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The story reconstruction has been finished. New chapters are on the way. 

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I don't own the Star Craft universe. I have no shares in Blizzard Entertainment. I write this fanfiction as my hobby; therefore straighten your expectations, since it is not on a professional level and it likely never will be. I do not gain money from writing this story as monetising fanfiction is illegal. 

English is my third language. I will try to do my best with grammar, but it is understandable to fail at some places. If you find any serious errors, do tell me in a comment and I will attempt to correct them.

This story's purpose for me is to learn creatively and have fun in the meantime. The chapters are released randomly; the reason for this is simple: I have a life, just like you have, (no matter what our parents may think) and that means I have to work for actual money, live for my other hobbies, spend time with my family, speak with my friends, and build my career.

This won't change (unless I won on the lottery, big time), because I treat writing as a hobby and I plan to continue to do so in the near future.

This story is meant for adults. There will be no censorship on touchy topics: like violence, panic, fear, pain, and other, possibly disturbing themes.

This does not mean, that the story contains too much of these possibly heavy and traumatic elements. Yet it means that it has some in reasonable doses. I will not create warning signs on individual chapters, since that would create spoilers for the readers. If you pass this notice, either by reading it or skipping it, you are accepting and understanding these terms. Reading the story while ignoring the aforementioned conditions is your personal responsibility.

This warning affects both of my currently ongoing fanfictions.

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Somewhere hidden in a dark corner of the universe, behind the meaty walls of a strange enormous living organism. In a place where hundreds of other weird creatures were constantly crawling around chaotically in their own simpleminded monotonity. Inside a secluded corner of this alien colony, a solitary cocoon was just about to hatch. 

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

The cocoon was pulsating heavily as the unknown being was trying its hardest to break through the rubbery membrane that had until now defended its body, only to become such a nuisance in the end. 

Tearing-scraping, ba-dum, tearing-clawing, meat splitting, blood sloshing to the ground.

Finally, the creature managed to break through the membrane and immediately a fountain of blood began to spurt out from the intense pressure it held until now, which seconds later led to the complete destruction of the cocoon. As the escaping pressurised blood ripped the punctured hole further apart, the cocoon literally blew up in a simple pulse of blood.

The creature that was held inside fell towards the ground, landing in a pool of warm blood, that was still left behind from its birth. It hit the ground roughly, creating a heavy wet splash.

The newly born entity was now laid in the bloody pool, completely still. Suddenly it took in a painful breath of cold air; it's hazy eyes opened only to be closed again as an intense fit of coughing began to shake its bare body. 

The creature felt the unwelcoming cold air; it missed the warmth that was the only thing it knew until now. Memories suddenly appeared in it's mind, memories that only partially made sense. It recalled some old knowledge, knowledge that had no more meaning here. It was from the past, from a time when it was different. Now it was changed to be something else; there was no going back; the creature knew this instinctually and accepted it without a second thought. Yet, from the memories it had, few things were clear. It was a female and there was some internal programming inside it... in her brain. This programming was what it made up all of her thoughts. She searched for the right thought... or word to name it... and she found it at last... it was a language. She knew, that this language, was something unique, even special. Her kind should not possess it normally. She having it must have been the result of the change she had gone through, the evolution. She was happy from this realization, as she realized what it meant, she was unique. Her wave of happiness was short-lived, as a familiar sound suddenly gained her attention. 

There was a pulsing sound that could be felt through the air and the ground. The female creature tried to locate the source of the sound, but she didn't succeed. She only found the rough direction from which it originated. The creature suddenly felt a need, an instinct to go to the source of that, pulsing as the rhythmical sound tirelessly continued to repeat itself, this need only seemed to grow stronger. She listened to the noise for a while; as her confused thoughts began to clear. She slowly but surely began to be more conscious of her own self, her personality, individuality, and also her newfound bodily needs. 

Ba-dum, silence, ba-dum, silence. 

Sounded the noise in the background. 

Yes, she thought. It is there, and it feels reassuring. She focused on the noise again. I feel my unknowingly tense body begin to calm down. I started breathing slowly and deeply instead of the fast and quick breathing. As my bodily functions began to normalize, my attention drifted towards my immediate surroundings. On the left side of my body, the one that I lie on, I could feel a scarcely pulsating feeling from the matter that was in  contact with my skin. It is strangely familiar and encouraging at the same time. As I tried to accustom myself to the overload of information behind the hesitation and fear, a new emotion began to shine it was inside my mind, bones, flesh... even deeper, further behind the obscure borders of my personality.. it was in my very soul. Curiosity to see, feel, and understand this unfamiliar place, and driven by this feeling, I instinctively tried to open my eyes truly for the first time I could remember. My eyelids tremblingly began to open while I laid in the wet pool that I fell into.

I listened to the continuous hearth constriction sounds from somewhere much farther than I used to. My eyes slowly opened, and at first, I tried to focus on the reddish or purplish walls that surrounded me, but they were much too far for now. I stopped my attempts at this failing endeavor and focused on a closer target. 

Doing this has not gone unrewarded. I could clearly see the shallow red fluids that I was sitting in. My eyes immediately noticed the white meaty cocoon pieces with red veining on them. They were floating around me in the red fluid. Though my curiosity was far from satisfied, my eyes seemed to be fixated on these floating pieces of flesh. My body tenses, my arms and appendages flailed around as I hungrily grabbed the closest piece in my reach and bit into it with agonizing fervor. I devoured the juicy meat and quickly snatched another piece of it, sending it after its predecessor. This repetitive action had consumed my awareness until that moment, I could not find anything more to consume. I was sitting on my behind, sniffing the air, searching for more, but there wasn't any I missed. I felt a sense of loss wash over me, as a heavy feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach; it was disappointment. I instinctively took some experimental gulps from the red stuff that I was partially submerged in to sate my thirst and distract myself from this new feeling. I felt much better, even energetic. This meat was very efficient in sustaining my bodily needs. For the first time since my awakening, I could think somewhat clearly. I looked at my body. I found two hands and two arms, which I felt normal yet strange for some reason. My arms were purplish, discolored from still being drenched in the red liquid. I lightly began pinching my arm; this experiment was providing me with the information that the surface of my body was tough, coated in lean muscles. I tested this on other parts, like my legs and torso, slowly understanding my basic body form.

Most of my body's surface is covered in hardened skin. Yet my feet and the top of my hand are solid bones. Only my belly and nether regions are soft compared to the other areas. I find this revelation concerning towards my survival, immediately understanding that I must safeguard these spots. Arriving at this conclusion, I finally look backward, making a critical assessment of my situation. There were two wing-like appendages attached to my spine. These things were way too small to be used for flying, even if I didn't include the missing leathery membrane between the different appendages. I tried to control them, forcing my will into them, but everything felt wrong. My appendages didn't budge, either. I decided to try a different approach. I began to carefully touch my wings with my hands, trying to gain a basic understanding. I continued fiddling leisurely with separate parts of my wings. I managed to gain a speculative understanding of them, and how they feel when they are stimulated. Using this new information I tried to move them again. For about a minute nothing really happened, but suddenly one of my wings twitched. Encouraged by this development, I doubled my efforts, only to suddenly slap my face hard with the other appendage.

For the sudden movement of my wings and the force of that hit, I lost my balance even from my sitting position and fell flat on my right side, eliciting another splash of liquid. I laid there motionless in quite a lot of pain, looking awkwardly at the flickering white dots in my vision. In that moment, I realized two things. First, my wings are positively beneficial, not for flying but for fighting, and second, my eyes are pretty much adapted to the environment. From this position, I could easily concentrate on the surrounding area. The purplish blur that I saw earlier now was clear. I was in some kind of cave, I thought at first, but then I noticed a barely visible repetitive pulse coming from the walls. I concentrated on this phenomenon, trying to understand its purpose; I suddenly noticed that every pulsation comes after the noise that I was so accustomed to, ba-dum, pulse, ba-dum, pulse. I find myself becoming giddy from this unveiling; I have found something that has a connection towards that endearing sound.

Thinking of that sound, I was suddenly assaulted by a feeling to go near it as fast as possible. Urged by this feeling, I stand up and begin to make some hesitant steps towards the source of the pulsation. As I got closer to the root of the sound, I found it harder to focus. I slowly lost myself in the pulsing. I could feel and see the things around me, but everything felt insignificant. I walked and walked onward relentlessly with simpleminded devotion losing myself in the blur of happiness and peace. I almost reached the source of it. The air here felt much hotter and vibrant. The pulsation was strong and the sound was powerful. All of this didn't bother me. It felt just right, even relaxing. As I followed the pulsing turning right into a different tunnel, I found myself face to face with a huge creature. It has two scythes like an appendage instead of hands, giant fangs, and many other disturbing features that I was not in a position to analyze in a detailed way. The peace that I felt was blown away by hectic pictures and rabid screams appearing in my mind, replaced by phantom pain and fear. I curled into a ball, subconsciously collapsing on the ground shielding my stomach and head with my limbs. I laid there, trying to be as small as possible, trying to control my trembling body, futilely. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain, the torture that I was sure to experience, but it strangely never appeared. I was baffled by this. I somehow knew that creature. I knew what it could do to me with those scythes, and I was exposed defenseless against them, not even counting the huge difference in body size and mass. I could not understand why it wouldn't simply eat me. I slowly opened my eyes further still trembling from the primordial fear that took control over my body. I began looking around the tunnel. I was again flabbergasted as I realized. I was alone!

I felt so happy and relieved by this, even if I was still puzzled by the illogical actions of that creature. Yet I could not wait there. I would not risk it coming back and finding me here defenseless. I forced my body to stand up and move as fast as possible away from that place. At first, I felt my body weak and slow in time; my tremors subsided and I was in control again. At this moment, out of nowhere, I felt an unnatural presence looming over me, yet not physically, since there was nothing I could see, as I looked around in pure panic. Then, I heard a voice, in my head, no not heard more like felt, it was an absolute command that I could not defy in any way. Even the thought of rebelling against it started to lose any meaning, aside from being pathetic. I collapsed to the floor, trying to breathe, which was harder by the seconds, exposing myself to any kind of damage; there was nothing that I could do against that terrifying presence. Even my surviving instinct stopped functioning. For a time I was in a panic, hyperventilating and trembling uncontrollably. Then I felt this presence break into my mind and I felt it looking into my mind deeply. It saw everything that I was and I could hide nothing. It understood me even more than I could ever hope to know myself. I stopped trembling. I gave up and accepted my death right there. Everything felt so trivial in front of such a powerful and pressuring presence. At this moment even my subconscious mind stopped resisting. Once my mind and body had given up all resistance. There was only one logical thing to do, accept that there is no escape, and I did exactly that.

Soon powerful thoughts started to surface, bursting into the conscious part of my mind. I did not want these thoughts. Yet I was not in a condition to will them away. After a few seconds, I understood that these thoughts were not mine. They were projected into my mind by this presence. But I could not recognize most of what it showed me. There were many things; faces, creatures, alien life forms, lush forests, stars, many strange symbols, scratched on the walls of forgotten ruins. It was frightening and tiring, yet also fascinating. I felt a connection with some of the creatures in this dream-like state, in varying degrees. Some of them would make me much more terrified than the hydralisk that I saw in the tunnel. Strangely, after sensing the crushing presence of the Overmind, it did not matter to me that much anymore. In the meantime, my currently fragile consciousness slowly started to drift away, under the influx of continuous information. In the final seconds, I saw an iron bird flying through the sky, leaving behind its thundering roar, like a reminder of its vanishing presence. I was looking longingly after the trails of white smoke it had left behind in the sky. My grip on my mind began to slip, yet before the creeping darkness could swallow me entirely, I felt one powerful thought breaking the surface of darkness.

FoR ThE sWaRm.