Chapter 6: Sensitive

OW! OW! OW! OW!

The maker’s eyes blurred, tears gushed. Two spots on its cranium burned!

The maker held its head as it bawled. It could not stop.

Oh, how unsightly for the maker to shed tears yet it hurts! It hurts too much! Why does it hurt so much? What is wrong with this body?

The maker wasn’t used to the body at all. It couldn’t move it normally.

Sensitive, this body is just too sensitive!!

The maker could not remember if this was how sensitive humans were supposed to be nonetheless right now the maker could not stand it! The two blows on the head throbbed, Every Pump of the maker’s heart made the blow throb, it pushed out more tears. What more, the maker could hear and feel the heavy pulse on them like hearts had grown into them.

The maker’s tears gushed along its cheek. The tears on its eyes grew cold as it touched the air, the floor too sapped away the heat from its delicate skin; shivering its very bones. the maker tried decreasing its sensitivity but lo! It could not! The maker could not control the body as it fully should.

It’s still too immature!

The more the maker try to control the tears the more it flows! There was simply too much tears for the maker to shed. The maker couldn't help but let it flow.

“Hmu! Muu muu...” The maker uttered as it coped with the pain.

Suddenly, without warning, soft hands as soft as her own slipped through from under the maker, the maker froze.  She was hoisted up and carried off.

The maker tried to rub off the blur in its eyes yet the tears was still flowing making its actions useless. Winds blew, making it hard to hear. They were sprinting too fast, it was like riding a bucking horse while blindfolded, It was making the maker’s head spin.

The maker tried to reorient itself but it was simply impossible, Everything swirled. Dazed and confused, the maker’s new senses were currently useless. Overwhelmed by stimulation, it only made the maker more dizzy. The maker closed her eyes to block everything out and concentrated; the maker reached out, into the very depths of its massive yet unified consciousness, like clay the maker molded small chunks of itself and formed oneself in two. With a quick zap, Muscles started to move and flesh reanimated, As the maker opened its many eyes, It cast down its eyes into the back of the human, carrying away another human.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

Silvia had run away while she carried off the maker’s new flesh.

The maker opened its human eyes, the world still continued to zoom pass her and the cold winds blew away any chance of using its ears. “H-hey! Wha-what a-are you d-doing?” the maker yelled, voice cracking, stuttering, high pitched and very very raw.

“Escaping.” Silvia said.

“B-b-but Why?.” The maker shiveringly asked. The human looked at the maker, her face mystified. Judging by her look, the human simply did not know who it just carried off. She sped up.

“No! Stop! S-top r-running!” The maker felt sicker and sicker by the minute.

“Why shouldn’t I? I’m saving your life,” the human, sputtered. Barely audible over the winds howls.

Wha? Saving me from who? Myself?

“S-s-stop! Le-let g-go o-of m-me! L-let m-me tell y-yo-”

“Shhh!” The human violently hissed air in her mouth,

“L-list-en t-to m-me, s-stop!” Silvia shook her head as she continued to run.

“No, I d-did n-not a-ask-”

“Be quiet!” she whispered. “It might wake up.”

The maker tried to twist itself off of the human but Silvia was just too strong! She held her with a vice grip. The humans sharp metal armor pressed itself against the maker, the metals cold and hard touch send chills and pain and discomfort to every inch of touched skin.

“N-noo!, Le-let G-” The human slaps her hand on the maker’s mouth, sealing it shut. The maker was being kidnapped! It tried to thrash however nothing came of it, the human did not even give an inch to move. With the new flesh incarcerated, the maker had no choice but to use its other form.

“HUMAN, STOP!” The ground rumbled as the maker’s voice boomed through its many orifices. The human flinched, and looked back, She sprinted even faster!

The makers ears rang, the maker regretted shouting. It didn’t know if its voice was that strong or its ears were that sensitive, it was so disorienting it couldn't tell which is which. Its ears stung, it felt like needles constantly pricked it.

The maker felt like crying but it didn’t want to, so it held it in.

The maker did not want to shout out anymore, it brought pain to her new flesh and it did not want that. The few moments of running multiplied the distance between them by ten folds!

Panicking the maker, with its old body sprouted tentacles and stretched them out to grab Silvia. The moment it did so, The maker heard the human mutter under her breath. She zoomed forward just before the maker reached her. Grabbing nothing but air, it screamed.

“NO!” His voice boomed in frustration as it shook the entire cave. The makers ears popped. Red flowed down the makers new ears. The girl under Silvia’s arms, whimpered and promptly cried