Painting Over Beige

"Who are you?"

"Jackson"

My voice screams in a raspy cry and my senses burn. Blood runs through my veins like lava, and my skin feels like it is about to explode. Colours wash in front of me, tiger orange, silky black. My fingertips itch with pain, and something pulls from underneath them.

"What's happening to me?" My vision sharpens, and hair sticks to my face. I bounce on my feet, each bursting with energy.

"You're becoming one of us."

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I slip my hand into hers, her palms small and soft. I can feel her tense at first, then she relaxes, squeezing my hand in return. Sparks of energy spasm up my arm, sending shivers of warmth through me. I am her, she and I. This is where I want to be.

"You have bigger hands then I expected," she giggles, interlocking our fingers. Her nails are perfect and clean, each curved into circular ovals. I tuck a piece of golden hair behind her ears, but it slips back in her face, shielding her eyes. I want to see them. The emerald green dances in the little light we have, highlighting her face.

"You have the same hands that I thought you would have," I remark, looking at our jigsaw of fingers. "Perfect."

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A collaboration between InkandElectricity and IslaTheRandomGirl :)

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