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A Painful Crescendo
Aloysius looked down at his chest in horror as he almost sunk to his knees from the pain, this was not something he was ever prepared. Natron held him up to prevent him from falling to the floor. His face drained as the pain wracked his nerves, causing him to clench his fists around Natron's arm. The next part was even more unbearable, a burning went through his very core. Eating away at it as the corruption set in, eating away at him as it burned on and on. He fought to keep conscious, everything was burning inside now as Natron stood with his hand inside Aloysius's chest.
And then, it was over. He woke up and looked down at his chest, there weren't any signs from what had happened. He shook as the remembrance of the pain flowed through him. He put on his glasses and went outside with his e cig. It had a high amount of nicotine in it as usual, along with the vanilla hazelnut flavoring that he had grown to like after the last e liquid ordering mix up. He took a long drag and blew out O's, the shivered slightly as he shook from the nightmare as well as the cold. The strong burn of the nicotine in the back of his throat calmed him as he continued smoking, his parents had always disapproved to a point until he had showed them that he was fine on his own.
"It was less painful than it could have been, I need to tolerate more if I am going to be fighting against these aliens to defend the city." He sat and took slow drags from the e-cig, letting the large cloud slowly flow out of the corner of his mouth like a misty waterfall. Thinking of what it would be like when he reached General in terms of pain. The idea scared him slightly but it gave him a goal to reach, he would try to raise his tolerance by then so that things would be smoother after the hand in chest thing. Once he stopped shaking, he began watching the people walking down the street.
He looked at the upside of all this though. If it was that uncomfortable just to be corrupted, maybe draining directly from someone's starseed could prove a useful close combat tactic in a dire situation. He took out his pad and sketched a few things that he had seen so far this evening before returning to his room. Ideas floated through his head as usual, begging to be written down lest they be forgotten. He took the time to write down some of the story ideas that brewed in his head then turned to his bed. Once again he laid down to rest, hopefully this time he could stay asleep.
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