Storefront Apartments - Mark's place - Monday evening
Mark drifted off to sleep, thinking pleasant thoughts about being reunited with his girlfriend.
Mark flung open the door and was immediately swept up by a blur of pink and blonde into a glorious embrace. He buried his face in her hair breathing in that so well remembered scent, strawberries and peaches and woman and above all, Kareen.
They stood like that for an all to brief eternity, whispering "missed you, missed you so much" and other things to each other between passionate kisses.
Finally they broke apart. "What are you doing here?" Mark asked.
Kareen said "I heard you have too much bug butter and I came to help you and your black gang get rid of some of it. You know, like we used to." She toyed with the lid of one of the plastic tubs that suddenly seemed to be stacked in teetering piles everywhere. "What do they have to say about that?"
"Gorge wants to feed you as much as you like." Mark said, leading her towards the bedroom. "Grunt wants to pour it all over you and lick it off of every inch of your body. Come to think of it, Gorge wants that too."
Kareen laughed and ran into the other room. Mark ran after her and found her sitting with three other women who looked a bit like Kareen, each taller than the last. "Oh, what are your sisters doing here?" he asked. "It seems only fair, " she replied, "there are 5 of you in there, so I brought the Koudelka all blonde commando team. They want to talk to you a second while I get ready."
The three rose as one and advanced on Mark. Each taking one arm two of them flanked him, dragging him backwards out of the room while the eldest pushed on his chest. As he passed through the doorway he saw Kareen doing intriguing things with some of the ubiquitous tubs.
In the other room, Mark stood with two of the sisters behind him. "Look, I appreciate the family welcome and all, but Kareen and I would like to be alone," he said. "What do you know about family?" the eldest sister hissed, "You are just a thing, not a real person at all. And you will never wriggle your way into our family!"
A hand on his shoulder spun him around. Instead of Kareen's sister an androgynous figure stood there. It put it's face close to Mark's and said "Don't listen to her, you have plenty of family. You've just misplaced it again."
"Bel!" Mark exclaimed but whatever else he was going to say was cut off as the hermaphrodite kissed him. Mark felt Bel's breasts press into his chest and a stiff bulge grind into his hip as Bel moved against him. As he pushed away another hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around again.
"Get your filthy dirt sucking hands off of Bel you disgusting little pervert!" Servos whined as the woman in full space armor lifted him up in the air and then slammed him into a wall. Mark's eyes widened in terror as he recognized perfectly sculpted face. "I wasn't doing anything, Ellie, I swear!" he wailed.
"That's the problem you little turd, you've gone and lost your brother again and here you are, doing nothing. What have you done with your big brother, Mark?"
A taloned hand fell on Ellie's shoulder. "Hush Ellie, we need him for Miles". Mark's gaze followed up and up the arm attached to that hand until it finally stopped at a dark face with fierce amber eyes. An improbably pink bow topped off 8 feet of tawny muscle.
"Taura, help! Ellie is going to kill me!" Mark exclaimed. "No, she's not," Taura said in a soothing rumble, "she knows your brother needs you. We just need to find him first. What have you done with your brother, Mark?"
"I don't know, he's not here!" barked Mark.
Kareen's voice came from the other room, raised in passion, "oh Mark!"
"Oh good, I bet he is in there," said one of the women. Mark's blood ran cold. "Kareen thinks he is me! I didn't get fat enough and so she mistook him for me! I'm going to kill that little shit!"
Mark stormed into the other room, intent on murder, but stopped short in horror as he gazed at the tableau that awaited him.
On the bed lay a small form, a skinnier version of Mark with it's chest blown open in an obscene parody of a flower. Huge sprays of blood covered the white bedspread, the white walls and the white dresses of the Kudelka sisters, who knelt sobbing around the bed. Kareen sat cross legged with the corpse's head in her lap, tears washing tracks thru the blood that covered her face.
All the other women fell to their knees weeping about the bed. Kareen looked at Mark and said "What have you done with your brother Miles?"
"Yes Mark, what HAVE you done with you brother?" The calm voice of his mother came from behind Mark.
Mark whirled to explain but was silenced by a finger on his lips. "shhhh.... you don't need to explain dear, it's obvious you've gone and killed him again. Ah well, boys will be boys. There is only one thing to do now."
Mark's mother smiled and pushed him back with the finger on his lips. Mark found himself tilting backwards on a steel table. He looked over and found that the room was once again white, all traces of blood gone. His brother's body lay on another table. A surgeon with hideous burn scars on his face only partially obscured by his mask was drawing dotted lines across the corpse's forehead.
Kareen stood smiling next to Mark's mother. "Oh Cordelia, Mark is so brave to let them do a brain transplant!" Mark tried to scream "I don't consent to this procedure!" but found that he could not speak. "Really," said Cordelia, "It's the only logical thing to do. Why bother even HAVING a clone if you are not going to use it for transplants. This is what Mark was made for."
The scarred surgeon leaned over Mark, razor claws tracing a line of blood across his forehead. "I bet you are wondering what's going to happen to your brain when we are done." he said, beginning to cut. "Don't worry, you weren't really using it anyway."
Mark's screams were anything but silent.
[ooc: open, mildly nsfw, cut for length]