"AUGH!"
Jenna gave a sharp scream as the foot hit her stomach, carrying her over the low wall of broken stones and slamming into the dirt on the other side. The shadowy figure shivered, twitched, then convulsed rapidly in what sounded like laughing and drowning all at once, heavy antlers scraping chunks out of the ruined walls. Jenna coughed violently into the ground, rolling onto her back.
[i]This is a dream! Why does it hurt so much...why am I here?![/i]
"I keep telling you to just accept my help, kitten."
"SHUT UP YOU SICK BASTA-RAKLUUFGHH!!"
Her words caught in her throat as a massive hand grabbed the girl violently, wrapping around her entire head and squeezing hard. The shaking, twitching deer creature gave another gurgle as she struggled against it. The damned voice, offering help but clearly enjoying the view, dripped into her ear. She swore she could hear her skull cracking under the pressure.
"You're going to die. And not just any kind of death. A darkness so deep, so endless that you can't even have thoughts within it. You'll be dead and you won't even be aware of death. You'll be nothing. Take. The. Deal."
A gurgle, a vain punch at the arm...
"Hold up three fingers for yes kitten. Just three fingers. Before you pop."
The pain was beyond compare...the creature laughed again, it's voice mixed with that bubbling sickness as it's seven eyes bulged and twitched in all directions. Jenna's hand rose as her body began to go limp, about to give in. Three fingers...three...
"Jackpot."
A sound like a whip, the gurgling beast dropped her, reeling back and gripping it's hand. It's fingers were bent in every direction, bones jutting from the knuckles as it screamed in pain. Dull gray flames rose in front of Jenna, taking the shape of...something...a demon almost. It spun, facing her, and pointed one finger.
"Between that and the gift, I'm out of power. It's up to you now. Remember that it was this or death!"
Gift? What gift? No time, run, RUN RUN RUN RUN!
The girl leapt to her feet, and sprinted out of the decayed wasteland.
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"GAAAUGH! OOOHHAUUUGHH!!"
[b]"Look, Jack, you really need to stop screaming."[/b]
"FUUUUCK!"
Jack stumbled through the corridor, pinwheeling into walls and corners as he held his eye. It bubbled and hissed in the socket, his vision distorting, blurring, and then turning red as all the veins ruptured.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT IT HURTS IT HUUUURTS!"
[b]"Kid, screaming isn't a good idea. Ignoring that it'll attract attention..."[/b]
"MAKE IT STOP!"
[b]"I can't dull the pain kid. Doesn't work that way."[/b]
"AAAAAAAAUGH!!!"
The pain, this unbelievable pain. Jack had been in a car accident before, and had suffered massive injuries, causing intense pain for the majority of a year. In this moment, in this nightmare: He'd have given anything to feel that pain instead of this. He ignored Einz, or rather, couldn't even begin to focus on the spirit's voice. His eye was melting, boiling over in it's socket. His hands, twisting and deforming, the bones snapping and rearranging as they elongated. His screams echoed around the entire area as he struck his head against the wall in agony.
[b]"And that's why you should've stopped screaming..."[/b]
His eye completely liquidated, pouring out of the socket, pouring down his face, and into his open mouth. He wretched, gagged, then screamed again, curling up on the ground, gripping his head. Then, he stopped screaming...the pain subsided...and all was quiet except for the heavy, ragged breathing of a young boy.
"Haaaa....haaaaa....haaaaa..."
[b]"....welp, I think you handled that pretty well all things considering."[/b]