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↳ 003, summer, week 4

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒.

Her skin is whole and new and she feels different. There's an electricity buzzing within her veins, like a flowing current of a drug stronger than life and heroin combined. But, there was still something abhorrently wrong with her. Something so wrong and vile that it crawled across the top of her naked flesh she now bore for the darkened world to see.

Something was wrong, oh god, something horribly, horrible wrong.

The gods have forsaken me. The gods are punishing me. Please won't someone save me, please, oh god, please, please, please–

There is something horrible festering inside of me, it's changing and morphing. This is all wrong. It's moving and churning, it's going to destroy me.

Please! Please–

PLEASE–

A moaning from the car woke her from her twisted, paranoid thoughts. She was lying on her back in water, water she remembered crawling to as the haunting pain of what occurred came flashing through her like wicked strobe lights of screaming and terror and something far worse than the two.

Someone was still dying, still melting away. There was still another soul trapped within the blaze. The fire was still bright, so powerful that she could still feel it's hellish heat against the soles of her feet as she sat up. It lit up her surroundings, the woods orange and yellow with the burning. Even the trees were beginning to singe but the darkening clouds and blanketed stars told her another story. Rain would fall and wash away the evidence of their trauma, like all things when people forgot and turned away.

She could smell blood everywhere and she knew most of it must've been her own as she shed her skin and crawled free of her charred cocoon. It clogged her nose and coated her mouth, but it wasn't the taste or smell she needed. It was not her own blood she craved. There was an unsettling feeling in her gut, her insides turning and rolling with something that was yet to be satisfied. It was as if her stomach was a new beast entirely, breaking it's jaws open for a taste, for the simple whiff of something delicate and delicious.

Wouldst thou like to live forever? Wouldst thou like to create and bleed?

The mantra rocketed around inside her head, inside her chest. The devil was opening its clawed hand to take hers in his own and hold her close. He wanted to create something horrifically beautiful within the ruins of an early death and an insatiable hungry rage.

The moans turned to broken wails, the voice familiar in its baritone. But yet, hadn't she gotten into the car with a woman? The crying was so muddled and ruined, that it could've been anyone and she could see the sideways body still in the car, stuck within the seatbelt now melted to their chest.

They will die here, like you would have. The gods saved you, they wanted you to be better than this. The gods wanted ruin and chaos. The devil wanted her all for himself and she was tempted to give herself up, whole and raw and bleeding.

She was going to rain down on all of them. She was going to curse them all.

AUTHOR'S NOTE━━short one but I can't be giving TOO much away hehe (might change the week 4 but i havent decided yet oopsie)

who do u guys think is in the car????? 

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