Using her only arm, Dylan clutched her stomach, trying not to groan. She closed her eyes waiting for the lady to leave.
Dylan could feel the lady's cold gaze stare down at her, as she gave one last kick. Dylan forced herself not to open her eyes and wheeze to death, determined not to show the lady anymore weakness. Finally, after a few moments, Dylan opened her eyes to see the lady's feet walk away, her sneakers not making a noise.
Dylan didn't move. She didn't feel like getting up. Her arms were heavy, probably because of being sedated.
Dylan felt something prick her eyes. Before she could stop herself, Dylan started to cry softly.
Despite this, Dylan didn't feel particularly sad. No. In fact, unsurprisingly, Dylan felt furious. Absolutely fuming. Was it subconsciously hitting her then? She didn't think so, but she couldn't deny how much she was sobbing. She closed her eyes, the pale moonlight illuminating her skin with a warm milky glow.
Then Dylan realized something. Her arm.... It wasn't olive anymore. In fact, it was.. Pale. Or maybe that's the moonlight? No. It was not the moonlight. It was her actual skin.
Dylan then realized there was another voice in her head. It had always been there, of course, but now she could hear it with more clarity, and noticed it more. Soon it became louder and stronger, almost unbearable. Finally, Dylan realized... she hadn't been kidnapped. She was sharing the mysterious girl's' body.
****
Dylan awoke suddenly, a slight headache making her teeter slightly. Dylan's consciousness slowly began to form, and she realized the body was already awake. Dylan had already guessed that they both had different consciousness' and Dylan was only borrowing a bit of it, which would explain why she couldn't always act the way she wanted-- in fact, she might not be controlling at all. She felt like a spectator, looking through the eyes of the body like some twisted video game.
Dylan noticed the chains that had previously held her--or the body, had been gnawed off--- wait gnawed? What?
The body began to shiver a bit, and Dylan realized it was very cold. The body turned toward the tent flap, and Dylan realized that it was almost wide open. The body was ready to escape.
Suddenly, the body glanced to the tray, and to Dylan's dismay, she realized the tray was empty. She--err, the body, had eaten the limb when Dylan was asleep. Great.
She heard a rustle. It was so quiet, Dylan wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for the body's sensitive hearing. With almost sonic-like speed, the body raced back to the bed, and hid the chains quietly under the blanket.
The nasty blueberry-scented woman came in, floating to Dylan silently. She set her lips in a thin line, looking like she was ready to pierce through Dylan's being at a moment's notice. She was obviously still upset about last night.
The lady was holding another tray, and dropped the tray on the ground without even bothering to see if it landed properly. The body didn't even glance at it, keeping a firm gaze on the woman instead.
Bad idea. The lady, infuriated, stepped on Dylan's neck, and strangled her. Dylan's breath caught. Her eyes widened, as she tried to breath. Encouraged, the lady stomped on it even harder, like she wanted to crack Dylan's neck. Dylan started to feel lightheaded, as her consciousness started to slip away. But Dylan refused to let herself be made a fool of. Just before Dylan was sure she couldn't hold out any longer, the lady let go, her foot instead kicking Dylan's cheek slightly.
She left without a word, and Dylan gulped down all the air she could. After a few moments, the body got up again, despite still wheezing a bit.
The chains slid off and hit the the ground with a soft thump. Dylan glanced at it, and wondered yet again, how the body had gnawed through them. And how she knew they were gnawed.As if to give her an answer, the body growled, baring its teeth. Dylan could feel the slight fangs poking her bottom lip--err, the body's.
Then the body glanced back at the tray, and to Dylan's disgust, she realized it was yet another cut off limb. Or in this case, a finger. A pinky no less. Delicious.
And to Dylan's absolute horror, she felt herself pick up the thing and gnaw it down. Dylan could feel the bones crunch between her, and she wanted to vomit. Then, the body did another surprising thing. It took of its clothes.
Well, the top anyway.
Yet another surprising thing happened. Dylan felt something pull out of her back. It was virtually painless, but it was enough to make Dylan want to squeal. It was so strange. The body put the shirt on again, as raggedy as it was, and then it began to run. Straight to the tent flap. Outside, through the corner of her eye, Dylan saw the lady and a few other men.
The lady screamed, and one of the men, almost in a flash, took out a pistol and shot. Just before he did however, Dylan felt herself lift off the ground. With a sudden burst of speed, Dylan felt the body twisting and land a foot away from where they previously were. Dylan gasped, as the body began to twirl and bend backwards, the left leg stretching out in front of her. Then with another jump, Dylan was airborne, as two other shots were heard from behind her.
Everything was a blur after that. All Dylan remembered was watching the clouds haze by, and drifting in and out of consciousness. And it wasn't just Dylan's consciousness. She felt the body tiring too. One of the more scarier moments even happened when they were in the sky. Dylan awoke, startled, as she felt the body begin to plummet. Everything moved fast, and Dylan tried to force the body to wake, even forcing herself to control it. Just as Dylan could see the top of a building, the body miraculously awoke, and instead landed on it.
Bad move, because just before they could lift off again, the body fainted.
****
Dylan was alone in the darkness. All she could hear and feel was the body's slow breathing and raspy cries here and there. Dylan heard something about a "horn" and "home" but especially... Charli. Those were the times were the body seemed to cry out the most. Then Dylan heard another voice. Clearer.
"I'm Zuriel. Zuriel Elspeth Ryle. I've bestowed upon you the mark of Elspeth, or Els for short. What you're seeing are projections. Since i can't afford to waste any more time, I'll give you some more from here Dylan."
