Pain.

It was all-consuming.

Every thought burned to mindless white as he tried his best to stay afloat. He failed.

Like Icarus, he fell from the heavens, glowing with Psychic power. It lit a fire within him, pouring out of his every orifice in an attempt to escape.

Nerves and synapsis fired rapidly, hundreds, thousands, millions of connections a second.

He thrashed on the ground and the land shuddered with him. He screamed himself hoarse and the winds howled in turn.

A seen more befitting a painting of the end of times or a movie depicting natural disaster. The earth churned as if clay and a new mountain of ice and snow formed on top of him.

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A faint hope that it would numb him even the slightest bit. It was in vain.

Every breath was sheer agony that words failed to describe. There was no word for it, for it was something that was beyond human comprehension, a terror that transcended mere flesh and bones.

His very soul was being pierced.

He could feel it intimately. A gaping hole, a festering wound, and the countless ants crawling in to feast upon his sanity.

He had to stop them.

Had to make to the pain stop.

But he couldn't move.

Could barely think.

Frying his spinal cord didn't help.

Nor did removing it.

Something. He had to do something.

What though?

Why won't they stop?

They... They were eating him. Fine...Fine! He'd just have to bite them back.

Although Alan didn't know it, a large smile shone upon his bloodied face. It was all teeth.

"Let's see who gets to eat who?"

And so Alan got to work on counter-attacking. The connection that was forced upon him didn't only open up his soul for attack, it also gave him a road directly to the Queen and the hive.

And so a final battle, of will and minds, occurred. There was no longer any signs, no outward explosion nor shaking of the earth, but by no means was it any less intense than the previous battles.