#smaller drabbles

[sour-heart-treats]

"Erm... I am not too sure about this... J-just because I happen to kill them doesn't mean I should disgrace their bodies, too...!" Though still a nervous wreck, it made him all the more malleable. The kill was still fresh, even after being carved into by the two consumers of flesh. Carnivores, but worse. Though the voices that prompted him were fuzzy, it wasn't long before he could feel something warm placed upon his hand. "Are- are you absolutely sure...? I don't- I'm not nearly a-as vile as you two are, yet..."

Would it hurt to try? Would it, truly, harm him in any capacity? With thoughts running as fast as his heart beat, his logic would take a turn for the worse as the two prodded him. Sure, he could reject it and they'll have the rest- someone spoke- But wouldn't that just make you feel worse in the long run? Not being able to accept what you've become? Please, dear, it's for the best that you at least try it once... Don't knock it 'til you try it after all, yes?

His pupils shrank, though they were affixed upon what was placed into his palm. Some portion of muscle from who knows what part of the carcass. It made his stomach turn just thinking about it, but... All at once he slapped his hand over his mouth and brought the bloodied piece into his mouth- accidentally letting a few spare flecks sink into a relatively cleaner portion of his mostly red-stained cotton white clothing.

This...

This didn't taste half bad...

[sour-heart-treats]

A shuddered breath held heat in the cold, stiff air of the lab. "H-has... Has it finally... worked...?" Though their words were hesitant, labored by the anxieties that wracked their form previously... The scientist's body wouldn't reflect such for much longer. The energy that enveloped their body was intoxicating- perhaps even addicting. "It- it has...!" 

Looking down into their shaking hands, the researcher that had put in so much time- oh so much time- into attempting this self-afflicted infection. Their body kept fighting it off, over and over, and yet now here they stand... Though their body is wracked with chills and their vision hazes over as heat rises into their cheeks, mouth watering as if wanting to reject something it can no longer prevent- their hands take ahold of their face, as if trying to assure that they are still within the confines of reality.

A slight cackle came from the maddened one, accidentally allowing drool to spill over from the sickeningly rapturous sensations that overwhelmed their form in the strongest means possible. And though they wished to speak more to themself, that laugh would grow- in volume and in insanity- as the repeated waves of illness-brought-strength dove deeper into their bodily systems. 

Would their organs fail? Would their vision give out? What does it matter to them!? Once this is over, who knows what could be achieved?! The city- the continent- the world could be under this ecstatic spell! With them as the source of it all! As it should be, and as it WILL be!