Thread: Monster [ Burke x Arianna  ]

What did... She spat a thick wad of black, foamy blood into the carpet, rolling to hold herself off the ground with arms alone. Her jaw worked, like she'd just been punched, and the teeth rolling out of her gums seemed to flex in alternating growth and retraction. Her eyes were glassy. Her skin was white, too white, far too pale. Her veins stood out. Her hair looked greased, and shined in the light. Fingernails split with the protuberances ebbing under her skin, threatening to break loose at any second. Red volcanic lines of flesh split down to her knuckles and different shades of red leaked out onto the carpet. What did they do. She repeated, accusing eyes zeroing in hotly. What did they do? She dragged herself closer, legs limp, struggling with the weight of her own body. They. She shuddered inhumanly, the spiny ends of her vertebrae stretching the fabric of her clothes. I don't... know, Lexi. She balked, lurching forward, as though in the throes of nausea. What did they do to me? A sardonic curl of a smile split her bleeding mouth for seconds only, the dripping crimson there mingling with her saliva and stretching down to the floor, quivering with the acute tremblings of its host. She looked very cold. She spasmed again, and this time did vomit, spattering darkness on Alexandra's doorstep, elbows quaking uncontrollably while she struggled. A desperate moan, and her back arched, the swollen bones of her back poking out through her skin and clothing all at once, like once-dormant quills on a porcupine, or a suddenly activated roadway spike strip. What did you do to me... She said the words almost to herself, gazing somehow past her target, pushing forward, clawing at the carpet to bring herself nearer. What did you let them do... She gripped anew, the stylish cobalt blue underfoot rippling and bunching in her grasp for another surge forward. Why did you leave me? Yellow eyes never looked so human, real despair washing over her in a wave of melancholy, drowning the beast momentarily while pink tears dotted from the inner corners of her eyes and streaked down that once-beautiful face. It was a stark contrast to the shadowy mass accumulating around the corners of her mouth, oozing over her lip, staining her chin, dotting the carpet. So grotesque a thing had never graced these halls, and the limp, useless legs behind her shifted and broke with sound equivalent to a head of lettuce when twisted to failure. How could you? She began to weep openly, now, her shoulders bobbing, gripping the floor again, dragging still closer. She'd made it an astonishing six feet in so short a period, time all but stopped in the horror. It would dawn on Lexi that this aberration would be upon her sooner than later. This kind of pain was typically reserved for the basements of serial killers or the confines of a maternity ward, such agonizing cries as escaped her thin neck. Her heart wrenched with agony as the shafts of her shins bent back, split totally, the fluids and rent tissue accumulating inside the elastic of her skin to whirl into something quite different. The jagged edges of her broken structure healed over, blunted, and accrued cartilage. Ligaments and tendons sealed to the hard surfaces and accommodated musculature structure, the burst veins and artery winding like spun rope while cells never meant for a human body worked busily to bond, form walls, twist into tubular structures and guide still more. The pores of her body opened up and let fly slick black fur, shoulders widening, the small bones in her hands stretching well out of the skin skeletal, at first, then rows of flesh wound like thickening rows of army ants, or a vine when viewed in five-hundred times accelerated timelapse footage. When Shauna assessed Lexi again, it was not a piteous look she received. It was one of impossible hunger.