.Dreams.
The rapidly falling water resounded throughout the room as steam filled the air and Emma settled into the large tub. More than half the water already gone, the faucet unable to keep up with the speed at which her body was absorbing it, she left it running as she sank deeper into the remaining water, her hair filling the rest of the wet space and partially flowing over the edge. She sighed, breathing drolly as her voice began regaining its original pitch, "This'll take longer than I thought…"
Finally after several minutes, she reaches to the faucet and turns the cold water off. letting the tub fill with scalding water almost to its brim before shutting it off. She lifted one of her legs out of the water and examined its regained form in the light. Her skin had transformed from dried leather to a soft paper white from her many years without exposure to sunlight. She then curled her legs and slid her face into the water, it slowly regaining more of its natural form as she opened her mouth to take in more of the fluid and allow her organs to be properly restored as well. Wondering about what has become of the world after she had been deceived and locked in that damned cell.
"Captain, you do not look so good…" The werewolf slowly turns his gaze over to the doctor at his side who stared up at him with slight concern. Blinked. Then looked back to the formation of soldiers that stood before them as they all waited for their leaders appearance. None of whom heard Doc's statement as he had whispered it to him. He was exhausted, his eyes were bloodshot and dark circles underneath them showed as much, his head throbbed uncontrollably and his body felt like lead. It had been close to a week since he had slept last. His dreams continuously plagued by past memories, the feeling of sinking into the most unbearable cold, her scream. A cry that broke the line between sanity and insanity more than 50 years ago. Once again that woman had crept back into his mind and made herself comfortable. He never wanted to see her again much less think about her. Hell, he didn't even know if she was still alive or not. His last memory of her was of her casting a quick glance at him before disappearing into the ruins of Warsaw as he struggled to get control over his body and stop her.
He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts as the double-doored entrance to the room creaked open and their short, portly Major walked in and everyone snapped to attention. It was all too obvious he was happy about something, what with the unmistakable grin he wore as he approached the front of the room. As soon as he stood before both Captain and Doc he spun on his heel to face the rest of his men, right arm raised high in salute. "My friends, I haf great news!" He announced in a booming, thickly-accented voice as he paused momentarily before continuing. "Soon, we vill experience ze long overdue return of vone of our greatest assets in fueling our var!" Hans glanced over to Doc out of the corner of his eye, Doc doing the same and shrugging ever so slightly as he noticed the same puzzled look on his face. Neither one knowing what he was talking about as the sturmbanführer continued his speech, eventually sliding into his usual rants of the glories of war.
Various cracks echo throughout the lavish bathroom. Emma, having been fully revived, proceeding through the task of reconnecting her dislocated fingers. Newly restored to her original physique, and all of her anatomy attached and working correctly, she tears the tatters that remained of her clothes off of her body and slowly rose from the steaming water. Paper white skin from the decades without sun. Lips that curved into a slight grin of content, radiating in an unnaturally bloody hue, and eyes black. Showing no color, only an eerie pitlessness that seemed unable to reflect light. Not to mention silky ebony hair that fell in heaps around her. She appeared like an ink painting come to life. Long, graceful features complementing every aspect of her body as she stood with a natural sense of principal, complementing her grace even more.
Stepping out of the water she gingerly strides over to a nearby mirror, the ends of her hair falling rather ungracefully out of the bathtub and trailing behind her. Once in front of the mirror she raises a hand and running it down its cool middle pushes the collected steam away to examine her appearance further. Her body was rather voluptuous, but nothing beyond realistic. Her breasts were a relatively average size, roughly a mid to high B cup, and her buttocks nothing out of the ordinary. The only notable feature was the Victorian-like curve her waist held. And how her muscle tone had seemed to preserve itself throughout the long years of misuse. Seemingly satisfied with this, with spidery tendril-like fingers she delicately picks at strands of hair, holding them in front of her in examination. After a minute or so of thought she drops her hair and steps away from the presence of the mirror. Minutes later returning accompanied with the metallic "snip" or a pair of scissors.
-All I have thats finished of part three so far. Will post the second part as soon as I'm done. I will spoil that there will be a slight amount of smut in the next part.
~Nai-