The Becoming
I beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me
I'm stuck in this dream it's changing me I am becoming
The me that you know had some second thoughts
He's covered with scabs and he is broken and sore
The me that you know doesn't come around much
That part of me isn't here anymore
Integral & Alucard; Animeverse
"...Integral..."
Fucking Jesus H. Christ on a Goddamn Stick. The pain was excrutiating. She
could feel it through her bones, like an uncomfortable hum. Whatever wasn't
broken was most certainly swollen, and what was broken she didn't pay much
attention to because the chemistry of her body was sure to make that area of
her body very very numb.
It was funny, laying there. Spread out like an eagle. So this is what it must
be like to be Prometheus, tied down to stone and waiting for that goddamn bird
to chew through the tender flesh of her belly and eat an ever regenerating
organ for all eternity.
"...Integral.."
Fortunately the damn bird was gone.
"...Integral.."
Unfortunately, she was still tied down to the stone.
"...I know you can't speak. Are you too weak?"
"mph." What a pathetic attempt at speech. She heaved under the weight
of her chest... she had to have several rib bones fractured, there could be no
other reason why it was so painful to breath. "...I'm... here..."
"I know."
He descended on her like a great big vulture, pale skin taut across his body
and black hair in a disarray about his face. Bright crayons of red were wide
with orgasmic victory, pressing palms into the cool stone as he stared down at
her.
"...Mission accomplish."
"...Good. Now get me a cup of strong Earl Grey, a cigar, and a loaded
Winchester so I can shoot you in the face for taking your bloody time to toy with the
bastard while I was DYING."
Alucard shrugged, bony shoulders rotating around with a sickening crack as dead
joints gave away to dead air, "Fair enough."