intense!
The sight of the change, unbelievable!
Jason released my right hand out of disgust because it, too, had become affected.
Right before my eyes, my fingertips turned dark and gleamed as if I had dipped them in used motor oil. The darkness spread, covering my arms completely with the same black barrier of some organic looking material.
Points formed at the tip of my fingers.
First, as long and narrow as a cat’s claws, then as long as fork tines…and then longer, thicker, more lethal.
In a matter of heartbeats they came to resemble butter knives.
The points continued to increase in length.
I could barely believe my eyes.
What’s happening to me?
Baby Boy made a comment under his breath that sounded a bit like a prayer.
The first of the three to attempt an escape from their fate, he was on his feet and on the run, retreating into the shadows of the park.
The black stuff all but covered me and, thankfully, the painful itching was beginning to subside.
My fingers looked like formidable weapons and the scaled texture of my skin was almost reptilian. I opened and closed my hands in front of me, wondering in awe at what my fingers had become—long black blades with thin, sharp edges.
Well, at least the black stuff wasn’t itching anymore.
And the men…at least the men weren’t touching me anymore.
The Dark Thing covered me in near entirety, save but for my face and hair. It was a second skin unto my own. I felt it creep up my neck as far as my jaw, my hairline, my ears. This entirely alien experience was—strangely enough—beginning to feel somehow natural, somehow right.
Jason, who had been transfixed by the change, now stood and was soon on the run, heading in the direction from which they had come.
The fat man with the tattoos was the last to leave, but he ran as fast as his jiggling folds could accomodate.
They left me alone in the shadows, to the Dark Thing that was spreading its last few inches to cover my entire body, even the soles of my feet still within my shoes.
As their footfalls subsided, I found myself in an unsettling quiet, my situation seeming quite absurd.
Some tough guys they were.
How quickly they had run at the first sign of trouble!
It was then that the fury came over me.
The rage.
The bloodlust.
How dare they attack me—ambush and surround me—me a fucking teenage girl.
How dare they!
How dare they!
They had harbored rape and other violence in their minds.
Now, suddenly, I had revenge in mind.
I no longer felt shaky in the legs or otherwise weak of limb.
I no longer felt like a victim.
As I stood, I felt strong—stronger, perhaps, than I had ever been in my life.
I felt like chasing them down, one by one, and ending their miserable lives .
I felt angry—angrier than I had ever been at anyone for any reason in my entire life.
How dare they try to violate me? How dare they?
How fucking dare they!
I saw the flicker of the fat man’s basketball jersey in the dim light. He was the straggler of the three and nearest me. Without any hesitation, I decided to act on my impulses.
I began to chase him.
I ran with the cold autumn wind in my ears, feeling as though I had never run faster or with more certain footing in my entire life. The shadows of the park seemed of no concern somehow—my night vision was clearer, more accurate than it had been just minutes before.
I could now see in the dark almost as well as I could see along the lit paths.
What’s happening to me?
What is this Dark Thing?
I would, of course, have much time to deliberate over these questions later.
For the moment, I didn’t need questions answered. I needed revenge!
In fact, I wanted to do more than just exact revenge. I wanted… justice .
Not only for me, but also for every other woman or girl they had assaulted. From the way that they had worked in sync as a pack, it was apparent they had done this to a woman before.
So help me, it would be their last time if I had anything to
The sight of the change, unbelievable!
Jason released my right hand out of disgust because it, too, had become affected.
Right before my eyes, my fingertips turned dark and gleamed as if I had dipped them in used motor oil. The darkness spread, covering my arms completely with the same black barrier of some organic looking material.
Points formed at the tip of my fingers.
First, as long and narrow as a cat’s claws, then as long as fork tines…and then longer, thicker, more lethal.
In a matter of heartbeats they came to resemble butter knives.
The points continued to increase in length.
I could barely believe my eyes.
What’s happening to me?
Baby Boy made a comment under his breath that sounded a bit like a prayer.
The first of the three to attempt an escape from their fate, he was on his feet and on the run, retreating into the shadows of the park.
The black stuff all but covered me and, thankfully, the painful itching was beginning to subside.
My fingers looked like formidable weapons and the scaled texture of my skin was almost reptilian. I opened and closed my hands in front of me, wondering in awe at what my fingers had become—long black blades with thin, sharp edges.
Well, at least the black stuff wasn’t itching anymore.
And the men…at least the men weren’t touching me anymore.
The Dark Thing covered me in near entirety, save but for my face and hair. It was a second skin unto my own. I felt it creep up my neck as far as my jaw, my hairline, my ears. This entirely alien experience was—strangely enough—beginning to feel somehow natural, somehow right.
Jason, who had been transfixed by the change, now stood and was soon on the run, heading in the direction from which they had come.
The fat man with the tattoos was the last to leave, but he ran as fast as his jiggling folds could accomodate.
They left me alone in the shadows, to the Dark Thing that was spreading its last few inches to cover my entire body, even the soles of my feet still within my shoes.
As their footfalls subsided, I found myself in an unsettling quiet, my situation seeming quite absurd.
Some tough guys they were.
How quickly they had run at the first sign of trouble!
It was then that the fury came over me.
The rage.
The bloodlust.
How dare they attack me—ambush and surround me—me a fucking teenage girl.
How dare they!
How dare they!
They had harbored rape and other violence in their minds.
Now, suddenly, I had revenge in mind.
I no longer felt shaky in the legs or otherwise weak of limb.
I no longer felt like a victim.
As I stood, I felt strong—stronger, perhaps, than I had ever been in my life.
I felt like chasing them down, one by one, and ending their miserable lives .
I felt angry—angrier than I had ever been at anyone for any reason in my entire life.
How dare they try to violate me? How dare they?
How fucking dare they!
I saw the flicker of the fat man’s basketball jersey in the dim light. He was the straggler of the three and nearest me. Without any hesitation, I decided to act on my impulses.
I began to chase him.
I ran with the cold autumn wind in my ears, feeling as though I had never run faster or with more certain footing in my entire life. The shadows of the park seemed of no concern somehow—my night vision was clearer, more accurate than it had been just minutes before.
I could now see in the dark almost as well as I could see along the lit paths.
What’s happening to me?
What is this Dark Thing?
I would, of course, have much time to deliberate over these questions later.
For the moment, I didn’t need questions answered. I needed revenge!
In fact, I wanted to do more than just exact revenge. I wanted… justice .
Not only for me, but also for every other woman or girl they had assaulted. From the way that they had worked in sync as a pack, it was apparent they had done this to a woman before.
So help me, it would be their last time if I had anything to
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