I swear I'm going to strangle everyone on this show
Arthur: Sry I cant let her out. She tried to kill me and she has sworn war on camelot. I'm pretty sure if I let her go she's going to start killing people.
“Lizzy?” Zoey’s voice slowly faded into volume. “Lizzy, can you hear me?” I groaned to show her I was listening. “How do you feel?” She asked once I opened my eyes.
“Ugh... Okay, guess,” I mumbled tiredly. The events from my last moments of consciousness flooded into my mind and I shot up out of the bed I was placed in.
“What happened to me?” I asked Zoey in hopes she would have more information than I. She simply gaped at me. “What?”
“Your eyes are back to normal again!” She exclaimed happy, looking at my eyes in excitement.
“What?” I asked, running to the nearest mirror and looking in to see completely normal eyes. “Is it going to come back again?” I thought out loud.
“I don’t know...” Zoey responded from behind me. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t see anything and had this headache, then just passed out...”
“Your eyes were dead white- it was really creepy,” she said. “You really looked like a zombie...”
I stood there in confusion, trying to contemplate what was going on and why for a few seconds before realising that the bathroom sink that I had been leaning on still felt soft. I groaned and looked at my still rippled body.
“Why didn’t this change back?” I turned to Zoey, lifting my shirt to show her. She gawked slightly.
“I don’t know why you’d complain about that part. It makes you look damn sexy.” She smiled, obviously trying to bring out the good in this horrid happening. I smiled back. At least she was trying to help. Unfortunately now was not the time to be joking. I placed my hand on the sink and bent the edge.
“Do you think your strength will turn back too? Cause maybe it’s just on a delay or something...” Zoey offered. I shook my head solemnly. Something was just telling me this would be permanent. I kept my hands to myself, afraid of crushing something. There was a silence that lasted more than a few minutes before Zoey spoke again.
“So what are we going to do? I mean, are you going to take off from school on Monday? Are you going to stop all human contact?” She sighed, looking away from me. “Maybe you can learn to control it or something, like a superhero. I mean, that might be what’s happening. Maybe you’ll get the ability to fly or something like laser vision.” She added helpfully.
“A superhero, really?” I asked skeptically. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Why the hell would I turn into a superhero? I don’t even have a huge sense of justice or anything, and I don’t care enough to be a supervillain, that’s for sure!”
“Well, we better start on training you!”
“What?”
“Even if it goes away or even if you don’t become a superhero or anything, you still don’t wanna crush your furniture, right?”
I nodded slowly.
“Good. So we should start by having you hold something kinda soft, something you don’t mind breaking.”
“Like...?”
“Like pencils!” She smiled, picking a few up and handing them to me. “You can practice on these until you’re comfortable!”
I held the pencils for a moment, just letting them rest on my hand. I didn’t even really feel like I had anything on my hand, just like she was holding them just close enough to touch.
“Okay, but let’s do this one at a time, then. I don’t want to waste them.”
“Okey dokey.” Zoey grabbed all but one pencil from me and sat down patiently.
“Okay...” I breathed before closing my hand around the pencil. It seemed like I had barely touched it before it snapped in half.
This was going to take a while.
* * *
It was hours before I could get used to barely touching things to hold them. It seemed like a twitch of a finger could crush stuff. I was relieved that I had it down by the time my mom got home from work.
When she called us for dinner, as she’d brought home chinese food, my mom wasn’t even able to tell anything was wrong. My mom talked about how interesting her day was at work and of course when she asked us about our day it was agreed upon that nothing really interesting happened.
When we finished our meals, it was time for Zoey to go. We packed up her stuff and I walked her to the door.
“Thanks for everything, Zoey.”
“Just practice that, cause the last thing I want is to die from a deathly hug or something.” We smiled in unison as she turned to go.
“See ya.” I waved, closing the door. She called one more word in before it shut.
“Practice!”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Practice what?”
I turned around to see my mom staring down at me, suspicious.
“This video game Zoey brought. She let me borrow it because she was kicking my ass.” I lied horribly. My mom stared at me a good fifteen seconds before sighing slowly.
“Whatever it is, just don’t get in trouble.” She said before walking back to the couch. “When you want to tell me, I’ll be here.”
“Thanks, Mom...” I smiled at her and walked back into my room. I started to hold things again, this time going as soft as possible and getting used to barely touching things. By the time I was ready to sleep, I was confident that I’d be able to keep my strength hidden.
The next morning, I went on the computer once I’d woken up. I went through friday again in my mind, trying to figure out what could have caused this to happen.
After a moment I started typing. Search results for “Magical stone transformations” filled the screen. None of the results seemed to be about real life situations and were all about stupid fictional characters and stories. I scrolled through a couple pages of results before finally clicking one of the pages about purchasing ‘magic gems’. The merchandise looked nothing like the thing I’d seen in the woods, so I closed it and switched to another link. There was a crunching sound underneath my hand as the mouse crushed with the click.
This was going to get annoying really annoying really fast.
I pressed the off button on my computer lightly and stepped back from it, sitting back on my bed dejectedly. Well, I guess that was that. I sat there for a good twenty minutes before there was a soft knocking on my door.
“Elizabeth, hon, Are you alright in there? You didn’t come out for breakfast.” My mom asked through the wooden barrier. “Can I come in?”
I shook my head in response before remembering that she couldn’t see me. “No, Mom, I’m fine.” I assured, hoping she’d let it be. The sigh and shuffling on the other side of the door answered for her. I was left again in silence.
I eventually got up and started to practice holding and touching things again, leaving some handprints and dents imprinted in my furniture and quite a few broken pieces of stationary. Apparently the day before’s ‘training’ wasn’t too much of a help. It was hours later when I finally managed to touch things without breaking them again, and I started to do my homework with one of my few remaining pencils, annoyed that it was a lot harder now that half my concentration was on holding the fucking pencil.
Many math problems later, I found myself confident enough to exit my room again. My mother was watching some action flick in the livingroom and eagerly asked me to join. I soon found myself half watching cars blowing up and half making sure I didn’t crush the couch or something.
As the credits rolled, my mom stood and stretched.
“What do you want for dinner, hon?” She asked before turning to face me.
“Food.” I replied automatically, “the edible kind.”
She smiled. “Alright, spaghetti it is.” She exited to the kitchen and I was left alone again, though only for a short moment.
“Dinner will be done in fifteen minutes. Come set the table.” Mom said simply, poking her head out. “And your father’s coming over tomorrow, so we’ll be having steak again.” I nodded in reply, happy at least one thing as going correctly, and did as I was told.
As we sat and ate, my mom was mostly silent, an unnatural occurrence, but I suspected she didn’t want to push whatever she thought was going on with me, so I kept the same silence as she did. It didn’t take long for the uncomfortable silence to chew at my appetite and I found myself returning to my room.
It wasn’t like I’d forgotten about it, but when the glowing eyes, rent tinted vision, and transformations returned, it surprised me. My whole face burned and continued to burn long after the red faded away and when it finally died down I found myself running down the hall to the bathroom and locking the door. I looked in the mirror to see the same red eyes and pointed teeth as before, but nothing new that was visible. I quickly looked down at my body, making sure nothing new grew or anything, and looked again at my face. Nothing seemed different, and I touched it slowly as if to test. I burned like fire wherever I touched, so I flinched back and just looked. Straight into my own bright red eyes.
This really couldn’t be happening, could it? One little stupid ruby I touched in the woods couldn’t have altered my body like this. It couldn’t have given me eyes like a cat and teeth like a dog, it couldn’t have made me so strong that I’m afraid of touching people. It was just a stupid stone, a stone can’t have the power to alter someone’s DNA on the most basic level, but only when it felt like it. Physics and biology just don’t work like that. The red eyes that stared back at me began to swell with tears and blurr. Why couldn’t this happen to some stupid guy who want’s to be a superhero? It had to happen to as stupid little girl that would rather spend her life in an office than do anything heroic and big.
The tears spilled over and fell off my face, puddling on the sink’s edge, and their trails burned on my skin. I don’t know how long I stayed in the bathroom, but I remember nearly passing out on my way back to my room, and waking the next day to an alarm clock with barely any sleep.
I got ready for school half in a daze and barely even checked the mirror while in the bathroom. However, once I looked enough to brush my teeth, I froze, wide eyed, at my reflection.
The ‘changes’ were still there. Along with what looked like orange patches of skin across my face.
I hesitantly felt one of the small orange spots and it was rough, like sandpaper. It hurt a bit at the touch, but nothing like it had before. The main problem wasn’t the pain, though. It was the fact that it was there at all, when I had to leave for school soon. I had almost left without realizing, went to school where everyone would see, and caused everyone to think I had some weird skin disease or something. I guess that’d be better than the truth, which, come to think of it, I didn’t even really know what was going on for sure myself.
I stared at my reflection for a good few minutes before calling my mom, who was already at work. She answered on the third ring.
“Hey, hun, what’s up?” Her voice asked distractedly.
“I’m feeling sick.” I said with a forced cough. “Can I stay home?”
She didn’t seem to buy it but sighed into the phone. “Sure, but you’re telling me what’s wrong once your father leaves. He’ll be there before I get home probably, so be good.”
“Thanks mom.” I smiled into the phone, happy she wasn’t here to see the pointy teeth. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Elizabeth.” There was a click from the other end and I hung up the phone before texting Zoey.
Glowing eyes thing happened again. I can’t go to school like this. Have fun without me.
I went back to the bathroom to look at the splotches of orange sandpaper on my skin more closely. They looked almost like stone, like I was being slowly petrified or something, but bright orange instead of gray. I swallowed thinking about what would happen if my dad saw me like this. He was an awesome guy and all, but I didn’t think it’d be a good idea to tell him I’m slowly changing into something by showing him the current progress of the transformation. I know my mom wouldn’t care when I told her after he left, but I’d never had to break bad news to my dad.
There would at least be a few hours to prepare, maybe try some makeup and a pair of sunglasses? I walked to the kitchen, now having the time for a real breakfast, and started to make bacon and eggs. I found it a lot harder to eat things with pointed teeth, as trying not to bite my tongue became a top priority.
After a difficult meal, I simply sat at the table, not knowing what to do next. I heard my phone vibrate from the living room and went to go pick it up, reading the new text form Zoey.
Sorry you can’t come. At least you have more time to master your super strength! Have fun at home. Should I come over after school?
I smiled at the text. At least someone was being optimistic.
Naw, my dad’s going to be here. Tomorrow, okay?
I hit send and thought for a moment. Maybe I could change back if i concentrated? If this whole thing wasn’t based on science, which seemed plausible, then it made as much sense as anything. I walked back to my room and lied on the bed, in case it worked and I’d pass out again.
I closed my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could on changing back. I imagined myself completely human and with normal eyes. A headache came, but when I opened my eyes, I could still see fine. It was just a normal headache. Lovely.
I don’t know how long I was there before the front door opened and I heard my dad coming up the stairs. I closed and locked my door, hoping he would assume I was at school, and stayed silently in my room.
He took the bait, from what I heard, and the living room television turned on to blast some show I’d never heard before. I swallowed and went back to concentrating, trying to stay silent.
Lunchtime came and went and I stayed quiet despite growing hunger. My mother came home and immediately came to room and knocked on the door. I stayed silent and heard her speak quietly through the door.
“How you holdin up?” When there was no answer she continued. “Come out when you’re ready, hon.”
I sighed and stared at the wall, wishing I could just change back already. I looked to the clock and groaned. I would have to get out eventually, and it was almost the end of school already. I lied back and closed my eyes, thinking that at least if I’m asleep I don’t have to worry about it. It took only a few minutes to pass out.
I woke to my mom banging on the door.
“Elizabeth, dinner’s ready.” She called worriedly.
I barely comprehended it and called back, “Sure be there in a sec.”
She laughed. “I’m sorry, hun. I didn’t realize you were asleep.” I nodded in response, though she wouldn’t have been able to see it.
I stood slowly and looked around in the dark room. The lights had been turned off at some point and for a moment I wondered who’d been in my room. Then it hit me.
I ran my tongue over my now-flat teeth and smiled at the darkness. Back to normal again. I quickly looked to the clock and walked to the door, staying careful of the strength, and walked out to the kitchen, where my mother and father waited.
“‘bout time you come out here.” Dad smiled. “Like your nap?” My mom rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” I couldn’t help but reply as I sat down at the table. “I was feeling a bit sick.”
He smiled lovingly. “No need to apologize. everyone feels under the weather once in awhile. You feeling better now?” he asked as he cut his steak. I smiled in reply, happy to see him again.
“Yeah, much better.”
“Good. Then we can dig in.” My mom said jokingly. She smiled at me, raising an eyebrow to remind me to tell her once my dad left.
I started to eat and my dad asked me how things were going, apologizing for only being able to make it on a weekday and not a weekend this time. I shrugged it off and we continued to talk long past dinner before it began to get late.
“I have to go, Liz.” He said simply, looking at the clock. “I’ve got business in town tonight, sorry.” He kissed my forehead and grabbed his coat. My mom had been watching TV, letting me have my time with Dad.
“Bye Dad, see you soon!” I replied barely in time before he left the house. My mom looked at me a bit expectantly but mostly worriedly.
“You wanna tell me what’s wrong now, hon?” She asked slowly. “Or wait till tomorrow?”
I bit my lip. “Tomorrow, please.”
She smiled and nodded. “Alright, but by midnight tomorrow I want to know, okay?”
I nodded.
“Now you wanna watch the rest of the show with me?” She asked with a smile. I couldn’t help but return the smile as I sat down next to her and she hugged me softly before returning to the show.
It was hours later when we finally got up and decided to retire to separate rooms for the night. I nearly immediately fell asleep, hoping that I didn’t wake up as a monster.
As previously mentioned, you are a fan of the game AMNESIA:THE DARK DESCENT. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You love to drink AMNESIA POTIONS, as well as TORTURE AND MURDER INNOCENT PEOPLE. You have a fondness for MAKING FUNNY PICTURES of GRUESOME MONSTERS. You, like most fandoms, also have A LOT OF FEELS, particularly about characters such as ELISE and HAZEL.
Your chumhandle is OrbGatherer [OG] and x_x < YoU AlReAdY KnOw yOu aRe dEaD, aNd sPeAk iN A FaLtErInG, mAnNeR WiTh aLtErNaTiNg lEtTeRs.
As previously mentioned, you are a fan of the game AMNESIA:THE DARK DESCENT. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You love to drink AMNESIA POTIONS, as well as TORTURE AND MURDER INNOCENT PEOPLE. You have a fondness for MAKING FUNNY PICTURES of GRUESOME MONSTERS. You, like most fandoms, also have A LOT OF FEELS, particularly about characters such as ELISE and HAZEL.
x_x < YoU AlReAdY KnOw yOu aRe dEaD, aNd sPeAk iN A FaLtErInG, mAnNeR WiTh aLtErNaTiNg lEtTeRs.
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Papa Xander: It hadn't been that long since the world ended. I knew that wasnt the best terminology, but it was better than saying 'since the zombies started to rise'. I was going on a supply run with Isaac and we were going alone. No one else could shoot really, so they'd just be a pain to protect. I had my 9mm and a newly sharpened sword on my back, but barely any ammo. If we'd brought any more than us we'd probably run out too early anyway. That's why we needed to find more ammo. The city was in view now, straight down an eerie and empty road.
Isaac: The road forward was dangerous, Isaac knew that. It isn't like he cared. Even if the worst came it would only be a relief. The world had become so ass-backwards that death, which people used to avoid, had now become the preferable route. Part of the reason he accepted to go supply searching was option would be readily available. He just hoped it would be quick, like friendly fire or even falling off a bridge. He feel like he had much more to live for. Even with his friends around, he still lost everything and would lose them soon enough. If he managed to make it through this suicide mission, he'd only go on for them.
Papa Xander: We started to walk down the road, staying silent as possible. I cocked my gun to make sure it was ready to fire and readied my blade in the other hand. I knew my chances of hitting any target were a lot smaller with one hand, but I'd rather use the blade than waste bullets anyway. So far the road seemed almost too clear.
Isaac: Isaac glanced over at her once he saw her move out of the corner of his eye. Every single movement, every brush of wind caused panic. He turned his head to see what was wrong. "What is it? Do you see something?"
Papa Xander: I almost didn't want to speak. "No. It's seems too peaceful. There's not even a single stray zombie..." I barely whispered, not wanting to upset the silence.
Isaac: They proceeded forward with the plan. They hoped to get essentials while they were gone. Food, water, first aid, anything else they could think of. They couldn't stay away from camp for too long; it was too dangerous for everyone. The walk was surprisingly placid. Everyone once in a while they'd see one of those things walking a few hundred yards away, but they didn't pose any threat.
Papa Xander: We avoided using the guns to not attract any of them, and found ourselves at a grocery store. The place was ransacked, but there was still plenty of food, the dead no longer interested in that kind of sustinence. I started to pack the bag we had with food, mostly rice and the such, as it provided more nutrients per pound.
Isaac: The smell of rot was almost palpable. There were bodies every so often on the floor, thrown atop knocked over shelves, even one in the milk fridge. The milk was, of course, spoiled from the door being propped open by the corpse and the stench of spoiled milk permeated the store. With every body they took extreme caution because it was nearly impossible to tell whether they would stay dead or attack. Many of them had bullet holes in them and it seemed odd to find them like that in a store. "What happened here," Isaac asked Michelle as if she had an answer.
Papa Xander: I looked at the bodies again, having been trying to ignore them. "Seems pretty obvious." I sighed. "Fights for food. When society crumbles, man turns selfish, which really sucks for them." I filled the bag to the top and stood again. "We need dried beans."
Isaac: "At least they're not being eaten now," he said dryly. He filled his bag with beans, a food he couldn't stand. He'd have to get over it. He walked around the corner to look for more and screamed, "Oh good God in heaven help me!"
Papa Xander: I ran straight to his side, blade at the ready. "What?!?"
Isaac: He pointed down to a corpse on the floor. In one hand the woman held her child's hand. In the other, a jar of Nutella. "The world was going to hell and this woman still was going to get her kid a treat. Hardly seemed worth it now, I guess, " then he proceeded to reach down and grab it from her. "I guess they won't be needing it. We'll take it back to the group to boost morale."
Papa Xander: I nodded slowly. "It's worth it." I barely whispered. "To see a smile before it all goes to shit." I sighed and sheathed my sword again, pulling the bag against my back. "Do you want to try to find ammo, or should we take what we have?"
Isaac "I don't know where there's a gun store. Maybe if there's one close by. First we need a car."
Papa Xander: I bit my lip. "I don't know how to drive... at all." I walked to the exit and looked outside, examining the area. "Nor do I know how to hotwire a car."
Isaac: "That makes two, but I think I can manage if it isn't a stick shift." He handed her a case of bottled water.
Papa Xander: I swallowed. "So we have to find a car with a body in it. Then there'll be a key in the ignition."
Isaac: "Then we can take more stuff back. Here's what we'll do. We find a car, but we can't turn it on until we're ready to get out of dodge so we don't make our position known. We'll load this stuff into the car, and we can get out. Until then, we go by foot."
Papa Xander: I nodded. "Alright. Should we split up, or go together?" I looked around at our surroundings, noting the two or three zombies in the distance that didn't seem to notice us yet.
Isaac: "The last thing we should do is split up. Let's walk around the block and see if there's either a gun store or car." The put the things they gathered on the bench out front of the store and made their way down the street.
Papa Xander: I looked around, not seeing a gun shop anywhere near. It wasn't like they were common or anything. But then I thought of something. "Let's look around for corpses with guns. There's gotta be a few people who fought others off. There were a bunch of people killed by gunshot in the store, so someone's gotta have a gun or two..."
Isaac: "That seems likely. Just remember to be careful," he reminded her, though she didn't need to be reminded. He turned to look through two of the three cars in front of them. He scavanged through the glove boxes, under the seats, but finding nothing.
Papa Xander: I looked around the area at the many corpses, managing to find a .22mm gun in one of their hands. They had a single extra clip on them, but it was worth the find. I picked up the bloody gun and smiled, taking out the current clip and sticking it in my pocket. "Any luck?" I asked as quietly as I could so as not to alert the dead.
Isaac: "Nothing," he replied. "Take those bodies out of that car and start loading the stuff into the car, I'm going to look in this last car over here."
Papa Xander: I nodded and put down my gun, not liking the need to, before beginning to unload the corpses from the small car, checking around me for zombies every three seconds or so. There was blood coating the seats and it made their clothes stick a bit, making it a lot harder to get them out. I eventually managed to pull them out and began to load our things after double checking that there was a key in the ignition.
Isaac: Moments later the screeching and squaling of a car alarm echoed through the streets, met with a low mumble as dozens of those things heard became aware of them. "WE'VE GOT TO GO! I FUCKED UP! HURRY AND GET THE STUFF, WE'RE LEAVING IN ONE MINUTE!" They started to frantically load as much as they could into the car.
Papa Xander: I got into the passenger's seat, loading up the .22 as well as my 9mm and putting one in each hand. Zombies were hoarding towards us. "We have enough! Let's go!"
Isaac: He started the car, breathing a sigh of relief when it didn't pull a bullshit movie stunt where it wouldn't start. They took out of there. He excelerated the car as they turned the corner and almost spun out, taking out two of those things. He looked over to Michelle, and out the back window. Before finally turning around and looking out the front window again, the car wrapped around a light pole in a blur of airbag and blackness.
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