Another correction from previous chapter's. Dash's eyes are not green, they're more of a redish color.

Dash tried to sleep peacefully in her bed, but the stinging in her burned finger began to get worse. She moaned a little as the pain continued to get worse as it began to spread through her hand. She roused from sleep as she sat up and looked at her hand. To her shock, her entire hand had gone black and the pain got worse. She got up out of her bed and tried running for her bedroom door. Before she could get it open, she stumbled and fell to the floor.

She looked back at her hand and saw that the inky cloud on her hand was now running up her arm and the pain followed with it. She wanted to cry out but was too shocked to do anything. She tried to stand up, but now the same pain was running through her legs. All she could do was roll onto her stomach and try to crawl towards the door. She looked down at herself and saw the same inkiness running up her legs and watched as both arms now been enveloped in darkness.

This was the last thing she knew, before the inkiness ran up her neck and enveloped her head.

In a split second however she found herself sitting up in bed. The sun was up and light was flooding the bedroom. Next thing she knew however was a screaming headache that suddenly shot through her skull. She had had hangovers in the past, but this was easily much worse than any hangover she had ever had before. Moreover she remembered that she hadn't even had anything to drink the night before so it couldn't have been alcohol related. Stranger than that was that she detected a faint metallic taste on the back of her tongue. She couldn't make sense of it.

She began sitting up a little more and swung her legs over the bed. However she felt a slight draft blow past her as she tried to stand up. She wasn't sure but it felt like the wind was just blowing past her and she could feel it against her skin. Taking a breath, she looked down and confirmed her worse fears. Her clothes were gone. Practically vanished without a trace. Before she could fully process the scene however, there came a knock at the door.

"Hey Dash are you up yet? It's almost three o'clock," came Packie's voice.

Dash went wide eyed and turned her attention to her clock. The time was indeed a quarter til three, she had slept in so late.

Dash stammered a bit before saying, "Y-y-yeah I j-just woke up."

"Well get your ass out of bed. We have things to do in Algonquin today," Packie said back.

Dash groaned a little and said, "Alright. Let me get dressed and I'll meet you outside."

She heard the sound of Packie walking away and breathed a sigh of relief. She went to her closet and quickly put some clothes on and combed her hair a little to straighten it out. She walked out of her room and went right to the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and took some asprin for her headache. Once that was done, she put everything away and went to the kitchen. She grabbed an apple from a bag on the counter and went outside to meet with Packie.

As soon as she opened the door, the bright sunlight flared into her eyes and made them hurt more than usual. She covered up her eyes and quickly grabbed some sunglasses from the table right next to the door. The pain dulled and taking a breath, she stepped outside and saw Packie waiting by the car he had grabbed.

"Took ya long enough. You alright?" he asked.

Dash nodded and said, "Yeah. Kinda feel like crap, but I should be good."

She began to eat the apple as she got into the passenger seat of the car. As she ate, it began to take care of the metallic taste in her mouth. But for some reason she felt like gagging as the taste of the apple hit her tongue which to her was pretty odd. As soon as the car began rolling, Packie decided to fill her in some stuff.

"Well you missed quite the commotion this morning," Packie said out loud.

Dash looked at him and said, "What? What happened?"

Packie cracked open the driver side window and said, "Police were all over the park this morning. I tried to wake you up so you could see."

"What happened?" asked Dash.

Packie spit out the window and said, "Apparently a homeless guy got killed last night out there."

Dash wasn't impressed and said, "So what? That's every day life here in Liberty."

Packie let out a chuckle and said, "But they're hardly ever like this. The guy was torn to pieces. Like literally there were tiny pieces of him all over the park. Fingers torn from the hand, hands torn from the arms. Hell one of his arms was found on the sidewalk in front of our house. A lot his flesh was missing too. You could hear the cops going on about it all from the street. Organs missing and even his bones seemed like they had been-"

"Okay Packie enough. I just woke up and I'm trying to eat. I'd like to keep my breakfast down," Dash said trying to get Packie to leave the worst details out.

Packie shrugged and said, "I'm just saying that it was a mess. Never heard of anything like that. Remember that freak Eddie Lowe?"

Dash nodded and said, "God who can forget about him?"

"Dude was messed up in the head, but even he would be calling the person responsible for that a freak. What scares me is that it was so close to home. For once I can honestly say that I hope the police catch him. Someone like that is too much even for me," Packie said.

Dash shrugged and sat back.

"Given the cops in this city, it'll be a bloodbath," she said as she tossed her apple core out the window.