She’d been four the first time it had happened. She’ll fallen while running down some stairs, the type of tumble that any child will experience in the course of growing up, resulting in scuffed palms, and bleeding knees and a cut on her chin that would require stitches, lest a scar mar such a pretty face.
Humpty-dumpty had a great fall…
For once, her father had noticed her. She’d been so hopeful, as he carefully examined her knees and hands and touched (actually touched her!) her chin as the damage faded beneath his watchful black eyes. When he reached out to her and took her into his arms, she’d rejoiced, her tears drying, snuggling against his chest, her hands clutching the white lab coat he was wearing as he climbed up the long, winding stairs to the third floor of her home.
All the Kings Horses…and all the Kings Men…
She’d not known his intentions until he pulled her away from him, holding her by one arm and leaned over the balustrade, holding his white faced daughter out in front of him, his expression never deviating from that of detached scientific curiosity as he checked her relative position above the marble floor down below, adjusted his aim a little and then dropped her.
Couldn’t put Humpty together again
Megumi opened her eyes. She was dead. Dying. Dreaming.
She blinked. She was flying, soaring above a dirty city illuminated by early morning sunlight.
There were sounds registering, a gurgling wet exhalation, as blood filled lungs tried to provide oxygen to a system that had been starved of it for several minutes. Someone else took breath, exhaled sharply, then inhaled again, the rhythm hard and fast with exertion.
Taste came next, followed shortly by the ability to smell. There was blood in her mouth, pouring from her nose. Megumi tried to swallow, the coppery taste was on her tongue and caked on her teeth, making her sick.
Blood….everywhere. She could smell it, could detect charred clothing where an energy round had blown through her sternum and out of her spine before lodging 12 inches into a concrete wall. Another scent, the smell of a man, the sweat of a friend. She knew this scent and felt strangely relieved.
Relief fled as the final sense began to emerge, as blown apart nerve inductors began to fire normally, sending and relaying signals from the brain, out to her regenerating body and then back again. Megumi shuddered, then stiffened as bones and in her chest and blown out back began to knit together, creating an audible grinding hiss deep inside her body. When the man carrying her landed, and then sprung up as if the laws of gravity meant for everyone but him, the jarring motion caused her to cry out, and then cough violently as blood, muscle and tiny bone fragments were brought up from deep in her lungs.
“Stop,” she tried to say, but her mouth was full of blood. Unable to tell if she was moving faster or slower, Megumi moaned and coughed again, and then began to choke, her shuddering body convulsing with agony as full regeneration began to occur.
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She’d been four the first time it had happened. She’ll fallen while running down some stairs, the type of tumble that any child will experience in the course of growing up, resulting in scuffed palms, and bleeding knees and a cut on her chin that would require stitches, lest a scar mar such a pretty face.
Humpty-dumpty had a great fall…
For once, her father had noticed her. She’d been so hopeful, as he carefully examined her knees and hands and touched (actually touched her!) her chin as the damage faded beneath his watchful black eyes. When he reached out to her and took her into his arms, she’d rejoiced, her tears drying, snuggling against his chest, her hands clutching the white lab coat he was wearing as he climbed up the long, winding stairs to the third floor of her home.
All the Kings Horses…and all the Kings Men…
She’d not known his intentions until he pulled her away from him, holding her by one arm and leaned over the balustrade, holding his white faced daughter out in front of him, his expression never deviating from that of detached scientific curiosity as he checked her relative position above the marble floor down below, adjusted his aim a little and then dropped her.
Couldn’t put Humpty together again
Megumi opened her eyes. She was dead. Dying. Dreaming.
She blinked. She was flying, soaring above a dirty city illuminated by early morning sunlight.
There were sounds registering, a gurgling wet exhalation, as blood filled lungs tried to provide oxygen to a system that had been starved of it for several minutes. Someone else took breath, exhaled sharply, then inhaled again, the rhythm hard and fast with exertion.
Taste came next, followed shortly by the ability to smell. There was blood in her mouth, pouring from her nose. Megumi tried to swallow, the coppery taste was on her tongue and caked on her teeth, making her sick.
Blood….everywhere. She could smell it, could detect charred clothing where an energy round had blown through her sternum and out of her spine before lodging 12 inches into a concrete wall. Another scent, the smell of a man, the sweat of a friend. She knew this scent and felt strangely relieved.
Relief fled as the final sense began to emerge, as blown apart nerve inductors began to fire normally, sending and relaying signals from the brain, out to her regenerating body and then back again. Megumi shuddered, then stiffened as bones and in her chest and blown out back began to knit together, creating an audible grinding hiss deep inside her body. When the man carrying her landed, and then sprung up as if the laws of gravity meant for everyone but him, the jarring motion caused her to cry out, and then cough violently as blood, muscle and tiny bone fragments were brought up from deep in her lungs.
“Stop,” she tried to say, but her mouth was full of blood. Unable to tell if she was moving faster or slower, Megumi moaned and coughed again, and then began to choke, her shuddering body convulsing with agony as full regeneration began to occur.