It has been like this for as long as I can remember.
I am blind, or there is no light; I don't know, I've never seen anything.
I feel surrounded, bound, and enclosed. I can't move. Is it my body that doesn't know how to do so, or is it that I'm being kept from moving? Either way, it's unbearable. I wish to rip free from this entanglement, to breath and to live as I see fit, but it all seems so impossible now. I don't know how I got here, this is all I've ever known. There are others here, I believe, for I hear their cries that sound so much like my own. I feel them all around; they are what surrounds me. They press against every part of my body; scales tearing, spines ripping, hands grasping, tentacles winding, fur caressing, claws shredding, slime dripping, and teeth gnawing. I do not feel the pain of all this, but am aware of it. It terrifies me.
I think that maybe I'm dead, and this is Hell, but I do not remember dying, nor do I remember living. There is a part of me that says I will someday escape this maelstrom of bodies. If I can escape, then is this truly Hell? Philosophy is not something I enjoy.
I must have been in here for forever. There are times when I here the others around me start to rejoice as I feel groups of them leave me. There was a time when one of them came back, and I could hear their frenzied shouts of dismay at their return. They are quiet now, as many of us are. I've given up on trying to crawl out, for the others get in my way, or hold me back. Now I sit and wait for my turn to leave this writhing mass, silently praying that whatever is outside is not more of this.
My turn finally comes, and it is a surprise to me. I suddenly feel a pulling sensation. I am moving away from the others. They grab at me, wishing to join me. Few manage to hold on. I suddenly feel cold, like a wind blowing against me. It must be the outside! I grow ecstatic at the fact that I will finally be able to live, and begin to claw at my surroundings, attempting to quicken this process.
I feel myself break through the flesh around me in a sickening sucking sound. The cold I felt before becomes unbearable as I have my first experience with pain. I try to scream, but more flesh fills my mouth as I rip through to the outside.
My claws dig into a hard flat surface that I've never felt inside that thing. With the little strength that I have, I manage to pull the rest of myself out. The others that came with me release my body, and i feel them die around me. I begin to fear that I may share their fate, but I simply lay there. A dark blue color starts to fill my vision, and I realize that I can see. As my surroundings come into focus, and I see what must be a porch or veranda of some kind. It is late at night, and a large white crescent floats against a blue-black backdrop, with sprinkles of white around it. It is the most beautiful thing in existence.
My muscles twitch, urging me to move. I long to gaze upon this lovely sight for a while longer, but I obey what this body wishes me to do. I sit up and look around the room. This place is empty, and the walls are made of the same material that the surface I lay upon is. There is a sliding door on the opposite wall, and I stop to think of what might be behind it.
I continue to scan the room and my eyes fall on a man sitting next to me. His gaze with those deep red eyes send shivers throughout by body. This sort of fear I'm experiencing is nothing like what I felt while I was with the others. He looks away and the fear dissipates. I notice a gaping hole in his side that is slowly shrinking in size. It pains him, but he makes no movements to suppress it. The skin that replaces the wound is a pale, ivory color, as is the rest of his flesh. He's muscular, but somewhat underweight; his very bottom rib sticking out. My eyes trail to a discoloration on his back. It seems to be a scar of some kind, but I could not make it out, for it was covered by long wavy black tendrils of hair. He is terrifyingly beautiful, and I wish to never touch such a creature.
"You came out well," the man purrs in a deep gravelly voice. At his referral to me, I look down at myself. I see a well figured woman, with skin as pale as the man's. I raise my hand to feel my flesh, and see a large metal claw. I don't know what sort of metal it is, but it is icy against my skin. The fingers are long and elegant, in fact, they are too long, twice the length they should be. They gleam in the light, reflecting the man's face-no-my face. My features, from my eyes to my hair, mirrored his own. At that moment, a burning sensation formed deep in my gut. Hatred. I cant bear being so similar to the thing that sits across from me.
I raise my gauntlet-like hand and dig it into my belly, planning to gut myself and end the monster that I wam. My claw rips through the skin with ease, my blood, black in the dark, oozes down my side. The man stands in surprise, but makes no move to stop me. The shock dissipates from his eyes and turns into disappointment.
"They all have a flaw, don't they?" he growls, looking down at me. He turns away and walks to the door. Before he leaves, I here his painful words that I'll never forget as I loose consciousness from blood loss.
"Try to kill yourself all you wish, only I have the capacity to end your life"
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