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Paul thought he yelled, "The hell are you trying to do to me?"  But the words got tangled somewhere in his throat, and what came up instead was more of gargle-screech than anything else.
Maya knelt next to him in a jingle of weaponry.  "Do shut up, love," she sighed as she slipped the needle into his forearm.  Paul shut up.  She sounded like Maya.  But of course, if she had been possessed all along, he wouldn't necessarily know the difference.  He struggled to focus his feverish thoughts through the fresh wave of Proxitol-induced nausea.  She looked up in surprise at his silence, and added slightly apologetically, "Not that I'm not terribly concerned about your psychological wellbeing…"  So it's a sarcastic flesh-eating murderous parasite. Perfect.  "I've upped the dosage, it should work better now…"  She was making to leave.  He concentrated on his mouth, on consciously forming the word:  
"Wait."
She spun around.  "Paul!  Oh thank God you're still in there…"  And she smiled, and her smile lit up her face like a sunrise.
It made him shudder.  "Don't… give me… that.  I… know… who you… are… and… I don't… want you… giving… me… shots…" and then his mouth was no longer his, and it added, "And neither does Mother."
And then Maya transformed.  Or at least, he could have sworn she did; but a second later, when he was looking frantically for all the signs of an aquatic life form, there was only Maya, pale and red-haired and human as ever.  But words were tumbling out of her mouth at an unnatural speed, tripping over one another, and she quite literally spitting with rage – "Mother's here?  You're in contact with her?  She's in contact with you?  And she's not with me?"  She dragged a curved, serrated blade out of her belt and lunged for him, but stopped short before his reflexes marshaled to cringe.  "Tell me you haven't taken over your own mother.  You did.  And that's why she's abandoned me before my maturation, left to die and rot in this damn…"—she was clawing at her body, gesturing at it, wild-eyed —"this useless… this infernal… MEAT-SACK?"  And with that phrase, she tore an ear clean off the side of her face.
Odyssey II: Chapter 5
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