I had written this story back when Bucky made that 'presents for mizal' contest. It was going great the first hour or so of writing, but then I procrastinated the remainder of the contest and literally wrote nothing else. This fragment of the story comes from the one hour I actually spent writing. I'm wondering if I should do anything with the concept. Maybe turn it into a CYOA.
Enjoy.
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"No! No no, please!" the man said, screaming. Sarah had grabbed him by the neck and was now holding him over a vat of molten metal.
"Where. Is. Your. Boss?" she asked, shaking him. Whether he was innocent or not didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was finding M.L.
The man squirmed in her grip, choking on his own saliva. "I don't know..."
Of course, another one. If they couldn't tell her, they were useless. Sarah released her grip and the man went falling. A scream rang throughout the building, before being muffled by gallons of liquid silver entering his lungs.
Sarah grimaced. A single fleck of silver had splashed upwards and melted on her cheek. In her left hand, she still clutched the man's sunglasses, emblazoned with the same symbol she had found on all of them.
M.L.
She sighed, crushing the glasses between her fingers. Three hidey-whites and two stingers raided, and yet there was no sign of M.L. Sarah turned from the vat and leapt down from the catwalk. The doors stood wide open ahead. She reached for the handle just as a beam of sunlight shined through and glimmered atop her silver-plated cheek.
It would be awful if a human saw that, she thought, before ripping the flesh off her cheek in one smooth motion. Tendrils burst outward and weaved themselves together, changing to the color and consistency of human skin.
Yep. It would definitely be awful if a human saw that.