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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I wake sitting somewhere I don’t recognize - at first I freak thinking I’m back in that hell hole - but then I realize... I’m in... Rob’s bedroom.
What tha -?
There are clothes everywhere - all the furniture is piled up against the wall and the entire room looks like some kind of den... Like... Like a... Well - a nest.
Rosie is sitting in the corner, warily watching me, purring softly, a slight smirk on her face.
My chest hurts.
I sit up properly and touch my hand to my aching chest - and find I’ve got man tits - what the fuuuuck?
They’re sore - actually, they feel like they’re gonna explode - what the hell is going on?!
A groan diverts my attention.
Peering into the dim lighting, I see Rob under sheets - in a pile of clothes and stuff like a great big bird’s nest.
“Rob...?” I get up and walk over to him, kneeling down by his side and taking off the sheets.
Rob moans, he’s sweating horribly and he’s trembling a fair bit.
“Rob... Dude... Are you okay...?” I know that’s a stupid question to ask, but I can’t help it.
Rob moans again, gripping his shirt and whimpering in pain.
“It’s time... It’s time... But... I... Can’t... Do it...” He whimpers pathetically.
“It’s okay Rob, I’ll get help.” I say, putting my hand gently on his shoulder.
“No... Don’t go!” Rob chokes.
He grabs my hand and puts it under his shirt and on his pot belly.
It’s firm - which I know instantly isn’t right - it’s warm to my touch and... It’s moving.
Fuck.
Rosie walks over to me.
“Shirt.” Rosie says in the fragmented English of hers. “Shirt off. Both of you.”
“What?” I stare at her.
“Off! Now!” Rosie snarls at me.
I jump and do as I’m told - startled by her outburst.
“Hell Rosie - what’s your problem?” I mutter as I throw my shirt to the ground.
I look down and stare at my man tits - they’ve swollen beyond anything I’ve ever seen before - shit I feel like a girl - like... Like that Pamela Anderson. No way would any normal guy have tits this big.
Shiiiiit...
Rosie snorts and holds her tail out in front of me.
“Shouldn’t I get him to sit up?” I ask hesitantly.
“No time. Wait, he dies.” Rosie replies grimly.
Rob whimpers in pain and I shake me head, taking hold of Rosie’s tail and using the serrated blade on the end to slice off Rob’s shirt.
“Oh fuck...” I choke back a wave of nausea, staring at his gut which is... Moving.
Fuck.
Something is pressing against the skin, which is thin and almost transparent in colour, it’s moving like a monster just beneath his skin.
“That face inside is right beneath your skin...” I whisper, thinking of the lyrics to Papercut.
“I... Can’t do it... I can’t...” Rob chokes between sobs. “It’s time - time... It’s time... But I can’t...”
Rosie puts her stubby, two fingered hand on Rob’s forehead and he calms instantly, falling down into a deep sleep - almost like a coma.
She forces her tail into my hands again.
“Cut it out.” She orders calmly.
“What?!” I stare at her.
Rosie returns my gaze - not coldly, but firmly.
“Cut, or Rob dies.” Rosie murmurs.
“Rosie - you’re asking me to cut open a friend!” I shout.
“There no choice. If you don’t, Rob dies. Be okay he will, I take care I will.” Rosie reassures me.
“But...” I choke off and listen to the voices swirling around in my mind.
I know one of them is Blue - being the asshole he is, but there’s another one I’m unfamiliar with.
“I hope you’re right Rosie... Fuck I hope you are - I really do...” I whisper and line up her tail blade.
My hand is shaking, but I manage to steady myself enough to gently cut into the skin, something tells me to not go any further, and I follow, gently slicing at the same depth down the length of Rob’s huge bowling ball pot belly.
The skin splits open like the eggs do in Aliens, a slightly sickening noise filling the air as the wound opens the full length.
I swallow back nausea as I gaze at the throbbing insides, my gut lurches but I keep it all down - mainly because there’s something that’s got my heart pounding in fear instead.
A balled up thing stretches out, legs and arms flailing, its face, featureless except for two obvious slits which I think might be the nose... God what the hell is it?!
A split in its face appears and it takes an enormous breath and then makes a sound like the raptors do on Jurassic Park. Then I, despite my pounding heart, I reach in and pick it up, pulling it from the gaping wound.
The creature flails wildly - crying out, kicking me as I pull it to my chest.
It’s still got the umbilical cord attached, but Rosie soon fixes that, severing it.
The creature kicks me, but as soon as I cuddle it to my chest, it calms down, making softer noises than before.
I gently run my hand over its face, wiping the sticky, slimy gunk out of its eyes, hushing it as its sounds fade away to little purring kind of noises.
Its fingers linger over my boobs, the deformed, alien looking hands, though slimy, are actually quite gentle.
The hands have no thumbs, and the knuckles for two of the fingers are way down on either side, leaving the middle two fingers with the joints higher up, longer.
I gaze at it for awhile, and then almost without thinking I touch my hand to its mouth - instantly it latches on and starts sucking.
“This is just too bizarre...” I murmur as I gently rock the creature in my arms.
Rosie touches her nose to it and then shrugs, turning back to Rob.
I shift the creature’s weight slightly and it lets go of my finger, reaching its head up with its little mouth open, searching, and then it finds what it’s after - latching on to my nipple and sucking hard.
“Rosie...!” I look at her with a startled expression.
Rosie makes a gargling noise in laughter.
Do not fear Mike, it is only nursing.
“What?” I stare.
“Mother. You are mother.” Rosie grins.
I sit there silently for a moment, and suddenly a smile crosses my face - I laugh, unable to help it.
“Okay - this - this is a little too weird.” I shake my head. “You’re telling me - that this thing - is my kid?”
Rosie nods.
“Conceivable.” She says as she gently pulls a weird organ out of Rob’s belly.
It’s like an empty bag with roots coming out of it - I look away as she throws it to the ground and begins healing Rob’s wounds.
It is possible your reproductive systems went under a mutation somehow. So... Pairing with Rob, you created something. Which I believe normal human male, male pairings cannot do correct?
“Yeah... Okay... Whoa this is weird. By far the weirdest thing so far...” I shake my head and grab a shirt I think is Rob’s and put it around the creature which is still sucking.
You can name it then. I believe it is male.
“Name it what?” I ask. “I mean... What do you call something like this?”
Rosie shrugs.
We sit in silence for a while, listening to the only sound which was soft sucking noises coming from the alien creature.
“Haruku. If it’s really a he, I’ll call him Haruku. After Lesley.” I say at last.
Then Haruku he is.
I look up and see Rosie smile; I smile back and then look down at Haruku, nursing quietly.
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