Death 1: Unraveled.

Crysinda heaved and retched as she dropped to the bottom of the pod, wrapping her slime covered hands around the thick piping that protruded from her mouth and coalesced with the other snakes at the very top of the tube.

With each tremble and a heavy cough of spittle, Crysinda groaned as the ribbed instrument was pulled from her gullet, followed by the sudden yank of the two tubes that were fed into her lungs via her nose.

The very moment the feeding and breathing tubes was removed from her body, Crysinda gasped before doubling over and throwing a palm over her lips in a poor attempt to stem the burning tide of vomit that threatened to push its way up from her stomach.

While painful to remove, the tubing that were" well....let us just that those particular instruments that were installed to "take away the waste" was met with a little more care in their removal.

Once carefully withdrawn from her body, Crysinda clutched at her lower abdomen as blood trickled down her legs, pooling atop of the much thicker amniotic fluid that now merely puddled up to her ankles.

It was during the moment that she had collected her breathing; filling the space in her lungs with desperate gulps of air, that Crysinda finally opened her eyes to the harsh light that flooded in from the pod's window.

The pod itself was oval in shape and stood upright with just enough space for her to comfortably maneuver and crouch within. The front of it was a full eight inch glass screen that allowed her to spy out, once her vision had fully adjusted to the blinding, blinking lights of the mobile laboratory situated before it.

Various machines from monitoring stations to a mobile SCHISM power plant blinked with various lights, bathing the dark cavern to which it was located, deep underground with a variety of colours from fierce reds to soothing blues.

Squinting, Crysinda forced herself to her feet, whimpering and shivering as she ran a hand across her slime covered face to push back the heavy, long green hair that was matted to her face.

"W-what?" Falling back to lean heavily against the inside of the pod in a poor attempt to keep herself upright, Crysinda pressed a hand against the glass and pushed against, expecting the pod door to open as it should had done.

But it didn't.

The" the maturation cycle was interrupted" so why isn't the door?"

It did not take long for her to get her answer, for the very moment she had began to formulate reasons as to why the situation had ever occurred in the first place did somebody stood in full view of the pod.

It was one of One's clones she had reprogrammed to maintain the systems while her body matured.

Crysinda knew just by looking down at her body that things were not already going according to plan. She looked far younger than she had come to expect; about seventeen, when in the maturation cycle was set to stop when she reached her full maturity of about thirty years of age.

Coughing, she pushed forward against the glass with all her strength. But given her weak state, she hadn't a hope in hell of breaking out of her nigh on impenetrable design. Afterall, it was designed to resist a full on nuclear attack; fashioned from the same metallic-crystalline alloy that T"Barack Opalith itself was made of.

"O-open it!" She gasped.

Crysinda knew the clone could hear her. She had installed a microphone within the pod for situations like these.

The clone turned away, moving over to a collection of machines bearing a control panel to the right and with a simple lean forward, Crysinda watched in horror as the clone began to implement a command sequence that would had stopped her undead heart. Th-that's the self-destruct code!

"Eighty-Four! Eight-Four! What are you doing"!" Crysinda balled both of her fists and pounded them against the glass. The window barely shook under her meager, newborn strength. "Stop! I command you, to stop!"

The clone carried on.

"Eighty-Two! Eighty-Two! Can you hear me"! Terminate Eighty-Four! She has—"

The resounding hiss of the internal speakers within the pod activated, cutting Crysinda off mid sentence.

"She's dead." Came the static, monotonous comment that had all but extinguished all hope in Crysinda.

"W-what—?"

"I bashed her brains in with a rock." The clone's voice chuckled. "It was" it was glorious""

Her fists paused against the glass after one final collision, her eyes widening. "No' no you can't have! I separated you both from the Sister Network—you should be independent from her command and influence! This is—!"

"Not improbable." The clone finished pressing the final sequence of code, causing all the systems to shut down and to plunge the cavern into a dimly lit, pulsating white light. "I cannot let this impurity continue."

Crysinda wrapped an arm around her breasts, shaking her head as her back slowly slid down the inside of the goo covered pod. "I" don't want' to die like this!"

"You are imperfect. You must be destroyed."

Pressing a hand to her forehead, Crysinda launched forward, shoulder barging the window repeatedly as her fight or flight instinct had finally kicked in. She was about to die.

"Resistance is pointless. You will be destroyed."

"But you'll die, too! The resulting collapse of the reality bubble will atomize us both! We'll be crushed into almost nothing and scattered throughout space! Are you fucking insane"!?

The hiss of the speaker cut off as the clone turned away from the control panel, approaching the window.

Crysinda paused in her desperation to look up at the clone that stared down at her, searching for some kind of shred of humanity that she knew could not possibly exist...

A vile, wide, toothy grin was plastered over the clone's lips; the fire in her wide, maddened eyes draining what little hope Crysinda had held onto.

Although she could not hear the clone, she knew exactly what the clone's reply was. Yes. I am insane.

Crysinda was going to die.

For real, this time.

This was the only other clone suitable to upload her consciousness into....she hadn't the time to make a spare.

Crysinda's and the clone's death was quick. But Crysinda lasted just long enough to witness time and space rip itself apart as the reality bubble fell in on itself.

The flesh of her feet and fingertips unravelled itself like a string of yarn, mixing itself with the rest of what was once whole and, bizzarely, Crysinda felt no pain.

No anguish' not even despair.

It felt warm and somehow strangely comforting, even as she watched her body melt away.

The last thought that had crossed Crysinda was just how beautiful the ether was, as she stared on into the infinite expanse of time and space.

Death 3: Why Have I Got This Terrible Feeling Of Deja—OH GOD!

The afterlife" what was it, exactly' There was a quote that came to mind in a situation like this"

...with strange aeons even death may die"

It was all up for interpretation for even death could not fathom the existence of nonentity. When Gods and Goddesses fall, where do they go' What is their heaven, or hell, to which they are banished to when their immortal time has come to—

Crysinda leant up, gasping for air. "W-what?"

She raked her hands up into her hair, panting heavily as she quickly got to her knees and thrashed her gaze all around her.

"I" I was just' I was just here" but I" I?"

Shaking her head, she placed a hand to her throat, checking for a pulse.

"It's" it's there?"

Then she checked her chest.

She winced as she clenched her eyes shut and placed a hand to her forehead. "Was it just a dream?"

After several seconds of collecting herself after such a vivid nightmare, Crysinda moved to stand, swaying on the spot as she covered her breasts with her arms. "Where am I?? She looked to the canopy, looking to the sky for answers.

She had studied several thousand terabytes of star charts, Rhy'din's being included in that mix.

It was the sound of a bush rustling and the pounding sound of paws striking the ground that had caused her to turn about and gasp, staring wide eyed in horror as the pack leapt at her and pushed her to the ground.

Twenty minutes it took for her to die, as she felt the beast's take only the smallest chunks out of her flesh' all just so they could play with their prey that little bit longer before she fell silent.

Death 51: Buck... Surprisingly, pain was becoming something of a minor annoyance to her. Like a really bad itch you just could not reach. After fifty deaths in total so far, Crysinda had poorly dodged hungry wolves (those relentless little hairy beasts that were the core issue of her entire ordeal), a deep gorge she had fallen into not once but eight times, a countless number of very sharp twigs and branches that she has garnered a newfound respect for in their ability to pierce various differing areas of the body with ease when combined with her own velocity, drowning not only in a stream but also in a puddle no more than two inches deep, and, finally' embarrassingly so" A fucking acorn. She could not quite believe it herself. Crysinda fell over a log and by some divine punishment against all that she had done in her life, an acorn had flicked up from the soil as she hit the ground and into her mouth, lodging itself deep into her throat, thus, choking her to death before she could even remove it. Every life wasted was spent running, hiding and dodging every disaster that had come her way. It was almost as if she had been running in an eternal marathon, but yet her body never tired out. As if every revival was reverting her body back to its original state of health and stamina. But the same could not be said in other areas. Mentally, she felt like she had been awake for days" heck, even weeks at this point. She was not quite sure what to make of it. Crysinda hadn't a clue how she has been stuck in this loop for so long.

This has to be some kind of phenomena of this region of the forest.... Little did she dwell on the science of what was happening to her and instead focused herself solely upon her own survival and eventually, on her fiftieth attempt and eight hours in, a ragged, exhausted Crysinda erupted from the tree line, falling down onto her knees upon the lush grass of field that opened out into farmland, naked, whipped from head to toe from thorny bushes and tree branches that left thin red streaks across her flesh. Swallowing huge gulps of air into her lungs, finally, after several minutes of just kneeling there, Crysinda looked about herself in disbelief. The birds sang" crickets chirruped" "....Nothing?" Crysinda whispered to herself, wide eyed as she looked behind herself, suddenly twisting her body around, crawling back away from the foreboding, lush green hell of the forest that had her trapped for what certainly felt like an eternity. Finally, her dry and chapped lips cracked a smile as she continued to huff in her exhaustion. "I did it?" Her body relaxed as she fell back onto the grass, welcoming it's cool and soft embrace, spread-eagle with her fingers outstretched. "I DID IT!" She shouted, tears coming to her eyes as suddenly, she began to weep. Never in her life had she felt such euphoria—a cathartic sensation after the initial realisation that she no longer had to fear for her life. Fear; a concept Crysinda never really understood until this newest development to her now odd existence. "Was this" how everyone felt?" She whispered to herself, before shaking her head and pushing away such silly notions of regret towards anyone she had ever tortured in her laboratories. "Got to find shelter." Forcing herself to her feet, Crysinda looked over the field and noted the low stone wall bordering a small plot of farmland in the distance and within it, a herd of sheep were grazing about a small little cottage that looked like it could barely hold a family of two. "Perfect?" But what got her licking her lips and stomach growling was the sight of fresh meat; the mere sounds of their heartbeats pulsing away in her ears was just' heavenly to behold" especially when she considered the occupants inside would make just an even better meal for her to indulge in. Taking one step forward, Crysinda's body tensed when she heard the treeline behind her rustle rather unnaturally; as if something large had made itself known. As her stomach sank, she turned to confront what she deemed to be a wolf that she had clearly not put down for good, only to find her eyes staring straight down the long barrel of a shotgun and at the end of it, a not too happy looking dwarven farmer. You've gotta be shitting me... "What are ye doin" out naked lass" An" why are ya on me land?" The dwarf inspected Crysinda a bit more carefully, his brow scrunching together. "Ya look like you've been dragged through the dirt and ye lookin" abit pale?" "L-Listen," Crysinda held up her hands, "I don't know how I got here, I just woke up and" trust me, it has been nothing but hell getting this far and I really, really don't want to go backwards now, so if you could please just lower the weapon—" "Not "till you show me ye teeth?" He growled. "Ya must be thinkin" I'm stupid. Pale as a banshee, lookin" like ya just digged yourself outta of a shallow grave, an' ya eyes?" He gawked at them over the barrel. "Jus" what kinda abomination are you?" "My' eyes?" Crysinda blinked. "W-What's wrong with my eyes" No! Wait," she took a step back, "please, I don't want trouble! I just need somewhere to rest." "Ah said, show me ye teeth!" The dwarf growled, jamming the barrel's end against her chest. Crysinda panicked, holding up her hands even higher. "I said I just want to be on my way! I won't hurt you! You will not believe the day I have been having and I just want to find somewhere to rest, so please just—" "TEETH!" He jabbed her in the chest again. Annoyed beyond measure, Crysinda growled at the man. "Listen to me you little stumpy bastard! If you poke me one more time with that shotgun—-" "I knew it! VAMPIRE!" He bellowed. A flash of light, followed by the distinct stench of gunpowder and cindered flesh, Crysinda's body flew backwards from the impact, throwing her into the grass. Trembling, Crysinda moved to lean up, but found herself unable to do so. Instead, she lifted her hands to her chest as she probed her fingers into the gaping hole that had opened up her chest like some gorey flower of ribs, flesh and blood all cauterized and smouldering from the heat of the buckshot. Blood poured from between her lips as she looked up from the horrific display and up to the dwarf that now towered over her. "P-Please?" Crysinda wept, a hand reaching out towards him. "I-I don't want to go through that again?" A final well placed shot to her skull ended her life. For now.