Thread: (Long_Shot x wiki234) Sekirei - Chapter One: Even the Best Laid Plans...

Again he was in the air, by this time it was beginning to settle in that perhaps this was less a dream and rather some terrible drug-induced trip. His arms were burning as she carried him through, now causing him to look at both of his shoulders where one of the winged girls from earlier had grabbed him. The skin was severely burned, blisters forming as the nice suit he'd been wearing had been apparently scorched away. His eyes settled on the sight of his mangled and charred flesh for but a moment as suddenly the stinging pain of it all set in and he gritted his teeth against it. Soon enough the nerves there stopped their incessant screaming in agony and just shut down leaving an overall stinging and numbing sensation. He would have sighed at this point too save for suddenly being deposited once again upon another roof. Recovering from one almighty blow and moving to the next, he was already beginning to grow tired of whatever messed up game this was, but the girl before him had his attention without holds barred. She still had two massive black wings, sinister in appearance and look. He felt a cold feeling crawl up his spine as he sat there wondering what he had just seen. The shards of darkness flying out from her, the fireballs, the wavering women with the white wings. He couldn't believe that any of it really had been done. Was this some sort fo crazy movie they were filming for perha- I forgot to think about that they were already awakened... She facepalmed, yeah my attacks didn't do shit that's why...but you're safe... Wait, what? What was she talking about? What did she say she'd forgotten? Why in the Hell was there attacking going on in the first place? He was just some salaryman making his way through the world and attempting to just stay alive in a situation that had gone from worse to confusing and now to almost feverishly insensible. If that wasn't enough though, suddenly she was looking at him, and he smiled sheepishly as he attempted to hold his hands out in front of him. The movement aggravated both of his shoulders, but at least he got the hands up to a point between himself and her. It didn't work. Sighing as she seemingly made up some sort of decision in her mind, she suddenly moved towards him. She moved one of her hands to touch the top of his forehead, the touch strangely cooling and soothing, but what happened next tripped everything in his body that could panic him, hey...I'm sorry but this might hurt a bit...please trust me... I don't trust you! I don't trust you! I don't trust you! his mind began to scream out in defiance as suddenly the arm that wasn't at his forehead shifted its form into the strange dragon-like entity from before when she'd been fighting and he realized that this was it. He was as good as dead now. The beast's form was enormous, at least at this close proximity and he tried to tell his body, still frozen in fear, to move. His brain was recording every second now and perspiration was breaking out across his forehead, not jsut from the sweltering heat of the summer sun overhead, but also from the intense strain his body now perceived itself under. Then the head moved forward and took one of his arms, that were still lamely attempting to gain some distance from the horrifying appearance of the girl before him, gently between its teeth. His spine was in chills and he was desperately wanting to run right now, but she seemed to be holding him in place, or rather his fear of her was. She was a pretty one, that much was certain, but everything about her and the dragon's head accompanying it had him quite definitely mortified. If I get out of this in any way alive, I'm never leaving the office or home again, I don't care. I'll just go straight there, straight back, don't need anything else because I'll just order pizza every night. His pleading went silent and unvoiced and so what she said next had him about to break that silence as his body went cold, the wounds of my soon to be the pain and the blackness of death shall be washed away from this body and the darkness shall manifest this body as its guardian... His eyes went wide as he tried to look down at his arm. What the hell was she saying? Wounds of her soon-to-be? She was talking like some damned girl with a wife-fantasy or something, and pain and blackness of death? Wasn't she morphing parts of her body into that same darkness? What the hell was going on- as he tried to look moreso at the teeth holding his arm firmly and yet surprisingly gently in place still, he saw the girl lean in even closer and whisper into his ear. Please forgive me... For what? She hadn't done much else than save his life from now seemingly uncertain death than by breaking a couple of ribs, carrying him by his burn wounds well into a kilometer from the winged ladies who apparently had every intention of saving him from his near lethal fall. She had his arm in the vice that was some mutant dragon-creature's mouth and that dragon was somehow connected to her body and- It felt like a series of nails had just slammed into his arm as he felt the fabric of his suit tear away under the pin-point sharpness of the needle-like teeth in the dragon's mouth and then worse came. Heat and pain radiated up along his arm and he let out a horrified shout as he watched black ichor seep up through his veins and crawl through his body. When the ichor had travelled far enough up his arm to reach his burned shoulders, he watched it ooze out from the thousands of veins running exposed and the visuals of the damage done being pushed out as the ichor slowly turned to new and fresh flesh had his stomach churning. Then it hit his torso and the feeling of himself burning away from the inside took him by the most intense ride of pain he'd ever known, and falling lamely onto his side, the gravel of the rooftop area they were in offering minimal comfort in the movement embedded itself into his cheeks as the waves of pain rushed over him and he could only help but groan and shout in pain and agony. It felt like he had just been slammed in the gut after breaking his ribs and now he had food poisoning and the feeling of bones dissolving away and leaving new ones. He was past the worst of it now it seemed as the dragon's mouth left his arm and the wound no longer hurt. Tears blurring his vision, he let his grimace slowly fade away as the near instantaneous pain settled into an overall soreness across his body. What the hell was that? Who was this girl, why in the hell did she do that?! He could've gone to a hospital and been perfectly fine! He got his answer soon enough, or at least an answer to the first of many of his questions, it's called infected transfusion...but it's only works for minor stuff...that bite..I infected your body with the cells that I use for my weapon. I targeted the cells of the skin to decay and allow the cells to be pumped into your body...with that the cells ate and consumed the nutrients from the broken bones as well as the information of the cell and formed copies of that cell. Basically stem cells... What sort of damned pseudo-science was that? That wasn't even possible, doctors in hospitals didn't use it but it had worked which left him sitting on the edge of Occam's Razor. So he went with what she was telling him as he attempted to recover from whatever the Hell she'd just done to him. He tried to nod but the pain was still aggravatingly strong and he settled for a simple pain-ridden grimace as the last bits of the wounds he'd suffered from before gave way and the soreness seemed to fill his body where it had broken. Just rest and your body should get used to it... I think it just did. Who are you? His question was simple enough, but perhaps it held more of a meaning in just wanting to know what was going on. Nevertheless, the extent of the girl's answer relied solely on how she interpreted the question itself.