Wake up, old Flesh of mine…

Pressure, warmth, these feelings so familiar… i was adrift in the sea of my own muddled mind. Never had i felt this, dissociation with my flesh. Yet there was a voice that wasn't mine, referring to me as a whole as its..old container. I was momentarily confused.

Awake, and see the creation set before you…

Wake up...why did that seem so, familiar? That phrase? And that  buzzing on my thigh is annoying...and why does my chest feel so heavy? What's pressing against me like this? What's that heady smell? The puffs of wet, warm air on my face.That's when i remembered the phone i was given by Jolie. ‘She must be calling to check on me’ i thought, a giddy murmur escaping my lips. But, it sounded wrong. Like the noises i made when jolie...

I snapped my eyes open to feelings i never felt before forcing their way into my mind,driving into my sense of self like daggers. i can only describe it as petrifying. A face, eyes closed in open mouthed ecstacy jerking back in force above my face. Moving off beat to the ring tone jolie must've picked for me. It was a favorite song of hers, one i had grown to love. “Wake up, Grab a brush and put a little make up!”  The irony was terrible and revulsion lanced through my stomach, nausea hitting me as the man jerked against my flesh, pressing his disgusting tounge to my ear, My favorite words blaring milliseconds before the chorus , just as the rush of two newfound emotions ripped through my core and plunged my mind in hormones i had only heard of. A desire to do whatever i wanted to this man came to mind. a craving to feel pleasure by causing pain. Sadism, and, exhilaration. Coupled with the rush of realization of my current predicament, Adrenaline overloading my flesh. My mind racing, and me finding emotions on my own for the first time. spite, fear, panic. Flickering for seconds before a sickening burning broke free within me, shoving aside my thoughts, forcing me to feel the status of the man pinning me to the floor. The befuddled, mindless euphoria of hard and foreign chemicals in his veins. I watched enough shows to know what he was on. no walter white made the poison in his veins but it was the same breed for sure.

His hunger, heartbreaks, his whole life story painted itself before me. I knew everyone he knew, saw all he had seen, i mapped everything, and felt it all even if i only understood subjectively.  “~Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup!” even as the song played and my thoughts faded i acted,something new in me unlocked. i changed my flesh,he didn't notice immediately, the flesh of my belly and thighs secreting more sweat than just he was producing.

In my time with jolie i grew interested in plants, and thanks to her obsession with cannabis i heard of two i loved.datura and Hydrangea. Both plants that had what i learned were called “trippy” properties. But datura is special. It activates fear within the mind, and forces one to face the monsters within. The chemicals that create fear within most beings are cortisol, and vasopressin. I was using very little of the latter, but the former? Oh i was pumping a double expresso of vasopressin into every drop of sweat. It was there i felt, different. I was me but, this act, what i was about to do, it was like my body was being commanded by my emotions. The same way this man felt felt about violating me i felt equally so about this, I rolled my tongue seductively and wrapped my legs around him suddenly like a vice. He squealed in surprise, but not before i wrapped my arms around his, locking him in place. And he only looked down in time to see my forehead connect with the bridge of his nose.he howled in pain as an audible crunch resounded through the cement walls of my dark abode, and he reared back just as i pressed up and forward with my chest. With me atop him i slammed my Hips down hard against his bare waist, immobilizing my Violator. The moonlight filtering through the windows and the lights long since turned out in light of my loss of consciousness,pale blue moonlight painting to ground in surreal colors. But i didn't need light for this. I didn't need to see. He didn't need a view of my sultry, supple flesh. No. he needed to FEEL. isn't that what he wanted?

I Giggled, but there was nothing cute about it. It was an icy purr,cold. With tension building in his body as the  chemicals spattered about his stomach. I was bouncing on him in glee as i clawed him over and over. I was giving him what he wanted,movement, contact. as i laughed, i watched him free his left arm,reaching for the metal bat above his head. He grunted and whimpered, panicking in fear and confusion. I could feel the terror mounting within him as i flooded his body with pure stress.

I clucked my tongue three times and looked him in the eye, and said along to song in a child-like voice as i ground my body against his trembling flesh,”Why’d you leave the keys up on the table? here you go, create another fable...” and with nigh on no effort, my smile dropped, and i stopped bouncing, and i gripped the inside of his bicep and elbowed his hand. Breaking 3 fingers, shattering his wrist, and dislocating his shoulder, before pushing the arm forward, snapping his collarbone and exposing bone the open air through torn flesh in a fraction of a second. His face went white, and the beginnings of a warbled cry of anguish went to rip from his throat,but it never made passed his throat before i deftly punched him in it with precisely 7lbs of pressure, killing all sound. He choked and i leaned forward and gripped his neck. I could feel his high had given way to sheer horror and overwhelming agony, but i couldn't feel it as normal. I was detached from the ability. I looked into his eyes with heavy lidded finality in judgement. And i spoke calmly. “ I'm the third… i'm the third you've done this too, correct?”

His eyes were clamped shut. I knew he heard nothing, and my temper flared even as a new change overtook my flesh, pressure building between or stomachs, her choked as he pushed his head up to see the burgeoning grown of flesh as my chest heaved,cords of muscles sliding visibly under my skin like serpents, matching what was growing between us in matters of absolute horror. The spike in his heart rate was so severe i felt it inside me, where his own, less “impressive” extension of self lay unwelcome within me. I squeezed his throat harder as he began to cry from sheer confusion to the nightmare before him as the girl he wished to take advantage of become a little more than your average dame in a skirt.

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I grew until i was at his ribs, and smiled as his eyes shot to mine, darting between me an the sudden transformation. I found the reaction so satisfying i was literally drooling. My emotions so jumpy and erratic and what little left there is of my mind lost to me, but his torment wasn't over, i pulled down hard on the left arm and let him squeak barely audibly past my nearly crushing grip. His body convulsing at the lack of air. I relented a bit, letting him gasp before choking again. “Aren’t.I.The.Third,” i asked more forcibly. He nodded in his pain and began trying to spit ‘im sorrys’ past his damaged windpipe. I instantly gripped, cutting off all air as his eyes bulged and he began to struggle. “ i don't want your sorrys lenny.” He flinched at his name and i let a faint smile play across my face as i closed my eyes and nodded, “ yes i know your name owen. I know the first girl was a girl name Milly, drunk at a party. And i know the second was a random girl that didn't even survive the initial blow to the head. Of course, you noticed that After you finished.. And the death ate you up. Made you do even more drugs. I know of your family, your dear mother that died in an incident much like this one. Your abusive father. Your successful sisters you protected until they left you alone with your father for 3 years to fend for yourself. I know of the pains you faced. The path that led you here…and thats why ill tell you, it doesnt change your fate, but i am sorry. If you chose anyone else, you would still be alive tomorrow.” i felt him tense immediately and grunt in agony as he lunged his left arm again to the bat, over extending his broken and mangled right arm. I let him, shaking my head in pity as his fingers grabbed hold and he pulled it to my face.

I simply leaned backward and watched as he bludgeoned his own already brutalized arm. He screeched at a pitch i had only heard surfing for radio channels.i opened my eyes, the blood pooling beneath his pooling newly bone pierced forearm,the bat rolling away. I rise from atop him and he rolls to his side, crying and cradling his bleeding form. I watched him, hands on my hips. Raising a hand to touch the drying blood from the earlier blow i made sure being passed out wouldn't affect my human shell from healing properly. Luckily, except minor scarring i healed correct. I hoped my hair would hide the tiny scar absently,as i walked to him and grasped his collar.he cried out in objection, tearfully demanding mercy of me when i had none to spare. This mental state was nearing its end..but i still couldn't stop what was coming next, even as i fought against my desire to harm him, but i could find no reason i shouldn't put him out of his misery. Later after the events i would come to the realization that nearly killing him and tormenting him before nursing him back and showing kindness might’ve worked. But this solution was nowhere when i dragged him through the seam, and as he screamed in the insanity i had driven him too by exposing so much of the metaphysical plus tormenting him, pulled him to the spot i wanted. In the middle of the sandy desert..i dug a pit in minutes,mounds of dirt 4 ft high on both sides of the 8 ft deep man lengthed hole.

He had resigned to a choking sob...and prayed endlessly. Begging forgiveness. I wish i heard him enough to change what i was doing,but in the moment,i merely lowered him down by his collar. And looked down into the pit after i regained my position above him, and i used the first of my newfound emotions to fuel and direct the energy to the mounds of dirt just as the sobbing stopped. the sheer force of the madness in my anger fueled,sadistic act, accelerating the molecules of each granule of sand, and it began to flow, heat reacting with the oxygen nearby, Lighting everything from the air to whatever couldn't become molten within the sand. It became white hot, impossibly active, and flowed into the hole even as looked up to me as i glowered at him in decided and almost bored resignation, as tears, blood, and snot smearing his now blank face. I turned to the seam and walked even as the smoke billowed for half a second before even it was swallowed.as his body hissed and his bones cracked in wake of the heat. There was no smell, no accompanying scream. There was no time.only the sound of his physical form being erased. There would be no bones, no trace. Only his memory.

It was when i got back to my home and saw the blood still pooled on the floor beside his bat that i came to myself. The iron filled my nose, and i looked down at myself. My jeans torn at my crotch still where he exposed me. I notice i had removed any identifying male or female feature from my body besides my breasts. I blinked in surprise, not remembering when i did that. I mean, i remember the existence before words were used to describe anything,ever and before ever, but this...i couldn't remember making a change to my body? I looked around confused, patting myself like the memory was a tangible object laying around somewhere that i misplaced. But then i heard a wet drip at my feet. I looked down and saw a clear liquid, i kneeled for a closer look but three more hit the ground,i paused, and that's when i noticed the blur to my vision. The warm wetness on my cheeks. I put a hand to my face and pulled it away, looking at the tears. I stared for a long second before the blur became the whole world i saw. And suddenly i was on my knees, crying looking at the blood.my mind empty. ‘ did i really do all of that?’ i didn't know what else to ask or think. Nothing of this sort happened before. I never had not been in control. I had not ever just done something for no reason. It was horrifying, and the images, the feeling, emotions, what i said… it was so unlike me!  What had that been? What Happened? Why did this happen?!

Those questions, are called Human Thought.

I Jumped and looked around. The voice i heard..i had thought that it was just a thing brought on by the chemicals the human had knocked me out with or..

You even are creating excuses as they do for the questions you already know answers to. Second guessing, a folly born to creation, brought by free will, it's funny. All i wanted was to enjoy the silence of not having this. Other side desired to make..this noise. Tell me, Oh Flesh of mine, Do you understand his wishes for noise? Or even my Desire for silence?

Darkness. I knew it immediately. Otherside must be light then..but if she had no hand in creation, how is it present within it..i could barely think beyond this Clawing sensation in my Chest! I needed Jolie.i instantly fumbled for the phone in my ruined jeans and looked at the screen. I had 3 texts and a call, it was only nine o’clock. She would be up, so i moved to call her back, but before i first called, i heard the voice one more time that night.

Before you go, speak to the one approaching first. All will be well, they bear neither ill will nor to cause confusion or pain...know there is more than even your eyes could ever see. You must learn..and remember.

Seconds later, A knock on my door.