Snippet #1936821

Aramay

Dusk didn't look to be a very talkative person. In fact, she barely talked at all. Aramay would have had better responses from a deaf person. Then it occurred to her. How long had this girl been down here? Was she even human to begin with? Everything was wildly off and nothing made sense. What the hell was happening in this facility? Clearly there were tests being done on people. Aramay was in the middle of one. Still, she had no clue just how far down the rabbit hole was. Regardless she was in desperate need of company that didn't try to attack or detain her. So when Dusk listened to her advice and started heading right, Aramay followed behind her.

Aramay started to sweat again. The stress was intensifying her paranoia but the physical illness that she was feeling felt completely off. She feels waves of hot and cold washing through her like she was coming down with something. It was causing her to slow down making it all the harder to keep up with the quick and agile Dusk. Suddenly intense, searing heat pushes her back with a nearly singed face and hair. The pillar of fire separated the two making the shock of the new obstacle all the more panic provoking. "You've gotta be kidding me!" She exclaims. After she remembers to breath again. "You shouldn't h-" Aramay stops. She holds her head from the sudden intense pain. Her body reminded her harshly that it wanted to rest and the stress was not doing her any favors.

Looking up Aramay just in time sees Dusk dash around the corner. Stumbling forward she does her best to try to catch up to the much faster girl. Beads of sweat roll down her face. It wasn't from the pillars of fire that shot up from the ground either. "Dusk?" She couldn't find her. The more she looked for her the more she felt like she was getting lost even though she was following to the right. "Dusk!" Aramay would then notice that there were new claw marks. For an instant a sense of ease helped stifle her anger for being suddenly left behind. A pillar of fire erupts not very far from behind her, prompting her to quickly continue moving forward. She stops just long enough to scowl at the ceiling and flipping the birdie to whoever was watching. Just because Dusk stirred up trouble it shouldn't have meant that both of them got in trouble for it and she was showing her protest the best way she could being out of breath most of the time.

Another small *pop* can be heard from her ribs. She could only figure that some of them were fractured. Yet the pain didn't get worse when it happened. It actually helped ease the discomfort. Her feet hurt each time they hit the ground to push her forward like she was stepping on something that shouldn't be stepped on. Something odd was definitely happening with her.