A sea.
A sea of wriggling worms drowned a boy.
Things so small they slithered into the pores of his skin. In the warmth of his flesh, they made their homes.
Lost children, seeking refuge in the body of their keeper.
The boy was Han, and the larvae his children unborn.
This Han knew, for this was his dream... a message sent unto him from the Hive, so that he may whisper it unto the world.
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Han awoke with a start, his obsidian skin still crawling from the nightmare.
What had it meant... that message?
He was not sure.
But as he opened his eyes, he realised that he had bigger things to worry about.
He was in a dark room, lying on a filth-ridden concrete floor. His enhanced smell picked up sweat and blood, and the slippery patch that one of his hands rested on had a soft squelch to it.
He pulled his hand away. "For fucks sake," he whispered, trying to shake the gunk off.
