In the civilian section of the Imperial Battleship, hundreds of people of varying occupations waited to arrive at their destination. They had been initially alarmed by the wailing klaxons that went off when the Gellar Field flickered, but were now quite calm. The Battleship’s destination would see new lives begin for all of these people, and most of them were quite focused on that concept. However, there were a number of exceptions.
One of them was eight year old Mala. A pale, sickly and frail girl with long black hair, Mala was a very clever daughter of a very clever woman, a doctor. She was well liked by adults who were naturally protective of her weak physical disposition, but did not fare as well with those her own age. Her mother was working, so Mala was practicing her writing. Her black hair kept falling in front of her eyes, and she kept pushing it back.
A noise like dripping water grabbed her attention, and Mala turned around to see what it was.
A black necrosis was growing from within the wall, and quickly getting larger. Fascinated by the phenomenon, Mala continued to watch as the dark growth spread until it was larger than her. Around the growth, the wall began to run as if it was melting. Enraptured, Mala could not help but take a few steps forward to touch it.
The black growth grabbed hold of her finger and spread over her body in the space of a few seconds, and Mala’s screams were cut short as the necrosis reached her throat. Filling her mouth, seeping into her skin and invading every part of her body, the deadly black cloud disappeared completely as Mala absorbed its malevolent power. In response, her body quickly changed.
Her lips cracked, her skin began to dry up, her hair and nails grew longer and her teeth became pointed. The blackness spread to her eyes until they were pools of pure night.
Licking her lips, Mala was overwhelmed by the sudden desire to see what her mother tasted like.