This wasn’t what she expected. Not this fizzing in her blood, or the pulsing inside her. It felt like a second membrane, hidden just under the surface, pressing against the thin sheath of her skin.

She checked the reflection in the mirror to make sure the face was still intact. It was, mostly, she adjusted the fringe to hide the small tear at the hairline. As long as it didn’t bleed, no one would notice.

They told her it was going to be a simple assignment. Take over the human, and kill the CEO of some company she couldn’t pronounce and frame this human.

The human was supposed to relinquish the hold on the body, like all the others. This one was different. She wasn’t fading away.

Eventually she would have no choice.

Failure was not an option.

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