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Short Story S1: P:1 "Renacer"

     Bones cracked, muscles tore and skin splintered apart like seems of fabric as one agonizing scream after another pierced the glittering night sky. The pitter patter of dying flesh dropped to the brittle leaves beneath her feet like rain drops and another series of spasms rocked her frame, forcing her to her disintegrating knees. She shook violently, her mangled fingers digging into the soft earth beneath the fallen reds and yellows mother nature could no longer hold on to. The blood that spattered onto them, mixing with all that she was shedding, dripped from her eyes like Muerte and if she wasn't already pleading in agony she would have begged for mercy from the Saint himself.
     But it would not end, she knew this. It never would.
     As she wept, her back arching with another bone breaking spasm, she felt the final shift begin. Her consciousness that she identified as Self began to fuzz away as the Other fell into place, shifting the irises of her honey brown eyes to  yellow that flickered in the rising full moon light. Her limbs finished extending, wrapping them self in a thick downy coat of shimmering black; her nails so thick and long that the claws dug deep beyond the tender earth they had been nestled in to the hard rock bed beneath. By the time she drew in her last shuddering breath she was gone and the other whipped its head up to the bright sky and let loose a deep rumbling howl that echoed across the evergreens and into the hearts of any nearby. 
     Predators paused and prey recoiled as they knew another was now amongst them and the night was deadlier than ever.

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