The Non-Existant

Not quite sure where this is going yet. It's not about the journey, it's how you get there...or in this case, it's not about the story, it's the words.....that makes no sense. Ignore me. XD

I own everything. Mwahaha.
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Twenty three year old Claire D'ville, leaned back in the slowly filling tub. She sighed, watching the water flow from the tap, enjoying how it bubbled when it hit the half filled tub. Something too silvery to be water, too long to be an air bubble slid out of the tap. She stared at it, ready to just wave it off as a delusion of taking a bath at one in the morning.

Something brushed her leg, it was slimy, like a fish still wriggling on the line. Claire knew she had nothing in the water but her own skin. No soap, no face cloths, no bath toys, nothing. Stifling a scream she launched herself out of the tub, taking a substantial amount of water with her. Staring into the tub, the brunette could just make out something swimming. She leaned forward, wanting a better look.

A pounding on the door had her jerking backwards. Who the hell was knocking on her door at one in the morning? Standing, Claire jerked her robe on, heading for the door. Her mind was preoccupied with the knowledge that her bathroom floor was soaked. She had to mop it up before it started leaking down the the neighbors apartment. She needed to keep her damage deposit.

Staring through the peep hole she narrowed her eyes. A man was standing out side. He had a no nonsense expression on his face. There was a woman slightly behind him, she was staring at her nails in a way that only the very bored, or the very smug did. Claire would bet money that this was a class A bitch.

“Who is it?”

“Let me in or I'm knocking down the door.”

“Don't say that. Geez, she'll never let us in.” A female voice hissed.

“I'm calling the cops.” Claire half shouted, curling her hands into fists. There was a dark, female chuckle from outside.

“We're here to deal with the problem in your bathtub.” Claire stared at the door, hands jerking the locks open. She stepped back as the door opened slowly. Green eyes peered into the lamp lit interior of her house.

“Where's your bathroom?”

“Uh...that way.” Six feet of heavily muscled male slid past her, he tripped once on a pair of shoes laying in the hall. Flicking his middle finger up at the woman behind him snickering the man continued to the bathroom. Claire could hear his feet sloshing in the water on the floor. The water was shut off, then a loud growl permeated the apartment.

“Who-who are you guys if you don't mind me asking.” Claire couldn't help staring at the mans hair as he walked past her, it was down to his knees in a braid. She didn't want to think of how long it would be undone. A picture of dark blonde hair spread out like a shimmering waterfall came to mind. He'd be beautiful like that, shirtless, with a shy smile on his face.

“We don't exist really.” The woman leaning against the door frame purred.

“What do you mean 'we don't exist'?”

“Stop taunting her Freya.” The man was back, something wriggling in the glass bottle he held. “I turned off your water.” The man smiled hesitantly. “Did it bite you?”

“Uh..no. It touched me leg though. What is that?”

“So it did bite you.” Freya sighed, raking a hand through her shoulder length brown and crimson hair.

“No. It touched me. I would have noticed if it had bitten me.” Claire glared at the still smirking woman. “What?” She hissed.

“Look at your leg, sweetie.” Claire looked down, there was a lump. It looked like a cyst, blood seeping out slowly.

“Oh God. Oh my god. Is that...did it lay an egg?”

“Don't freak out. God, now we have to take her back to base.” Freya gave an exasperated sigh. “That means memory blockers and the whole deal. I hate it when this happens.”

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Claire stumbled slightly, someone grabbed her arm. Her stomach rebelled, violently. Taking a step forward she vomited into a well placed trash can. The transporter hissed, then fell silent. It's job completed.

“That happens to all the first timers, are you okay?” Jacob asked, concern lighting his features.

“She's fine, let's get that egg out and wipe her brain.” Freya grabbed the girls arm and tugged her along. “There's a special cage fight on tonight.” Her smile turned vicious. “WHERE THE HELL IS THE DOCTOR AND THE FREAK!!!”

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“Where's the Doctor?” Freya hissed at the redhead who ignored her in favor of poking at Claire's leg with some sort of probe.

“Off doing Doctory things I'd imagine. I could probably-”

“Remember what happened last time you tried complicated surgery Mikki?”

“Oh....right.” The redhead smiled up at Jacob, pulling her blue framed goggles snugly over her eyes. “I'll go get the nanites ready then.”

“N-nanites?” Claire blinked. “Those...I've heard of those, but I mean...those aren't real. They don't have the technology for those yet.”

“That's what they've been telling you.” Mikki grinned, her mouth shifting around the stick of pocky she habitually sucked on.

“Ugh, don't let her get started on the conspiracy theories. She'll never shut up about them.”

“You're just jealous cause I'm right about most of them, Freya.” Mikki crunched the rest of her pocky.

“Where's the damn doctor?”

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“I'm here, I'm here. What's the big emergency?” Kouri rushed into the room, lab coat on, red hair spiking off in all directions.

“We caught a live Briyhb.” Jacob held up the jar, the small nearly invisibly creature still squirming madly inside it.

“Fascinating. I've never seen a live one before.”

“This is amazing, I'm leaving now.” Freya announced airily to no one in particular. She threw a wave over her shoulder, exiting the exam room for more exciting things, like that cage match for one.

“Can I watch the dissection?” Mikki wanted to know from across the room.

“Hello. Woman with eggs in her skin.” Claire nearly yelled, she wasn't one to claim the spotlight, but eggs under your skin tended to do weird things to ones personality.

“Technically it's only one egg. Who are you?” Kouri asked, eye brow raising as she turned from the jar to stare at the woman on the exam table.

“Claire. My name is Claire D'ville. That thing laid eggs under my skin. So can someone please get them out?” Kouri blinked, switching on the overhead light and focusing her attention on Claire's leg.

“Can someone hand me the scalpel and a bowl please.”

“What about pain killers?” Claire asked, jerking her leg away from the gloved hands of the doctor.

“Anesthetic kills the eggs before I have a chance to look at them. We've never had a perfectly preserved specimen like this before.”

“So...are you gonna cut it open, or just take the whole thing?” Mikki asked, having moved close enough to peer over the Doctor's shoulder. She tugged her goggles up to get a better look at the cyst.

“What are you guys talking about?” Claire asked nervously.

“I have to take the whole thing. Cutting it open could damage the eggs, or cause them to release their poison into her blood stream.”

“You...what?” Claire's voice hitched, as close to crying as she'd ever been.

“Man this is nothing.” Mikki's voice rose in excitement. “There was this one time when this girl got bitten right on her -”

“Mikki, darling. This might not be the best time for hilarious stories of where people got bitten by Brihyb's.” Kouri rolled her eyes at the petite redhead.

“Oh....right.” The redhead backed off, still staring at Claire from across the room. She moved to stand by Jacob who was watching with the same interest.

“Where's Tahi? I need someone to hold her down while I do this.” Kouri asked. Mikki grabbed the small red stone that hung from her neck. Holding it to her mouth she whispered to it, it glowed a bright blue. A few moments later a scraping was heard.

“Tahi, I need you to hold down a patient while we remove Brihyb eggs from her leg.”

“Affirmative.” Claire gasped loudly as a woman stepped through the door. Only one hand was flesh, all other extremities were metal. Half of her face was metal from her right cheekbone, her right eye roving around the room. The other was a bright unnatural silver.

Tahi, surprisingly light on her feet for all the metal, headed for the bed. She grabbed Claire's wrists, holding them steady.

“This is why I suggested clasps for the bed.”

“We can't let her get those. She'll tie me up again.” Mikki whispered, face going red as the Doctor turned to glare at her. She had forgotten that that was supposed to be a secret.

“Someone grab her legs.” Jacob sighed, handing the jar to Mikki. He grabbed Claire's legs, holding them steady as Kouri began to slice around the cyst. The brunette on the table gasped, tears forming in her eyes as she began to shake.

“You can scream if you'd like. Might make it easier on you.” The Doctor remarked offhandedly as she finished slicing. The cyst plopped into the bowl she held. “Someone grab me the flesher.”

“The....flesh....er” Claire decided that this was an alright time to pass out.

“She lasted a little longer then most of them.” Kouri shot Mikki a glance. “Grab me the flesher, you can make faces at the Brihyb later.”

“Sure.” Setting the jar on the counter, the petite redhead grabbed the slim wand. She passed it to the doctor, jumping out of the way before her nimble fingers could find a hold on any portion of her skin.

“Why don't you two just fuck and get it over with?” Tahi asked blandly. Not understanding the way Mikki's face erupted or why Jacob spluttered. Kouri's smirked darkly.

“Who's to say we haven't already, and this isn't foreplay.”

“Stoooooop iiiiiit.” Mikki tugged her goggles back over her eyes, the signal for embarrassment or when she didn't feel like social interaction. Kouri blew her a kiss before waving the flesher over the open wound in Claire's leg. The flesh bubbled and hissed as the healing process was sped up nearly 500%. In a matter of minutes her leg was fully healed, with only a slight discoloration to show that a mark had even been there.

“Done. Give me that jar. I'm off to dissect this little monster.” Kouri announced. “Still wanna watch?” The doctor whispered to the mechanic who peered up at her through plastic. She shook her head, red curls flying all over the place.

Claire chose that moment to awaken. She blinked groggily around the room The pretty man was still holding her legs, the scary metal woman was still holding her arms, and the hole in her leg was gone.

“What....what happened?”

“Doc took out the Brihyb eggs.” Mikki had another pocky in her mouth, cheeks slowly losing the flush of embarrassment. She held up a syringe, flicking it to get rid of all the air bubbles. “This'll help with the pain.”

“Oh, okay.” The needle slid into her arm, and Claire had just begun to think of what was in the syringe when the nanites hit her bloodstream, flowing up her veins and into her brain.

“How do those work again?” Jacob asked, letting go of Claire's feet. He ran a hand over Mikki's hair, feeling comfortable around the girl, as he always did.

“They make tiny scratches on the memory portion of the brain. Not enough for her to hemorrhage, just enough to cause short term memory loss. She won't remember anything past yesterday morning.” Mikki smiled, setting the empty syringe back on the counter.

“You guys hungry? Cooks making sloppy Jo's tonight.”

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The drones took Claire back to her apartment. They tidied up her apartment, mopping up the water, drying the layers of the floor that would have caused leakage otherwise. No one could suspect anything was out of the ordinary. Through the nanites, Mikki would always be able to track her. Making sure she was safe from the numerous dangers that the public could never know about.

You would never see them, but they would always see you.