Unfortunately for Don, the 'no pain' part of the poison wasn't kicking in yet. He truly wished it would, so he wouldn't have to go through the transformation once more. Which he knew was happening, whether he liked it or not. The veins in his upper thigh were surging and bulging in response to the lowering of his cellular defenses. It actually left him hoping the poison would just get on with it. Not because of the pain. But. Hopefully. This poor girl wouldn't come back to him wanting to eat her. He slumped to the side, teeth grit, spasming.
Maybe it was best if he didn't focus on the inevitable. Or. Well. The other side. Look for something else. Maybe better times. Maybe Ariadne or Lottie. Or...
...What was in that injection? What poison? Spasms and quick death...the stripping of pain receptors. Anatoxin? Seemed the most likely. How ironic. He was trying not to think about what was happening and the first thing he thought of was-
After a point, he wasn't sure whether he was laughing, spasming, or transforming. Or all three. Well, probably for the best, then. Close to twenty minutes had passed by then.
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Unfortunately for Don, the 'no pain' part of the poison wasn't kicking in yet. He truly wished it would, so he wouldn't have to go through the transformation once more. Which he knew was happening, whether he liked it or not. The veins in his upper thigh were surging and bulging in response to the lowering of his cellular defenses. It actually left him hoping the poison would just get on with it. Not because of the pain. But. Hopefully. This poor girl wouldn't come back to him wanting to eat her. He slumped to the side, teeth grit, spasming.
Maybe it was best if he didn't focus on the inevitable. Or. Well. The other side. Look for something else. Maybe better times. Maybe Ariadne or Lottie. Or...
...What was in that injection? What poison? Spasms and quick death...the stripping of pain receptors. Anatoxin? Seemed the most likely. How ironic. He was trying not to think about what was happening and the first thing he thought of was-
After a point, he wasn't sure whether he was laughing, spasming, or transforming. Or all three. Well, probably for the best, then. Close to twenty minutes had passed by then.