URPT Round 3: 13. Shana Silica vs 3. Devroux Alter
 

Location: Asylum (Sensory Shift):

Distance: 5 meters

Rules: Sensory Shift:

Dev first.

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Life is money?

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I get to kick Dev's ass. Hehe. :3

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Life is money indeed. I read it briefly and decided, hey, why not?

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A girl set in a large cage is seen in my dreams. The place seems like a slum, with water leaking down the walls and barely any light, all made of stone except for one side of the box, which is comprised of heavy looking metal. Despite the dingy atmosphere, the woman remains beautiful. The feature that catches my eyes immediately is her ample breasts, which are quite perky and set a whole new tone to the room, making my dream much better.

I reach out for these breasts, but as I'm about to make contact, she loses form and floats away in a cloud of dust. Heart broken, I look around at my own position, but see nothing but the same box built up around me. Confused as to how I got into this predicament, I back up against the wall farthest from the metal door and slide down to take a seat on my ass. I lean my head into my hands, staring at the dirty stone floor. Reaching out to my left, I take hold of a nasty looking, torn cloth. From the looks of it, it was once red, but has become so worn and overused that it's almost brown. Unluckily for me, it's the only thing in this entire room.

I drape it over my head, sort of like a hood, and use it to stay as warm as I can. I don't know how I got here, but I'm ready to get out already. However, when I pinch my cheeks, I'm unable to wake up from this horrible nightmare. Even going as far as to slap myself does nothing but send a shockwave of pain through my face. So far, this dream is feeling more and more real.

Leaning my head back, it slams into the stone wall and I quickly lean forward again, housing my head in my lap. As I open my eyes, I can already sense that reality has taken hold of me again, yet when I fully regain control of myself, I notice that I'm hanging limp in the same way I had leaned forward in my dream after hitting my head. The back of my skull throbs pain and when I reach back to rub it, my hand returns wet with a small amount of blood, the cloth hooding my head absorbing most of it.

"Help," I shout. But to my displeasure, I can't even hear my own voice. My ears aren't bothering me, yet I'm incapable of hearing even my own voice. Not being able to hear makes my situation even worse, but it's all the same as I know I've got to find a way out either way. I reach out to the steel door and touch it, yet I can't feel anything. The door is neither cold, nor warm, and my hand is as black as night.

Suddenly, realizing the color of my hand, my memory is jogged. I still can't remember how I got here, but I remember that I'm not any sort of normal man. I'm barely even human, more like an oddity. Shaking my hand, the ribbons that are wound together to create it unfold and drop to the floor. Willing them to move, they twist until they lay flat against the ground and begin to slide away in all directions, covering the entire room in a thin layer of my ribbons. While I can't really feel anything arguably intangible, I can still feel a small amount of vibrations from the rooms around me.

I move my ribbons further, sliding them through the cracks below, above, and anywhere else around the door and out of my cell, covering the entire hallway in the same thin layer as my room is. These ribbons continue to ground, bathing the entire block in this thin layer, giving my a visual map of the entire building as far as I move them, even if I'm unable to see it with my own two eyes. As I had felt before, there are creatures in the other rooms around me. Some of them feel human, and others not so much, as they can be felt crawling around on all fours.

In the cell to my right, I can feel a woman. Her feet are softer than others here, as can already be told, which means that she's been here far less longer. She may be in the same situation as I am, so I should probably try and help her. Yet...

I breathe in deeply, filling my lungs with the dingy air around me. It reeks of death, making me want to add to it. I reach up to my face with my free hand and wipe it, mangasming over the intent to kill the beings around me. That would, of course, make it easier for me to escape, right?

I decide to go for it, and maneuver the many ribbons around me into spiraling up slowly beneath the feet of the beings around me, slowly corkscrewing into the limbs of them. Some of them are incapable of reacting and shriek in pain, the vibrations of such screams being felt by the ribbons that cover the entire branch of rooms. Others try to scamper around their rooms, but are soon left with nowhere to run as more screws start spiking out of the ground, continuing to slowly spiral up through the air until they touch the other end of the room, meeting with their sister ribbons. Of course, this happens in every room besides mine, regardless of whether a life form can be felt or not.

I let out my deep breath, happy with the bloodshed that I've already resorted to. Now that I've sated my appetite, I can concentrate more on escaping this god forsaken place. Slowly, I stand up from my seated position, my legs shaky and sore, and press my free hand against the metal door, palm open. From my should, ribbons grow out and form a sort of leg that brace the rest of my arm against the door. Quickly, mercilessly, the arm extends like a Jack-in-the-Box, shoving the four inch steel door outwards and into the wall opposite of my cell, releasing me from my captivity.

I look to my right and left through the holes in the tattered cloth that remains draped over my head. The hallways are just as dingy as my former cell. The ribbons for my left arm retract back into a regular arm, but I keep my right arm spread out across the building, keeping my map constant. The room next to me with the female in it remains shut as of now, but the idea of breasts distracts me momentarily from my escape plan.

Swinging my left arm powerfully, I smash the door dead center, at least derailing it from its track. I then step close to it and grab the end, forcing it to the side and opening it to see the carnage inside, but it remains dark.

"Hello," I call inside, still unable to hear my own voice. I concentrate on the ribbons, yet can feel no movement inside. I step back, slightly distraught at my inability to know what the dark room holds.

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The black haired girl ran through the infinite space as the stars and planets went by. She looked around as spaceships passed by, and men waved to her with a big smile. One of the spaceships rolled down a window, in space, to whistle at the good, "Nice ass hot stuff," the guy shouted out to her. The black haired girl was flattered by the man's words as she gave him a wink and blew him a kiss. The guy was so distracted by such a beauty acting as such that he stopped paying attention to where he was flying and crashed into a satellite.

The satellite was destroyed as pieces flew around spaces, crashing into the stars until the entire universe became infinitely black. In the infinite black, the black haired girl stopped running and looked around in confusion, "Yeah, this makes tons of scientific sense," she said just before she felt herself being sucked downward. She was being carried into a black hole. She didn't try to struggle, she just let it take her until she found herself in a different area of black which had a light making it light enough to see around. In front of her, stood a man with silver armor on all parts of his body. The man lifted up a sword and ran at the black haired girl, swinging it at her.

The black haired girl wouldn't let him get away with that though. Just as the man got within about eight feet of her, everything broke. His sword and armor turned into several pieces. He came to abrupt halt as fear came over his body and he looked into her eyes. The black haired girl looked back into the man's eyes and licked her lips. She was hungry. She leaned up to the man and gave him a kiss on the lips. After a three second kiss, the man's body turned limp and he fell to the ground, dead. She let him fall lifelessly and leaned down toward his body. She opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into his neck, drinking all the blood out of his body.

At that moment, a woman woke up in an abandoned asylum, named Shana. She stretched and yawned as she scratched her side and said to herself, "Oh dreams, you sure have a way of twisting memories into something totally surreal. What a glorious day that was," she grinned as she looked around at the dark walls of the asylum and sighed with relief and thought to herself, "The only comfort I feel is within the eerie walls of this haunted asylum. As a little girl the screeches, the screams, the specters, they all used to frighten me. Now that I have grown older though, they only excite me."

Four hours passed by, as Shana laid down on her bed, relaxing as the creepy beings flew across the the room. She looked at the door and noticed something odd, the door was closed and locked. That wasn't normal for her. When she visited the asylum, she always kept all the doors unlocked. She wondered if she had upset one of the wandering spirits. Perhaps they had been somehow related to the three men she killed earlier that week on the collection of beams over that giant pit. It wasn't bothering her though. She had music playing in her room.

The Partridge Family was singing on the radio, "Hello world, here's a song that we're singing. Come on, get happy! A whole lotta loving is what we'll be bringing. Come on, get happy!" and as they sung Shana tilted her head side to side as she kicked her feet back and forth. She sung along with the song, but stopped during the middle of it to say, "I love this song so much. It always puts me in the mood. This would be the perfect time to have a little private time," she giggled.

Before she could continue though, she noticed some ribbons floating around the room. She tilted her head further to one side and spoke to herself, "Well that's not normal. I've never seen ribbons float around in here," she began as one touched her, "Wow, what I wouldn't do to have some of these to play with sometimes. They are so bondage," she continued on to think about what she was seeing for a second, "It's probably nothing I need to worry about. Maybe there are new ghosts for me to make friends with. I might as well continue on with what I was doing."

She noticed that the ribbons seemed to try to grab her after saying that though. She jumped back and cut the ribbons with her mind as they extended upward from the floor. She a kept pink liquid on the ends of her hands, prepared to melt any ribbons that got too close with their acidic touch. After she finished, she went back to what she was planning to do, making the pink acid disappear from on her hand. The walls made made a low sound as Shana realized something. Unlike usual, she was feeling for more sensitive. It was as if her body's sense of touch had gotten two times stronger. She had to admit that she kind of liked that. She wasn't prepared for what happened a couple minutes later though. Her door opened as a guy said hello to her. Her cheeks turned beet red as she quickly grabbed a pillow and covered herself. She looked back at the man as she pulled her panties back up with one hand and replied to him with a voice that sounded somewhat sly, "May I help you with something? You didn't see anything, did you?"

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Rollin'

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