A Few Pieces

"A Few Pieces" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Indigo stared in shock at the water below him.
His eyes... they'd changed.
It was too much to handle, he couldn't process it. He was shivering with shock, hand to his mouth and whispering curses under his breath to himself.
He couldn't stop staring at them. When had this happened? How had he not noticed it until now?
It took him going out to wash his face for the first time in about a week, and suddenly... They weren't human anymore.
They looked dragon. They were even the same color as a Fury's. Bright acidic green. Black slit pupils.
His magic continued to rip his humanity from him. And he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
Sure, he'd abandoned his human self a long time ago, before he'd ever become the Phantom, but... not physically. It was like something in him wanted desperately to be anything but human.
He'd rather liked his eyes. And his hair. And now they were both gone. Dying with the boy he used to be.
He wondered how far it would go.
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"Ouch! The-" 
Indigo swore angrily in dragon, causing some Furies to peek around the corner. He didn't even feel that much pain. He was still getting used to that. It was the expectation of pain. He was more surprised than anything.
But what had caused him so much surprise?
He'd cut himself.
With his bare hands.
The small cut had already all but healed, but he wasn't even paying attention to the spot that had been itchy moments before.
His hands were... different.
The soft human fingers that were once there now ended in hard, claw-like skin.
"...Uh..." He murmured, confused. "...okay then."
-
The itchiness was coming more often, and he found himself carefully scratching spots on his skin as not to cut himself unnecessarily. That's when he felt something come loose from his skin and froze.
He peered down on the ground and blinked in shock.
A scale. Unmistakably Night Fury. He knew them well from the company he surrounded himself with.
That had been on his head.
First his skin and hair burnt away by his own fire, then his eyes changing, then claws for fingers, and now outright scales?
He winced and left quickly, gaining some looks from the Furies, and went to the nearby stream and peered into his reflection.
Small bunches of scales littered his bald, scarred head.
He was about to cry again, staring in shock at just how hideous he was. It had been a few years since he'd died, and now... he couldn't even remember what he'd used to look like.
He started giggling from the sense of irony his magic had.
It changed to a raving laughter very quickly. A wild laugh that echoed in the trees. It was half amused, half upset and defeated, and all crazy.
"I'm dead! I'm really dead!" He cackled, turning to stare at the sky and throwing his arms out. "I killed me, and now I'm dead! I'm a monster!"
He stayed out there quite a while.
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"And then we attack the southern outpost. They specialize in Deadly Nadders." Indigo told his Furies, gesturing at the map. "They've got a lot of traps, as Deadeye and me saw. We have to strike at night. Any questions?" 
Yeah, why are these meeting so boring?
Indigo froze, and turned to his audience. "Who said that?"
"Who said what?" A Monstrous Nightmare asked. "No one said anything."
"I heard someone say these meetings were boring. Now who was it?" Indigo stated, crossing his arms.
A younger Fury in the front shrunk. "Sorry, I... I just thought it."
Indigo froze again, a moment of realization striking him.
He'd wondered why he was hearing weird things these past few weeks. It had finally clicked.
He was hearing thoughts.
He was reading minds.
He'd experiment with that later, it could be useful.
"That's okay, Moon, but be more polite next time. It seems I can hear thoughts now, and while I shall do my best to respect the privacy of you all, I... I literally just realized that I have it. Give me time to adjust. Now, on to the next part of the plan..."
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He hadn't meant to.
It was an accident.
They probably understood, but he still felt like throwing up.
He'd lashed out.
He hadn't even been angry at them, but at himself for letting it happen.
A Fury had been lost in a raid.
They'd mourned, buried her. It had been a few days, a few days of him stewing and moping and feeling like he could do better as a leader. He could have prevented this. He was a healer as well as a fire caster.
But they'd lost her... and it was his fault.
They'd just asked if he was alright.
And he'd snapped out of nowhere.
And then ran off when the Fury had stared in shock at his leader.
Indigo sat there in a ball, feeling horrible.
He hoped he'd never do that again.
But he had a sinking feeling it was only the beginning.
He'd been starting to be more broken... More prone to losing himself.
He'd started lashing out at himself out of frustration a few days ago, just after the funeral. He had a few new scars. He didn't know why he wanted to hurt himself, but it felt good to hurt himself somehow.
He was a source of his own pain, after all.
He was getting worse.
Indigo shrunk into a defeated ball of sobs that echoed into the trees.
Category:Events
Category:Indigo Phantom
Category:Pre-Season