Megumi opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no sound other than a wet, agonized croak came from her bloodstained lips. She shuddered, eyes widening as she felt her throat catch on fire and turned away at the last second as another round of coughing overtook her and with a groan, the blood in her lungs was expelled violently.
On her side, with her face pressing against the cold black metal of the fire escape, she coughed and coughed, watching as thick ropes of phlegm and blood hit metal, slid down and fell down…down…dissipating slightly before hitting the street far below.
She watched the blood, her blood falling, and was irrationally envious, wanting nothing more than to throw herself off the stairs and experience a similar rapid descent. There would be a second of fear, an instant of pain as her body collided with asphalt and concrete and then….peace.
Another round of coughing finally cleared her throat. She gasped as cold morning air filled lungs that were still healing, moved over nerves that were raw and exposed. She screamed raggedly, and tried to curl up into a ball on the steps as her body mindlessly tried to rebuilt itself. Chest heaving, she screamed again as she felt broken ribs reform and milky cartilage binding bone and muscle together.
“Not again,” she sobbed, rolling to her stomach as her damaged spine began to re-fuse, causing her legs to twitch and jerk like a poorly used marionette, “Not again!”
She could feel air on her partially exposed back, the blood soaked t-shirt sporting an exit would that was six inches in circumference. A wave of regeneration hit, as damaged internal systems became whole and hale.
She convulsed, and rather than shaming herself more than she already had, she gripped the stair well, her bloody fingers sinking into the black mesh pattern on the landing as if it was made of silk rather than oxidized steel. She was on fire. What few fat reserves she still carried within her were gone, already used by her body for fuel. Voraciously hungry, her body began to consume muscle groups next. Cramping horribly, she clawed at the stairs as her thighs, calves, buttocks and back muscles writhed beneath freshly formed skin, the potential energy in the iron rich muscles turning into kinetic fuel.
Slender hands became claw-like, skin became sallow, then nearly became translucent in places as one system was cannibalized by another, thereby triggering another vicious cycle of regeneration. Megumi lost track of time, as her body, already thin and weak after nearly a week without a full meal, became emaciated, her features wraithlike rather than womanly as the process peaked, then slowly began to slow down.
Sharp, agonized shrieks turned into sobs…and then became whimpers as the pain became more bearable, while the knowledge that she’d come back again against her will, and that someone had been present to see such a horrible spectacle increased.
And then it was done.
She shuddered once, twice and then was still, save for the shaking of her shoulders as she covered her face with her bloody hands and cried.
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Date: 2012-04-22 06:46 am (UTC)On her side, with her face pressing against the cold black metal of the fire escape, she coughed and coughed, watching as thick ropes of phlegm and blood hit metal, slid down and fell down…down…dissipating slightly before hitting the street far below.
She watched the blood, her blood falling, and was irrationally envious, wanting nothing more than to throw herself off the stairs and experience a similar rapid descent. There would be a second of fear, an instant of pain as her body collided with asphalt and concrete and then….peace.
Another round of coughing finally cleared her throat. She gasped as cold morning air filled lungs that were still healing, moved over nerves that were raw and exposed. She screamed raggedly, and tried to curl up into a ball on the steps as her body mindlessly tried to rebuilt itself. Chest heaving, she screamed again as she felt broken ribs reform and milky cartilage binding bone and muscle together.
“Not again,” she sobbed, rolling to her stomach as her damaged spine began to re-fuse, causing her legs to twitch and jerk like a poorly used marionette, “Not again!”
She could feel air on her partially exposed back, the blood soaked t-shirt sporting an exit would that was six inches in circumference. A wave of regeneration hit, as damaged internal systems became whole and hale.
She convulsed, and rather than shaming herself more than she already had, she gripped the stair well, her bloody fingers sinking into the black mesh pattern on the landing as if it was made of silk rather than oxidized steel.
She was on fire. What few fat reserves she still carried within her were gone, already used by her body for fuel. Voraciously hungry, her body began to consume muscle groups next. Cramping horribly, she clawed at the stairs as her thighs, calves, buttocks and back muscles writhed beneath freshly formed skin, the potential energy in the iron rich muscles turning into kinetic fuel.
Slender hands became claw-like, skin became sallow, then nearly became translucent in places as one system was cannibalized by another, thereby triggering another vicious cycle of regeneration. Megumi lost track of time, as her body, already thin and weak after nearly a week without a full meal, became emaciated, her features wraithlike rather than womanly as the process peaked, then slowly began to slow down.
Sharp, agonized shrieks turned into sobs…and then became whimpers as the pain became more bearable, while the knowledge that she’d come back again against her will, and that someone had been present to see such a horrible spectacle increased.
And then it was done.
She shuddered once, twice and then was still, save for the shaking of her shoulders as she covered her face with her bloody hands and cried.