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, shift...