Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't own the trilogy, or the fourth one. Huh, a trilogy…and then a fourth one. That makes sense. Cough!
AN: Inspired by ZaneLover0511's one-shot. Review Uglies fans.
Monstrosity
From the minute she stepped through the door, he knew something was different. The inhuman grace, newfound flexibility, and the mere fact that she'd just climbed up a building with nothing but a sneaksuit were part of it.
Shay grinned and said something to her, but you weren't even listening to the words. Just the fact that her voice wasn't the soft, melodic tone you'd adjusted to. It was hard, like somebody playing a viola with an electric saw. He almost wanted to cover his ears from the horrible, grating razor noise that came with it.
Tally was saying something to him now, and he still wasn't listening. He had been completely captivated by those eyes…and not in the way he'd used to.
They were a different color for instance. A coal black, and they seemed dark and pitiless. He could handle black eyes, but not with such a soulless look within them. It was like something had replaced her with a faster, stronger, replica. In a way, somebody had. He wondered if she still had pupils, or if her eyes no longer had irises. Was it for infra red? Or some kind of supersonic vision?
The next thing he noticed, were Tally's nails. They looked like something out of one of the old, twenty-first century horror movies. Just looking at the length and sharpness shocked him. They were perfectly manicured…to slit someone's throat. One thing was for sure, he was never, ever going to upset her. That meant buying chocolates on that old Valentino's Day or Valentine's Day or something, and always remembering her birthday.
Third, was her facial expression. Whenever she said "Pretties", her face twisted into a sneer. It was like she looked down on the world, just because she was "improved". Even the way she looked at him was different. Her face remained stone cold and it scared him somewhat. Like looking at a statue of somebody he once knew. What had happened to emotions, and not wanting to be a bubble head? She looked like she was holding something back, every time she looked at him, dark eyes glinting. It was like she couldn't stand to see him so…crippled.
He fought the urge to cover his ears with the giant book he held, and the one that lay by him on the desk. The horrible, razor tone in her voice was hurting his ears, like feedback on a microphone. What was with that superior look on her face? What was she even talking about? Making him a special? No way! That was the whole reason he told that Shay was going off to the Smoke!
One more thing was the gray silk uniform she wore. It looked like pure evening wear, and was awfully familiar. Maybe, a trip to the Specials' building? It didn't suit her, not the Tally he knew. She wasn't a special. She wasn't like this! What had happened to the girl he knew?
Soon, he realized that both girls were looking at him expectantly. Shay had her hands on her hips, and Tally had the same. From experience, he knew that they wanted his opinion on something. Hopefully, it wasn't on how Tally was Special now. So, instead of asking what they wanted, he just nodded coolly.
"A zillion Mega-Helens."
That satisfied them, and soon Tally was talking again. He sighed heavily, not liking any of the few words he was hearing. Smoke? Special? Become? Finally? Together? Icy? The only thing "icy" was the room's air conditioning. But, Tally and Shay were finished speaking, and they had crawled back out the window, reminding him greatly of giant gray spiders.
Congratulations Tally Youngblood, you weren't a bubble head. You were worse.