A discreet illicit occurrence, between a promiscuous traveler, and a "woman of the night" was taking place in a seedy motel room in an exotic country. The traveller, weary of travel and reeling from an ugly divorce, sought a momentary release from his hardships.
In the aftermath of this "transaction", the man pulled out his wallet, and gave the woman some money, and waited for her to pick up her things and leave, in a few days he would be traveling again, and was keen on getting some rest.
He generally stayed inside his room, occasionally going out for a drink, or to get something to eat; it was during one of these times at a restaurant, that he first felt the compulsion.
When the waiter brought him his meal, and placed the silver wear by his plate, the traveler felt a very strong desire to "bleed", a feeling so overwhelming that while he proceeded to eat it made him nauseous, to a point where he needed to excuse himself to go to the restroom to vomit.
At the toilet, he couldn't contain himself and started vomiting, yet this did not ease his nausea. The feeling to cause injury to himself became unbearable, and the man started repeatedly slamming his face on the toilet bowl until he had destroyed all his teeth, and broken his nose, profusely bleeding he now felt a euphoria in tandem with the searing pain.
Exiting quickly in the hopes no one would see him, he made his way to the waiter to pay off his bill. Visibly shocked by the state of the travellers face, the waiter asked the man what had occurred; to which the traveller responded "I fell in the washroom, not to worry, it seems worse than it is".
The traveller paid off his bill and proceeded home, in heavy contemplation over what was occurring, and whether he should seek medical attention.
Slowly thoughts crept into the his mind as to whether he was mentally ill, and if he did go see a doctor what would he say "for some reason while having lunch I felt the need to bash my skull in"? Surely they would think he was insane, and suicidal he thought.
He was in immense pain, but decided to refrain from seeking medical attention until after he had reached his destination the next day; the prospect of not being able to fly if the hospital administration wanted to hold him for observation was too much of a risk for him.
So the traveller went about cleaning himself up, removing the bits of gristle, and chipped teeth lodged in his gums, and managed to stop the bleeding after using a couple of hand towels.
The next day he was feeling lethargic from the blood loss, checking out of the motel, and hailing a cab to the airport, everything went smoothly save for the clerk who gave him a look of repulsion when he presented his ticket.
Making his way past the security checkpoints and onto the plane, he was shown his seat onboard by the stewardess, and sat down next to his seat mate, and attempted to sleep. After the plane had taken off, meals were being served, once the food arrived, the smell, and sight of the silver wear brought back the nausea, and desire to seriously injure himself.
It was worse than before, and the traveller made haste to the restroom, locking the door shut, he smashed his face on the mirror, and the desire for self mutilation subsided for a while. In it's wake however came a awful burning sensation from his genitalia, and an unfathomable need to urinate; the man pulled down his pants and upon doing so felt a lump slowly forcing it's way thru his urethra.
Suffering immensely to pass this matter, he started screaming uncontrollably, alarming the other passengers onboard, whatever was making it's way through his penis felt like a billion tiny shards ripping apart his insides. After a long struggle the traveller passed the obstruction into the toilet bowl, and stream of wet sticky blood followed, the traveller looked at what he had passed in sheer horror.
Whatever it was, it resembled a form of cancer, a raw meaty pink, it was alive, and quivering, swimming inside the bowl. As the creature neared the edge, the man panicked and flushed it. The only thought in his mind was "I should have used a condom".
Meanwhile, outside the staff had gathered and requested the man come outside, and calm himself as he was frightening the other passengers.
Then the desire to harm himself overwhelmed him, he couldn't control it this time, and grabbed shards of glass, and started biting on them, his mouth overflowing with blood, spilling onto the rest of his body, he opened the door to everyone's terror.
He grabbed one of the stewardesses by the hair, and bled all over her, for some reason the act of bleeding onto her felt better than intercourse. As he spotted more people he started involuntarily regurgitating, each time he did so it felt like he was reaching climax over and over.
Making his way from the bottom row, to the top, the traveller had a strong reoccurring thought "spread", "spread ", "spread". In the midst of everyones panic, he was getting weaker, spotting a fork he grabbed it and punctured it deep into his jugular, and in the last moments of life he had bled onto a family.
Making an emergency stop at an airport, everyone onboard was told to wait for the police, and an ambulance to arrive so they could give their statements, and get a medical check up.
Perplexed and traumatized as they were, most of the passengers continued onto their respective destinations. The police had ruled out the incident as a violent suicide caused by depression over the travellers divorce, and the medical staff found no sign of illness, so there was no reason to keep the passengers any longer.
The travellers body was bagged, and sent off to the hospital morgue, until his family could be contacted, and something could be arranged for the transportation of his body. It was at the morgue that the residents living there, noticed that small meaty sacks were starting to protrude through the mans skin, and they decided to call the virus and disease arm of the government.
The travellers body was claimed by the government organization, and immediate testing took place. Upon receiving the results, two researchers stood in utter dread. The man had contracted a sentient and extremely contagious S.T.D. with traits of toxiplastomia, ebola, which was seemingly undetectable until it made itself known.
One of the researchers picked up the phone to reach the president, before the senior researcher stopped him and said "what happened to the other passengers onboard?", the other responded with trepidation "the police told them to continue on", upon hearing this the senior researcher spoke only seven words "then this is how the world ends"...
- Celx Requin