The Hirigan Virus (F)

[Midii]

Title: The Hirigan Virus

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Disclaimer: The 'gods' in this story are fictional and I am not trying to contradict anyone's religious beliefs.

Summary: Two adolescent Hirigan gods create a new mutation of the cold virus in an attempt to take over the world.

Authors Notes: In case anyone is confused,

1) A Hirigan is a god. They are giants but they can also turn into humans.

2) They can save or destroy the earth but Hirigans cannot cure the common cold (unlike illnesses like strep throat which can be cured by antibiotics).

3) The Hirigan Virus is the modified cold virus that Junib and Zaffron create.

4) The text in italics is the Hirigan world, the normal text is the human world.

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The Hirigans. They were a tribe of gods that had power above animals, above human beings, above the forces of nature. They had the ability to do almost everything, and they kept their identity a secret from humans, living hidden in a rainforest above the Earth. They were giant and could fit a hundred human beings onto one hand, and could also shift shapes into humans and animals. Together, the fifty Hirigans living in the tribe could save or destroy the Earth.

The Hirigans lived in peace. They were a cultured civilization with a clear division of work. The Medicine Man was responsible for administering cures to various diseases on Earth, the young children were responsible for bringing the humans happiness, and the Tribal Leader was responsible for ensuring that everyone in the tribe was doing their work properly. He, or she, was the holder of the Talisman of Wisdom.

Like teenage humans, the Hirigan adolsecents posessed the physical power a full-grown Hirigan had; they were simply rash and incapable of using their powers correctly. Junib and Zaffron, two young Hirigans, had decided to try an experiment.

They had created a mutation of the cold virus and turned it into something more severe, an illness that spanned about two weeks. Human beings were highly unlikely to die from it, but they would be severely weakened and could be re-infected with it. It was highly contagious and had been specially chosen because unlike illnesses such as the flu, the Hirigans couldn’t cure the common cold. It had to take its time to run its full course and therefore there wasn’t much the elders could do to help apart from shift into humans and run around the cold-stricken neighbourhoods around the world, delivering free chicken soup to everyone and bringing them free medicine.

It wasn’t an act of malice designed to bring trouble to humans. They simply wanted to distract the tribal elders, who they knew would busy trying to stop the cold epidemic, so they could steal the Talisman of Wisdom and become the leaders themselves.

Junib and Zaffron only had a tiny sample of the modified cold virus. They had to target two human beings who would be responsible for spreading the newly-created cold. These human beings were due to fly back to London from Sydney on a thirteen-hour, crowded flight, on two separate planes. By chance, they were in the same hotel.

In the dead of the night, Junib and Zaffron shifted into humans, and crept into the Blackwell Hotel. They went into Belinda Smith's room, and coated the surfaces with the virus. They then continued to pick the lock to Heather Barne's room and stealthily sprayed her room with the germs. Heather shifted slightly then slept on, unaware of what would happen next.

Ashley had just settled herself comfortably in her wide, business-class seat when a young woman, who she guessed was in her twenties, walked into the cabin. She was quite pretty, with light-blue eyes and blonde hair and a slim figure, but it wasn’t what Ashley noticed about her.

She had a thick cashmere scarf covering her mouth, the tip of her pink nose peeping out of the top, which she was dabbing at constantly with a soaked tissue. Stopping beside Ashley to lift her suitcase into the luggage-storing areas above, Ashley noticed that whenever she stopped dabbling at her nose two trails of slime would slowly ooze out of her nostrils, which she quickly slurped up with a wet sniffle. Ashley glanced away, disgusted. To her horror, this woman sat down next to her and produced a box of Kleenex from her huge coat pocket, and laid it on the armrest between them.

‘My God,’ Ashley thought, ‘I’m going to be sitting next to this woman for thirteen hours?’ The woman started blowing her nose, and Ashley watched as one of the thin tissues began to sag under the weight of the woman’s yellow-green snot. ‘Gross!’ Ashley muttered, and stood up to find a stewardess.

‘Yes, how can I help?’ the stewardess asked.

‘I want a seat change!’ Ashley fumed.

‘I’m sorry, but the flight is full. Can you please sit back down and buckle up, and enjoy the journey?’

‘I paid for this ticket and I’m not even allowed to switch seats?’

Suddenly, a voice boomed in the intercom above, ‘Cabin crew, please prepare for takeoff. Would all passengers please put on your seatbelts when the seatbelt sign goes on?’

Seething with rage, Ashley glared at the woman in the seat next to her, who had a miniature tower of wet tissues in front of her, and edged as far away as possible as the plane started taking off.

[Talon Winchester]

I love this! It it extremely well written and I just LOVE contagion! Please update as soon as possible!

[Vetinari]

Contagion on a plane and an extra deliciously messy cold virus? What could possibly be better than that?

Please continue!

[sneeze@me]

mmm... this is sooo hot. pleaz update soon.

[Kiwifruit]

Oh wow, super cool idea and delicious contagion concepts I really like your writing style as well; I'm looking forward to reading more!

[sneezytwilight]

This is interestingly done....I like it though!

[Jorm]

I do hope you continue this! I'm really intrigued by the idea already!

[doggo]

Oh yeah, this is interesting! I really hope to read more!

[Midii]

Thanks for the comments everyone . Here's the next instalment. Sorry-not much sneezing in this part, but I promise some more in the next. By the way, this is my first story so if you have any constructive comments or criticism to make please tell me. Also if you want something to happen you can comment and tell me. Thanks again!

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The Hirigan Virus, Part 2

'How are things going?' Junib asked Zaffron. He picked up his walkie-talkie and took a long look at it. He wasn't used to all this fancy stuff the humans built, but it was useful for sure.

'Great,' Zaffron replied in a low murmur.

'You're doing a great job, y'know,' Junib responded. 'Actually, where are you anyway? I know you stayed at the Blackwell Hotel, but where are you now?'

'On the plane,' Zaffron replied, 'I'm pretending to be a stewardess.'

Junib chuckled. 'Great job, sis. So who are you keeping track of?'

'Heather Barne. The girl sitting next to her...uh, what's her name? Umm, that's right. Yeah, Ashley. Ashley came and requested a seat change just now. I have to admit Heather's looking quite poorly. But that's the price we have to pay for becoming tribal leaders. We're lucky this bug spreads faster than a normal cold. Ashley should be coming down with it in about seven hours. We're three hours into the flight. Wait, I've got to go. Turbulence.'

Junib wandered to the edge of the rainforest and peered down onto the spinning globe covered with misty clouds and tried to spot the aeroplane which was supposedly flying from one side to the other. He couldn't see it, but maybe it was because the plane was on the other side. Well, never mind. He would see Zaffron soon anyway. With the help of the virus, they would soon become as powerful as the leaders...

Heather slumped in her seat, trying to inconspicuously use her nasal spray while ducking out of the glares of the girl beside her. Honestly, it wasn't her fault she was sick. The kid sitting beside her looked ready to murder Heather. She sighed and massaged her temples, wishing her headache would go away. She felt awful. As she tried to doze off, she felt a small trail of glop slowly trickle down her left nostril and used a Kleenex to swipe it away before having to do the same for her other one. She wished her nose would stop streaming. She wish she would stop coughing, as she spat out another clump of yellow phlegm. Heck, she wished this cold would go away already.

She started feeling nauseous and stumbled to the bathroom to pull down her scarf and splash her face with some cold water, before leaning weakly against the bathroom door. She happened to glance at her reflection in the mirror and sighed heavily. She was extremely pale, white as a sheet, and her eyes were bloodshot and teary. Digging in her pocket, Heather took out a packet of cough drops and started to suck on one, trying to breathe out before realising that her blocked nose was stopping her from doing just that, and the attempt to force air through was making it run. How could her nose be so red and raw when she'd only had this cold for a while? While she was alone, Heather produced an ear thermometer from the pouch inside her coat, laden with cold supplies, and placed it inside her ear canal.

The LCD screen brought no good news; she was running a low temperature of 100.2, with the help of the Advil she'd taken that morning. It was time for more, she sighed as she unlocked the bathroom door and staggered back to her seat, where she proceeded to have a coughing fit. It was a harsh, phlegmy cough that left her feeling very light-headed and ill. She cleared her throat and took a gulp of her water, along with a dose of cold medicine.

Heather felt something trickling down her nose, which she tried to slurp up with a thick, damp, snuffle. The girl next to her glared disapprovingly. It was getting dark now, and the cabin crew had turned off most of the lights, so that she was no longer so visible, but the sounds that she made--the coughing, sneezing, sniffling, were still painfully loud to the other passengers, who all had their iPod buds stuffed into their ears, probably with the volume cranked on high too.

'It isn't my fault I'm sick! I'm feeling awful too,' Heather thought bitterly as she tried to settle herself into a comfortable position.

7 hours later, on the plane

Ashley woke up to a familiar, painful ache in her throat, and a throbbing head. She pulled her seat up and gingerly rubbed her forehead. It must be the cold the woman next to her had. She turned her head to glare at the woman before wincing and lying back down. Her head hurt too much. She couldn't move.

She tried to inhale and exhale deeply to escape the nauseous feeling that was threatening to turn into something much worse at any time, then realised she was too congested. Her blocked nose was gently oozing out white liquid. She frantically sat up, and ignoring her pounding head, searched her pockets for a tissue. Where were they? Ashley realised with a sudden panic that she hadn't brought any, so she quickly whipped a few out of the Kleenex box that sat in between her and the woman beside her. The woman had given her this cold after all. She shifted and Ashley tensed for a moment, but then she lay back down, coughing her deep cough and slurping the leaking slime trails back into her nose.

Ashley held her nose tightly with the tissue and blew, first the left side then the right. By the time she'd used up three tissues, the overwhelming congestion still wouldn't leave her, and her nose was beginning to tickle. 'Heh...heNXT!' she sniffled, rubbing the bottom with her soaked tissues. With still three hours of the flight to go, a sore throat, a headache and the beginnings of a bad cold, she lay back down and curled up, trying to soothe her aching throat and hammering head.

'Everything's going well, Junib,' Zaffron said, pressing down the speak button on her walkie-talkie. 'Everything's going great. There is one new person infected already. It won't be long before everyone gets this...Good luck to the elders.' And with an evil chuckle, she placed the black device back into her suitcase and went to serve some drinks.

[doggo]

OMG this is so evil! I just love this scenario. "infect-and-watch" has always been a big part of my fantasies. And supercolds! So great to be reading this.

[Jorm]

I love the plot you have going, it's very clever! I always like when there's more to a fetish story than just the fetish aspects. It's great when the characters and plot make me want to keep reading just as much as the sneezes do. I would say though that if the mentions of nausea are heading the direction of actually... getting "sick" you might want to give some kind of warning beforehand, as I know I'm not the only forumer here who gets a little freaked out about that aspect of sickness. I had to skim this a little in places instead of reading carefully because I was afraid someone might be about to throw up.

[Kiwifruit]

One word: LOVE

[sneezytwilight]

THis is so neat...It spreads so fast....seems like my school, once someone is sick at least one person has it day after day....for like till school ends..

I'm evil in a way where I love to hear everyone sneeze from it. LOl

[ilovesneezing]

so far, so great!!

[Midii]

I'm working on the third part...just out of curiosity, (1) do you like Heather or Ashley better, and (2) would you prefer reading about the virus spreading in a school or in an office?

[ichixshiro14]

Love it so far! I vote office lol

[Talon Winchester]

This is GREAT! I vote Ashley and school! I am in SUCH a good mood today

[blackrose]

i vote office!

[silentdreamer789]

Really enjoying this And I vote office, definitely.

[SneezyLaura]

Can I be greedy and vote for both?

One of them could work in an office and the other one could be a teacher (and has a school trip very soon! )

[coffeepot]

This is excellent - glad you're continuing!

I have no preference at all for either of the two currently-infected characters, but would definitely prefer to see it spread in an office... it always feels a little weird to me when fics feature under 18s :S

[Jorm]

I can't say I really have a preference... It's all so promising! Can I be greedy too? I admit I'm not really into -18 focus that much when it comes to the school scenario, BUT I love infected teachers. Really though, I'm going to keep reading no what you go with, I'm looking forward to whatever you throw at us next!

[Midii]

Sorry for the delay, I've been very busy. I've decided to go on with Heather (and Ashley will make a re-appearance at some point, but for now I'll just). Thanks everyone who voted and thanks ouroboros for telling me about that...I'll keep it in mind .

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The Hirigan Virus, Part 3

Heather was shaken awake gently by a tall stewardess who was gently wafting a smell of perfume towards her. Immediately, she tensed, grabbing a tissue as she sneezed a very wet huh-itchuu. She quickly grabbed another as thick, green goo began spilling out of the tissue. The stewardess backed away awkwardly and gestured towards the entrance.

'Miss, um, we have arrived at Heathrow Airport...if you would just like to get your bags...' Dazed, Heather gave her nose a final wipe and shoved the used tissues into her pocket, then hoisted her suitcase out of the luggage rack while dabbing delicately at her jammed nose.

'How the hell am I going to teach tomorrow?' she thought bitterly as she began coughing up thick, sticky phlegm beside the Immigration desk. The woman beside her gave her a look of deep disgust and quickly changed lanes. 'Ugh,' she muttered as she broke off into a coughing fit as she handed the officer her passport. Digging into her bag for some more tissues, she spat out some more green gloop and answered the officer's questions in a deep, hoarse whisper. She coughed some more as she passed the baggage collecting area, and was fast running out of tissues, so she went to the bathroom to freshen herself up and take some toilet paper.

Thankful that she'd passed without being interrogated about her health, she proceeded to walk out of the airport into the fresh morning air, which resulted in another few sneezes. 'Heh...ishooo!' she sniffed as she sat on a bench to wait for her fiance to pick her up. Her throat was getting very sore with all the coughing she was doing. Heather sighed and rummaged in her bag for some of her cough drops and popped one in her mouth, sighing with contentment. While she was at it, she took another Asprin and closed her eyes..

The blue Toyota pulled up a few minutes later. James looked out and saw Heather collapsed on the bench, her nose red even from a distance, looking extremely weary. Alarmed, he parked the car and shook Heather awake.

'Heather...?'

Embarrassed and now awake, Heather blotted her streaming eyes and nose as she collapsed into the passenger seat, a fresh box of tissues in her lap. Her fiance looked at her worriedly. 'That's one hell of a cold, Heather, are you all right?'

'I...' she paused to cough, bringing the tissues up to her mouth as she did so. 'I'b okay...hit-choo! huh...huh...nxxt! Just a bit sick, Jabes...' She coughed again. 'Bight see a doctor.' The talking was taking a lot of effort and hurting her throat, so she fell silent as James felt her forehead with his hand.

'You're burning up! I'm driving you to the doctor's straight away. Who's going to take care of you when I go on my business trip?' James muttered as he drove into town.

This is very short but I'm still working on the next part...sorry for the delay again!

[Natto]

I'm finding this completely fascinating. I love the idea of a magically enhanced cold, and I like that the Hirigans have a reason for it other than being sadistic bastards. The writing itself is excellent as well.

[ichixshiro14]

*squeals* I'm loving this! Random question, are we going to see Belinda again? Ohh I shiver to think of all the people who are going to get infected...the stewardess, the clerk, fellow passengers, probably her fiance...*flails* thanks for sharing, can't wait for more