Lyla's POV
I couldn't believe my eyes. Conor's skin was bubbling and melting right off his bones. His eyes were blank, and soon, they began to melt and run down his melting cheeks. Or forehead. I couldn't tell what was what.
Stitches began to weave themselves across his skin until all the open wounds had closed. My body began uncontrollably shaking and I erupted in loud sobs. At least Peter disappeared before he was mutilated.
I remembered my audience.
"Akuma," I looked up at his lifeless smile, "Please, change him back, please."
"I can't," Akuma responded blankly, "Unless-"
"What? I'll do anything! Please, change him back!" I begged, holding Connor's head to my blood spattered chest.
"Alright, alright, don't go all 'emotional teenage girl' on me. Please. Eight million years old and I still can't do teenage hormones," Akuma muttered.
The stitches in his gooey skin fell out and slithered away. Connor's features slowly fixed themselves and his chest began to rise and fall with life.
Pain struck my torso and I screamed. Shudders racked my body and heat crept through out my body. Poison. Slowly, I felt myself become weaker until I stopped trying to fight it.
I smiled, knowing I had saved Connor.
And with that, I felt myself slip, my grip on Connor's shirt fall.
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