The report from the doctor who examined Alexandra Melmoth doesn’t sound good.
By the time I got to him, Luke Pallaton was already tending to the doctor’s injuries. Cleaning the blood from the man’s genitalia revealed two puncture wounds at the base of his penis, and a rash forming on his testicles. Pallaton administered anti-venom, but it didn’t do any good. The rash worsened rapidly, the doctor’s sac swiftly puckering up in a mass of sores that wept in watery black. And where the black spread, so did the rash, down into the soft tissues of the anus and spreading across the thighs.
All of this in under five minutes, at which point Pallaton rushed the doctor out in search of what he called “more expert spiritual care.” The venom of gods was beyond him.
The search for Alexandra didn’t go well, either. We didn’t find her anywhere on the grounds of Ranger HQ, or anywhere nearby. So we returned to the building to organize a broader search, and while Cheveyo made the necessary phone calls, I went to the examination room to figure out what happened. The doctor, an Alo tribal practitioner by the name of Kachina, had thankfully recorded the session, a transcript of which follows.
Kachina: Commencing examination of prisoner Alexandra Melmoth, at request of Captain Cheveyo. This will be a general examination of the patient, with particular attention paid to a possible shoulder injury, and… it says here… the teeth. Huh. Now I’m a dentist.
Alexandra: It’s fine. I’m sure the Captain has his reasons.
Kachina: Alright, then. Let’s take care of the teeth first. Smile real big for me, okay?
(clattering of instruments)
Look fine to me. Any idea why he wanted your teeth looked at, Miss?
Alexandra: Not… exactly.
Kachina: Well, I’m satisfied if you are. Now, if you’ll step behind the curtain there and disrobe, we’ll get on with the examination.
Alexandra (a pause): …Alright.
Kachina: Examination of teeth complete. They show no signs of damage or irregularity. Clean pearly whites. Wonders of modern dentistry. Commencing physical as soon as patient has… disrobed… Oh, my.
Kachina: Yes. Yes, well. Just sit up here, Miss.
(clattering of instruments)
Ahem. Now. Stick out your tongue…
Kachina: No need to say aah, just… Well. Well, that’s odd.
Alexandra (muffled): Wha?
Kachina: Patient’s canines appear enlarged, and the back of her throat… Say aah again, please, til I tell you to stop.
Kachina: Stop. Patient’s throat shows unusual degree of muscular flexibility, enlarging to… Well, I’d have to measure it. But larger than normal human capacity.
Alexandra (small chuckle): I should have mentioned my lack of gag reflex.
Kachina: I see. That’s… Well, that’s a very unique throat you have.
Alexandra (teasing): All the boys say so.
Kachina: Ahem. Well. Let’s have a look at… at that shoulder.
Alexandra: That’s not my shoulder you’re looking at, Doctor.
Kachina: Just trying to ascertain… any damage to… connective tissues.
Now, which shoulder was it you injured, Miss?
Alexandra: I don’t remember, exactly. Let me see…
Kachina: Stop that.
Alexandra: Stop what?
Kachina: Stop stretching. It’s… distracting.
Alexandra: Sorry, Doctor. I’m just trying to see if my shoulder hurts.
Kachina: Well… Well, does it?
Alexandra: Not really. But… Something doesn’t feel right, on the left side. Here. Feel here.
Alexandra (sharp intake of breath): Yes. Yes, right there. Now, let me rotate it, and…
Kachina: Miss Melmoth, please take your hand off my shoulder.
Alexandra (low): Does it bother you?
Alexandra: Liar. But, fine. If you don’t like it there, maybe a little lower…
Kachina (voice strained): Miss Melmoth, that’s… That’s enough.
Alexandra: Oh, it’s not nearly enough. Not nearly…
(wet kissing sounds)
(sharp intake of breath)
Kachina: Please… stop…
Alexandra (voice thick, deeper): No…
(shuffling, bumping, sliding zipper)
(more wet noises, moaning, hissing)
Kachina (weakly): Wait…
Alexandra (angry, voice transformed, barely recognizable): You know you want it! Now sit down and let me give it to you!
(more bumping, moaning, hissing, wetness)
Kachina: Ah… ah… ah… AAGH!
(wet sucking and a deep, muffled chuckle)
(spitting noise, shuffling)
Alexandra (distracted tone): …god, I need a man…
Some noises follow that we assume are the sound of Alexandra getting dressed, jimmying the lock on the window, and crawling out.
Her behavior here is distressing, to say the least. I saw something similar when I visited her in the hospital, of course, this sexual predation without full Yig manifestation. But this happened without influence of the Osceola, with no more inspiration than a bit of nudity and a hint of attraction from her victim.
Cheveyo says that he saw no inkling of this behavior when he brought her in. She seemed compliant and scared. Almost relieved, in fact, to be in custody. It’s the only reason he left her alone with the doctor, though I do wonder how much her strange magnetism may have affected that decision. She can’t seem to turn it off.
Obviously, her condition is extremely volatile. Whatever happened to her at the lake… whatever she left behind… has changed her. Will it still take the trauma of death to release Yig inside her at this point? Or will finding whatever satisfaction she craves have the same effect? Either way, she’s on the loose, and presumably looking for more victims. We’ve alerted Sheriff Patton, and issued an APB. I just hope we can find her, and that I can get her to eat the Wanageeska hot dog, before she takes another victim.
– Agent X-23, signing off.