It must have been something in the burger, of course it was... some bacteria hidden in the rotten meat, something that lodged inside him and stayed there.

He wasn't sure... maybe the bacteria, virus or fungus was already in him, maybe he was already sick because the only thing Randy remembers after eating that sandwich was biting hard on Chris's fingers, Jess's loud and outrageous screams and Benson arriving with a shotgun?yeah... and he definitely hallucinated that…

And then he had a terrible case of vomiting on top of the lovebirds… that made them both immediately flee the establishment, it wasn't even time to open yet... what would he tell his boss?! Randy's mind was spinning, and he was cold... probably low blood pressure, the blurred vision didn't help either, but he saw a blur approaching, probably Benson... he said something...

“-that was quite a show Bradley… It's going to be hard for that son of a bitch to put his finger back after you swallowed it.”

swallowed it? No... Randy hadn't swallowed anything... or even or ripped off... he's already reached his quota of things he ripped off in this life. and he was trembling at the possibility that he had done it again… everything was very confusing, he wasn't breathing properly….

“-water… give me water… NOW!!!”

he yelled… he yelled at Benson… he didn't yell at people… that wasn't how his mother raised him but the only thing he heard in response was a low chuckle... soon after Randy was dragged to a sink... however the speed at which the water was coming was not enough... he had to tear out the sink... because more water was needed... he was dying of thirst... he needed water... lots of water

“-How intriguing… Bradley, I didn't know you had that strength... and here I was thinking you were a helpless little sheep…”

“-My name is not Bradley”

“-The fuck?! how is it not”

Besides being thirsty, Randy's skin was itching... maybe an allergic reaction... he tried to splash some water on his body but he needed something bigger... like a lake, a river or even the sea... his mind saw a large body of water... he needed it... urgently

“- drive to me…drive me to the water…”

“- drive you to the water? what water “Bradley”? want me to fuck you in my bathtub?”

“-Randy… yes…it works for me.”

that wasn't him... his own voice sounded tired and distant... and he was talking nonsense... he didn't mean any of it... he tried to correct himself and say what he really meant

“-take me to the water and fuck me in it…”

Randy… definitely didn't mean it… but that's what came out of his mouth… it also came out in a strange way, it wasn't flirtatious but it was in a melodious voice… strange even to his own ears

This generated a minute of silence between them two… and he swore that the other man was going to punch him at any moment… after all, what crazy thing had he just said? it wasn't him... it wasn't rational... it was… carnal.

carnal? Yeah... carnal... he wanted Benson carnally... his body... his flesh... he could feel his mouth watering...

“-I'll take you somewhere, outside the city, but only if you promise not to bite, my little crocodile”

“-I.. promise…”

(and with that they went)

Far they went, Randy had other symptoms along the way… horrible pains throughout his body… his bones ached and he felt like he was suffocating every second… some very small part of his brain was telling him he needed to go to a hospital… but that was nonsense… he just needed a large body of water…

and in the end he doesn't know where he was, where Benson threw him... or where the boat came from... in fact the only thing he could think of was relief

relief that he was finally submerged, that he could see clearly even with the murky water. He felt that moving down there was much better… freer…lighter…

Randy could satisfy his hunger by eating some fish right there. The craving for flesh passed... Benson no longer needed to worry about Randy wanting to bite his flesh... or desire him carnally... that was definitely a mental lapse caused by the disease... he didn't mean any of what he said... in fact, he was already thinking about how he was going to apologize when he felt something grab him... pulling him up to the surface...

It was a fishing net… and fight against it was useless… and Part of Randy was also very tired… it had been a long day… he was sick… he could barely feel his legs… it was almost as if they didn't exist… but after the net rose and carried him onto a boat and Randy saw Benson it was as if a part of him relaxed… he could sleep peacefully. He would be well taken care of… even though he was exhausted, and even though Randy had promised he wouldn't... he wanted to bite Benson... but it was a different kind off bite... it was a loving bite... there was a difference... somehow he knew there was a difference.

“-why are you so tall?... get down here... let me have you…”

“- tall? I think from the floor of my boat I might look like a giraffe. And you baby... it's a fucking sea creature”

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made by W.S/ATSB (initials of some user of mine) Ps: English is not my native language so sorry if there are mistakes. Your drawing really inspired me. ❤️ Someday I'll release a fic on AO3 about Mermaids AU. I'd like more people to post it too. But for now, here's this piece, I hope you like it.