I don’t have all night, you know.” He called out, his voice having a strong, ever present sense of smugness coating it “Why don’t you come on out, and make things easier for both of us?”
His voice was getting louder, along with each tap of his feet on the cold concrete below him. He was getting ever closer by the second. She was discovered. She had to move. Sighing out her breath, she turned to the edge of the alley she was closest to, running faster than she ever had prior.
However, her speed made her fail to notice a foot reaching out to trip her, sending her plummeting face first against the sidewalk, forcing a small “oof” out of her, all breath leaving her body as her face went pale, as her captor loomed above her.
“There you are.” He spoke, smugness never fading, for he knew he was the one in control. “Was wondering when you’d show up.”
“W...Who ever are you…” Taylor cried out, the person above her’s cold, gray, nearly white eyes piercing into her soul, keeping her rooted in the place. “Why are you doing this…”
“Eh, guess I can tell you some things. Name’s Pico, and I don’t have anything against you, I’m just doing business.” Pico, her hunter, replied, as he slowly pulled out a UZI from behind his back, as his smug expression grew as he looked down at his prey. “Now, suppose this is where you die. Goodbye.”
With that simple little goodbye, the gun was placed against Taylor’s skull, digging into her skin. She was paralyzed, trapped in place by her own overwhelming fear as she looked into the eyes of her hunter, his cold eyes to be the last thing she would ever see.
She shut her eyes, sweat pouring down her face as she swallowed, hoping her end would be a quick one, free of any long lasting pa-
*click*
Silence, as Taylor refused to move. Then, the click repeated twice.
Taylor took in a few more breaths, ready to snap at the person above her to just kill her already, but a chuckle from him broke her thoughts as she reopened her eyes.
“Heh, I love seeing them nervous.” Pico mocked, his smug expression having shrunk down.
“Why- why can’t you just kill me?” Taylor pleaded out, just wanting this to end.
Pico’s grin reformed as he slowly put his UZI away, as Taylor watched every agonizing second of the motion, expecting him to just pull out another gun at a much faster speed and just kill her.
“I need someone to help me.” Pico finally said after his gun was gone. “And, y’know, I’ve been feeling merciful to you, seeing you cower like a pathetic little mouse…”
He paused to let out a small laugh, before continuing.
“You’re gonna help me from here on out.”
Taylor paused, trying to take in everything he just said. He just mocked her… and then asked to help him kill people?
“And…” Taylor begun to ask, still trapped in her position by her own fear. “If I refuse?”
Another chuckle from Pico. Then, he spoke in a cold, dead unfeeling tone.
“‘Fraid I’ll just need to kill you right here, then.”
She paused everything, just… looking at him while considering her options. Death or… joining him. Despite what happened prior, she feared death, the possible eternal darkness she would fall into.
She sighed, before speaking out.
“Deal.”
Pico’s grin grew, as he helped her to her feet.
“Great. Now, you might feel some pains.”
Taylor paused, as she tried to understand everything that happened just now.
That is, until she felt her arms begin to shift, as her hairs turned hue from blonde to ginger, her thin fingers bulking out a little, a more masculine shape forming on them, as her body began to alter and change, starting with her arms as they gained some more muscle mass, barely noticeable however, but her hair changing was clear.
The changes went onto her body, as the hair there altered its hue as well, growing out a little more as her breasts retracted into her body, flattening themselves out as some muscle formed on her body. Her shirt, once a simple short sleeved buttoned one, sealed itself shut as the buttons melted into the fabric, turning a bright green as the sleeves turned a darker shade of green, extending down her arms and covering them to the hands, as the collar shifted color to that same dark green as well, shortening itself down.
“What… the hell?” Taylor said in utter shock, feeling her voice deepen as a bump rose in her throat. “What are you doing to me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Pico snarked back in reply. “I can’t trust any hired gun but myself, but things are becoming quite a handful, so… you’re turning into a clone of me.”
Taylor just stared in shock as her face began to change, her skull cracking down as she let out a sudden shocked gasp, her face twisting into a wince as her chin flattened out a little, her teeth jabbing into each other as her front ones grew outwards in a struggle to obtain dominance, a gap forming in between them, which she stroked with her tongue out of curiosity.
Meanwhile, her long blonde hair began to retract into her head, turning the same ginger the man who was doing this to her’s was, as it fluffed out in the back, pointing upwards, her bangs shrinking back as her eyebrows lengthened, turning the same ginger her hair was now. She rubbed her eyes for a moment as they watered, color changing from brown to the same haunting very light gray Pico’s eyes were.
Her upper body now finished, the alterations then moved on to her legs. But first, her vaggy inverted, flipping out as she grasped her head, feeling her fluffed out hair through her fingers, trying to grasp what was happening to her. Meanwhile, in her mind, her memories altered and twisted about, making her now think of herself as a he.
His limbs and body then compressed, as he felt himself shrink down. He was never a massive person, only being 5’8, but that was going to change as he began to shrink down, first to 5’5, then his final height of 5’3. Throughout this, all the internal and external alterations, he collapsed to his knees, gripping a nearby pole to try and keep his balance.
His legs changed, some muscle mass forming down there, as his jeans flared out, shifting from blue to beige, the material shifting to fabric instead of denim. Her shoes, once simple black flats, turned red, orange laces slithering out from the sides, the bottoms expanding a little as they turned a cream color, and orange circles formed on the heels of the flats-turned-sneakers.
“Hmm..” Taylor pondered, looking down at his shoes, wondering what happened this night, or what he did in his past to deserve this, as he gripped his head, feeling his mind alter.
He let out a small snarl as he felt his opinions change, his mind altering a little, matching up with Pico’s beliefs and own mind, but his memories remaining intact. At first, this felt weird, but as the seconds passed, he felt as if it was natural, like he was always like this.
With that, Taylor rose, using the pole to guide him up, looking into the eyes of his clone.
“Well?” Pico asked “How do you feel?”
“...Heh. Not too bad.” Taylor replied, taking a moment to think about what happened to him. He felt like he was stronger now, better than before. He could get used to this.
“Nice to hear.” Pico responded, tossing Taylor a spare UZI, this one loaded, as he began to walk off into the night. “Now c’mon, we have another target.”