New Transformation
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: It wasn't the usual transformation.
Contains: Body horror.
Notes: No seriously, this is ALL just body horror. Was thinking about writing the set-up and afterwards, but it sorta stands on its own.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Horror
Word count: 415
Status: Complete
It wasn't the usual transformation.
When M-21 transformed, it was a smooth transition from one form to another with a small tingle as he changed. It only took a few seconds, faster if he wanted it to be.
This wasn't the same.
M-21's mouth was crammed with fangs, the points jutting out and slicing whatever they came in contact with. Blood trickled over his tongue in a steady steam, dribbled down his chin and dripping onto the lab floor. He choked back a groan as he felt more fangs forcing their way out his gums, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he panted.
He couldn't stop this transformation. He hadn't started this transformation. The uneasy feeling he'd had all week had settled into his bones before it had decided to rear up and become this.
His claws dug straight through the floor when he tried to clench his hands.
He'd endured worse, but he'd never felt his body reconfigure itself piece by piece, felt his insides shift around like someone was holding them and moving them to where they thought his insides should go.
He was burning from the inside, sweat running down his skin as something collected and bunched up at his back.
He swallowed a scream out of forced habit as bones snapped and extended, muscles stretching taut and going further than they were supposed to. They didn't break even though they felt like they should.
It wouldn't stop. Every gasp dragged in his chest, something tearing at his throat as he struggled to breathe.
Wrong. This was wrong and there was nothing he could fucking do about it.
"That's - that's not a wolf," he heard Tao's horrified whisper and the sound was distorted, a screech that clawed at his ears and dug into his brain. This wasn't a wolf.
Then what was he?
A scream ripped itself out from his throat as everything intensified, every part of him being torn apart and burned, and once he started he couldn't stop. The scream resonated and then changed, becoming a deep continuous roar that used up every bit of air in his lungs.
The things at his back were still growing and he could feel them pressing up from inside, trying to break through the skin.
They didn't break through his skin. They exploded out with a wet splat, extending and draping over him.
He could feel them. They were connected to him.
And M-21 was finally allowed to white out.
Summary: It wasn't the usual transformation.
Contains: Body horror.
Notes: No seriously, this is ALL just body horror. Was thinking about writing the set-up and afterwards, but it sorta stands on its own.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Horror
Word count: 415
Status: Complete
It wasn't the usual transformation.
When M-21 transformed, it was a smooth transition from one form to another with a small tingle as he changed. It only took a few seconds, faster if he wanted it to be.
This wasn't the same.
M-21's mouth was crammed with fangs, the points jutting out and slicing whatever they came in contact with. Blood trickled over his tongue in a steady steam, dribbled down his chin and dripping onto the lab floor. He choked back a groan as he felt more fangs forcing their way out his gums, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he panted.
He couldn't stop this transformation. He hadn't started this transformation. The uneasy feeling he'd had all week had settled into his bones before it had decided to rear up and become this.
His claws dug straight through the floor when he tried to clench his hands.
He'd endured worse, but he'd never felt his body reconfigure itself piece by piece, felt his insides shift around like someone was holding them and moving them to where they thought his insides should go.
He was burning from the inside, sweat running down his skin as something collected and bunched up at his back.
He swallowed a scream out of forced habit as bones snapped and extended, muscles stretching taut and going further than they were supposed to. They didn't break even though they felt like they should.
It wouldn't stop. Every gasp dragged in his chest, something tearing at his throat as he struggled to breathe.
Wrong. This was wrong and there was nothing he could fucking do about it.
"That's - that's not a wolf," he heard Tao's horrified whisper and the sound was distorted, a screech that clawed at his ears and dug into his brain. This wasn't a wolf.
Then what was he?
A scream ripped itself out from his throat as everything intensified, every part of him being torn apart and burned, and once he started he couldn't stop. The scream resonated and then changed, becoming a deep continuous roar that used up every bit of air in his lungs.
The things at his back were still growing and he could feel them pressing up from inside, trying to break through the skin.
They didn't break through his skin. They exploded out with a wet splat, extending and draping over him.
He could feel them. They were connected to him.
And M-21 was finally allowed to white out.