Goo morph

I heard a wet sound above me and instinct caused me to lunge forward, shoving Amy and Ruth away. I felt something heavy slam into me, covering me and a moment later I was suffocating, even as my mind lit up with new information about the thing that was killing me.

An overwhelming, crushing weight made it impossible to breathe, and I struggled not to panic. All panicking would do was deprive my body of oxygen even faster, and that meant that I'd die sooner. I needed to do what I could to give my companions a chance to rescue me, and part of that was to keep full control.

Moving my head was difficult, but I could see them as hazy figures through whatever was on top of me. The thing itself was semi-transparent. It wasn't quite invisible, although it would have seemed so in dim light. It had to be at least two foot thick. I could hear the muffled sounds of the others arguing outside.

Vicky would have wanted to punch the thing, but that would run the risk of transferring some of the damage to my body; punching the ooze wouldn't be a good idea. Instead, a figure was leaning over and trying to pick the whole thing up. As it lifted up, I discovered that I was attached to it somehow, possibly using the same method it had used to attach itself to the wall. The good thing was that I was able to take a deep breath; the bad thing was that the edges started to wrap around.

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“It doesn't have a brain,” Amy said.

“The whole body is a brain,” I said contradicting her. “Look at these nodes here and here and here.”

There wasn't a centralized nervous system or anything like that. However, with the thing being semi-transparent, I could see its interior just fine. There were connections that were made, and parts of its body formed organs as needed. How did it control it, though?

“I've never seen anything like it,” Amy said. “Everything is decentralized. There's no.. wait, there it is. OK, so it dissolves its food once its dead.”

We spent the next couple of minutes discussing things as the picture in my head grew clearer. It was possible that I couldn't have done anything with this without a shape changing power, but with it, I might be able to do things that I couldn't have done before.

“The skin seals up automatically when it's stabbed or slashed,' Amy said. “I don't think knives or bullets would do that much damage. You'd pretty much have to pound on it until these tiny nodes that make up its nervous system are pulverized and then it would just... lose cohesion.”

I struggled to control my expression as a familiar, almost sexual rush swept over my entire body. This was what I was born for, and now I could do things that would actually make things easier. It would require a massive change in my body and my brain, and this big a change would likely be painful... and noticeable by Panacea. But a time might come when I needed it.

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