It was a weird experience to feel an arm so shattered it was purple heal. The leaking vessels pulling themselves back together and pieces of bones were moved by writhing flesh when she wasn't moving the arm. The feral beast that was Feral fought the Ral deep tiredness like the beast she was. Focusing on the process of healing was one thing to keep her up but what really kept her up was imagining drowning in that dark mass blood.

Ripping out it's veins to use as a hose to paint herself. Tearing off chunks of flesh to let the torrent that was blood flow. Using her strings to pierce its brain with its own blood. Popping its eyes like grapes so its bursted capillaries can make a pool in the now empty sockets. Using her strings to hold the blood in place as she pulled a vein out of its body then using it to strangle it while the blood was still in it.

The list went on and on mostly using her imagination to fill in the blanks she didn't know about that mass. By the time she ran out of ideas the arm had healed and Rational was up. Her grip on her body lessed as she woke up the tiredness making it worse. Before Rational could process anything she explained the things she figured out about the mass and she began to move.

The mass didn't leave a trail but it left a smell that was easy to follow. It smelt like nothing. The absence of smell made it easy to follow in a forest full of scents. Sometimes the smell would permeate around certain shadows but it made no difference in tracking it because as much as it permeated it barely moved with the wind that whispered through the trees.

She continued despite the evergrowning tiredness and despite Rational warning of not fighting on the verge of collapse. The hunger for its blood increased the further she followed its trail giving her a slight boost of energy but despite that, despite her planning, despite her endless will to fight that tiredness, despite thinking for the first time in her life, despite everything she did to get her revenge she failed.

All it took was a tiny loss of control of her body to Rational for her to lose focus which lead to losing the fight against tiredness which lead to a long needed shut-eye. She had been running on fumes before the fight with the mass. She had not eaten or drank anything for the entire day nor had she truly rested at anytime. It was no wonder she was asleep before her head hit the dirt at a speed that would crack most skulls open.

She was lucky she didn't get a chance to aim for the next tree and landed her skull there. Instead her body lagged behind her Ral so the jump was completed before the signal to sleep was received but the signal to correct her angle was never sent so she missed the next tree and only hit dirt.

Rals are very different from the pieces they were made from but they still do some of the things the pieces used to do It still tells reality what response should happen when something happens just like the soul. It still tell what the body should do just like the brain. That is where most of the similarities end. The biggest difference between the Ral and a brain is dreams are not longer just dreams. Instead they are a dive in a certain layer of the Ral. In a way they are still dreams but they have a much more profound effect. Like two sides of the same coin nightmares also have a profound effect but the experience is not most one would like to do again. They also are a dive in a deeper layer which makes them all the worst.

So when a life is filled so much with blood, ripped out guts, unconnected eyes, stiff limbs, permanently screaming faces, and decaying bones it becomes normal what kind of thing is that life's nightmares. The past when it wasn't normal as breathing when they were scared and weak when they had no choice but to accept it.

Above her a voice said, "I don't think this is going to work." Cold blood was stuck to her face while her limbs that were attached to chains were dragged under the cold blood. Her shoulders had long since dislocated and her legs were stretched to the limit. Another voice above her said, "Of course it will it is almost proven that this is how obsessions are made."

The stone pillar under her back was in no way comfortable. The grove worked into it was not made for such a small body. "I am not talking about that," the previous voice said. Slowly she moved to the edge of the pillar making sure not to make to much noise. "Then what do you mean," the second voice said. A crack sounded off in her head just as she made it to the edge. Half her back was off the pillar while the rest sided with cold blood. "It is just the subject has-," The rest of the voice was cut off by the fall into the cold blood. There was no attempt to save herself as she was pulled into the depths. A slight comfort was gained as she was no longer stretched to the limit. Another crack sounded off in her mind. She willingly took gulps of the blood so the darkness could come for her faster. Unfortunately for her it went in the wrong pipe so the only thing she gained was a full stomach. Just as her head began to gain a haze she corrected her mistake and inhaled. Before her vision went dark she felt a cold comforting hug.

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Her eyes slowly opened as she stared at the uncaring stone ceiling. She made no attempt to move and only stared. The two voice were back but she couldn't care less. Another crack. The painful pillar was back but she didn't care. Another crack. The new addition of a clasp around her stomach was another thing she didn't care about. The tight chains were also not in her head. Another crack. Nothing was in her head she just laid there basking in the cold blood. For a second disgust filled her but she soon went back to basking. For a different second a desire to live filled her but she went back to basking. The chains pulled tighter and her limbs made a tearing sound. No attempt to scream was made inwardly or outwardly. Her vision went dark once again.

Light filled her slowly opening eyes. A horse scream was made from a face she couldn't quite remember, "Please noooo! We can fix her just give us a chance." Another face said, "Just give us the week." A third face calmly said no. Something warm and wet fell down her face and for a single second she felt a emotion she didn't quite recognize. Her vision went dark again.

Bile filled her throat as something warm and wet fell down her face. A horse scream echoed in the large room coming from somewhere she couldn't quite pinpoint. She soon joined the screaming when the bile exited her throat and the chain pulled. Her vision went dark again.

That was what she accepted and expected when she went to sleep but that only goes for normal nightmares not ones that are dives in the Ral. No that is too simple for a Ral.

In-between her mouth was a still squirming rabbit. She bit down breaking its spine and tearing in to its flesh. Her body shook in anticipation for the blood that would surely come in tiny waves of its weakly beating heart. She plunged her sharp nails into the soft side of the tiny thing and pulled away from her mouth. Flesh fat and muscle tore as the thin layer of fur held it in place only to give up a second layer. Bone chunks of what we're a spine followed liquidy marrow falling lifelessly to the grassy ground that was still green. Her body shook. Still green. The chunk fell out of her mouth to the ground. Still green. Near the tiny twitching body the ground was still green. Still green. Still green. Still green. Still green. Still green.

The sound of bitting into flesh could be heard one more as she bit her tongue. Still green. Her nails raked across her arm till she tore into fat but it was still white like her skin and the ground was still green. She looked up from her body searching for anything that could hold her obsession but only more green and white. She continued to take her nails across her arm as she looked for anything.

Then her body went stock still as she saw something, a deer. Then she moved with all her might almost running past the still oblivious deer. Like a wild cat she pounced nails and face first. When she bit down she awaited the blood but when it didn't come she dug her nails into the weak flesh and fur. When the blood didn't come she climbed up the now startled deer and grabbed both antlers and pulled up trying hard to not rip off its head. Then she twisted her hands cracking off both antlers and with them both in her grip stabbed the deer in both sides of the neck. The cries it tried making never left it's throat and died the next instant when the girl smashed her feet through its skull. Still green. Still green. Still green. Still green. Then she felt a liquid on her feet and her body shook and then the world shook but when she looked down she saw it was only its brain and the juices within its skull. She stopped shaking and world stopped to only for her to shake again. She raised her foot again and smashed down turning the brain into mush.

Then she looked around once more and ran to the only thing she could take her anger out on. A lonely tree that looked like the many she put her feet under to increase her speed. In seconds she made it and punched with all her might. Bark cracked under her might and she punched again. Bark fell off revealing the wood underneath and she punched again cracking the wood. For a second she felt something sticky and slightly warm. Then she punched again and felt it once more. She turned her fist around and looked at it. Something orange was on her fist and it was slightly warm and sticky like blood. She turned to the tree and looked at the cracks she made with her fist and saw the same liquid on it. She turned to her fist once more.

Blood comes from living things and living things have blood and blood is in veins and living things have veins and blood must be in veins and veins are in living things so as long as it has veins it is a living thing and living things have blood.

She punched the tree harder and harder till it got to the center but she couldn't find it. She ripped out chunks of wood but she till couldn't find it. Trees aren't living things which means they don't have blood. She was about to punch the tree in anger but something fell past her face. She grabbed the leaf careful not to crush it and looked at what looked like veins. She couldn't help herself and tore into the veins. She barely felt it but she did there was tree blood in the leaf which meant that a tree was a living thing and that meant tree blood was blood which meant there was blood on her fist. Her body shook as she once again ripped into the tree and soon tree blood covered her body and then the world cracked like glass. Then without a sound the glass shifted and she saw something. In those holes between cracks she saw her dream.

The trees were made a blood and the sky was made of blood and the rock in the sky was made of blood and the star was made of blood and the water was made of blood and the rocks were made of blood and the ground was made of blood and the most importan- the cracks were gone and she was awake in what wasn't a forest and instead a bed that was most definitely not made of blood and she was in clothes that were not her torn rags and there was no blood on her body and her sword was gone and there was a man in a chair beside her bed.