Emma was asleep in her room, infact, she cried herself to sleep like she did everynight. The power of her Mom's death strong within her mind. But something was not right that night. It was a nice warm temperture as she went to bed, but that night the air grew ice-cold. Frost crept up the walls and Emma blew out the steam as the hot air from her lungs blew out the carbon dioxide...
Then... Suddenly, her eyes sprang open and she screamed. Her hands moving to her hair as she shook her head violently.
The appearance of a rotting corpse of her Mom was what scared her from a devilish nightmare. And, standing from the bed, her eyes wide in fright, but now calming, she panted her way into the bathroom, still afraid of what she saw. Shivering at the cold.
"... It's cold..." Emma had noticed finally, recovering from her fright as she wiped away condensation from the mirror, then, looking into the glass, there standing behind her, was a cloaked, skeletal form. It was her Mom.
"MOM!" Turning around Emma's eyes wide, a smile creeping up on her face, but no one was there. Turning back, the skeletal cloaked figure drew closer, and looking back from the mirror to behind her, she became more and more afraid. "Mom? Mom?"
Emma was afraid now, as she looked into the mirror, a hand almost ethernally came through it, and... Her Mom was stepping out through the mirror's surface... like some Ghost.
Breaking out into a run she closed the bathroom door and stepped back from it, stumbling and falling over a chair.
"... Wake me up... Someone please wake me up!" She screamed, now seeing the cloak form step right through the door without hinderance. "Mom is that you?"
"Yes..." Came the reply as it stopped it's movements, though her Mom's voice sounded distant... As her form, she was barely visible now... It was like her Mom was struggling to keep in the exsistance of the living world.
Emma stood now almost compelled to run to her, but this ghostly figure scared her, "How can you come back... Your dead."
"That is not the point. Emma, I am here to say I am sorry."
"Sorry? Mom why?" Emma stood closer, her hand extending out to her.
Lucy's skeletal form blew up infront of of her, ash scattering about the air as it stuck to Emma. "Mom?! MOM?!" The ash seemed to burn, and then, crawl up towards her face, up through her nose and into her mouth. Coughing, her hands went to her throat, coughing more violently now, feeling as if her lungs inhailed a thousand tiny blades, blood, then was coughed up onto the floor, splattered droplets appearin about her lips, now, she fell onto her knees struggling and jerking about.
The spasms on the floor, ripped the gown, but only this, her aburn hair seemed to grow, longer, and growing out, a new colour... A black, colour. Her fox-like ear's furr also growed, too, growing a new blackened colour, and as her rouge eyes widened, they seemed to flash between her orginal colour... To a red... Blood colour.
"AH!" Emma's form stood as she then held her stomach, her back arching to the side and then backwards as her fingers seized up in awkward contortions, they almost looked ready to break.
Suddenly. Memories flashed passed her eyes. Her mind burned along with her lungs as this feeling spreads outwards to her limbs.
The lies... The deceptions... The meaning of Lucy's destiny passed through her mind, and stuck, as if it were her own memories.
Emma's hair stopped it's growth, now down at her ankles, the bottom half of her hair to the tips were red, while from the middle to her roots, pure black.
Tilting back her head, to see the ceiling, her mouth quivered as her body still shook violently, her pupils fixed, almost... Dead as she stood there. Her skin colour seemed to fade, become creamy, almost milk white. And, then, with a sudden pause, her arms moving to hold her stomach.
The pain now reached below her shoulder blades, and, her gown grew red at that area, the gown growing out as if something was trying to get out, and, in one massive burst of blood, long black feathered-blood coverd wings outstretched behind her as her cries grew into a shrilling shreik.
Her fox-like tail, also too, turned black. Emma fell, blood pouting from the fresh wounds in her back where the wings grew, and mouth pouring out of her mouth, as she fell unconcious onto the ground.
Then... Suddenly, her eyes sprang open and she screamed. Her hands moving to her hair as she shook her head violently.
The appearance of a rotting corpse of her Mom was what scared her from a devilish nightmare. And, standing from the bed, her eyes wide in fright, but now calming, she panted her way into the bathroom, still afraid of what she saw. Shivering at the cold.
"... It's cold..." Emma had noticed finally, recovering from her fright as she wiped away condensation from the mirror, then, looking into the glass, there standing behind her, was a cloaked, skeletal form. It was her Mom.
"MOM!" Turning around Emma's eyes wide, a smile creeping up on her face, but no one was there. Turning back, the skeletal cloaked figure drew closer, and looking back from the mirror to behind her, she became more and more afraid. "Mom? Mom?"
Emma was afraid now, as she looked into the mirror, a hand almost ethernally came through it, and... Her Mom was stepping out through the mirror's surface... like some Ghost.
Breaking out into a run she closed the bathroom door and stepped back from it, stumbling and falling over a chair.
"... Wake me up... Someone please wake me up!" She screamed, now seeing the cloak form step right through the door without hinderance. "Mom is that you?"
"Yes..." Came the reply as it stopped it's movements, though her Mom's voice sounded distant... As her form, she was barely visible now... It was like her Mom was struggling to keep in the exsistance of the living world.
Emma stood now almost compelled to run to her, but this ghostly figure scared her, "How can you come back... Your dead."
"That is not the point. Emma, I am here to say I am sorry."
"Sorry? Mom why?" Emma stood closer, her hand extending out to her.
Lucy's skeletal form blew up infront of of her, ash scattering about the air as it stuck to Emma. "Mom?! MOM?!" The ash seemed to burn, and then, crawl up towards her face, up through her nose and into her mouth. Coughing, her hands went to her throat, coughing more violently now, feeling as if her lungs inhailed a thousand tiny blades, blood, then was coughed up onto the floor, splattered droplets appearin about her lips, now, she fell onto her knees struggling and jerking about.
The spasms on the floor, ripped the gown, but only this, her aburn hair seemed to grow, longer, and growing out, a new colour... A black, colour. Her fox-like ear's furr also growed, too, growing a new blackened colour, and as her rouge eyes widened, they seemed to flash between her orginal colour... To a red... Blood colour.
"AH!" Emma's form stood as she then held her stomach, her back arching to the side and then backwards as her fingers seized up in awkward contortions, they almost looked ready to break.
Suddenly. Memories flashed passed her eyes. Her mind burned along with her lungs as this feeling spreads outwards to her limbs.
The lies... The deceptions... The meaning of Lucy's destiny passed through her mind, and stuck, as if it were her own memories.
Emma's hair stopped it's growth, now down at her ankles, the bottom half of her hair to the tips were red, while from the middle to her roots, pure black.
Tilting back her head, to see the ceiling, her mouth quivered as her body still shook violently, her pupils fixed, almost... Dead as she stood there. Her skin colour seemed to fade, become creamy, almost milk white. And, then, with a sudden pause, her arms moving to hold her stomach.
The pain now reached below her shoulder blades, and, her gown grew red at that area, the gown growing out as if something was trying to get out, and, in one massive burst of blood, long black feathered-blood coverd wings outstretched behind her as her cries grew into a shrilling shreik.
Her fox-like tail, also too, turned black. Emma fell, blood pouting from the fresh wounds in her back where the wings grew, and mouth pouring out of her mouth, as she fell unconcious onto the ground.