"VI!"

My name is screamed agree, muffled by the winding labyrinth of stone. It's barely audible over the sickening sounds the bones of my hands were producing.

It pains me to draw a breath, but I push it, force it, let me be heard. I let out the loudest scream I could muster, I can feel something tear in my throat but I pay no mind to it. I feel multiple footfalls growing closer to me. They pause, yelling out my name again. I let out another scream, it sounds raspy and deeper. A violent cough shakes my chest; speckles of blood find their way onto my writhing hands.

Burning chocking pain

Oh Caitlyn

I finally take notice of my gauntlets. The metal is gone, the lights are gone, what is left is flesh and bone; not my flesh and bone. It's a deep purple color, leather like and plated with yellow, boney plates. There are black spikes lining the knuckles, they ripple with the popping sounds of my fingers.

My breath becomes harder to come by.

There is a pause. The burning stops, my throat clears. No pain, no popping, no footsteps. A breath of relief passes my lips. In a moment, the burning returns tenfold, clawing past my shoulders and down my back. My voice is revived, echoing in my small tomb.

If there is a god, please, spare me from is agony.