Loses control of the Wretch

I stuck the plunger into my leg, high up on the thigh. I pressed it down, my mind numb.

The feeling of bones moving and flesh stirring was almost as nausea-inducing as the transition had been in the first place.

I stared Chris down as it took effect. Used flight to stay upright.

He nodded as he watched the change regress.

*****

I winced, as my leg twitched like a hummingbird's wings might flutter.

*****

My leg was bare, shrouded in tattered costume legging, my boot and armor gone. My injured foot, at least, had healed. I smiled at that, but it was a mean, ironic smile, directed at myself. A joke only I was in on.

I handed the syringe back to him.

"You know-" he started.

With my forcefield, I gripped his wrist, hard. I felt it move, in a way I hadn't bid it to, and canceled it almost immediately.

Chris huffed out a breath, backing away a step.

My control went away.

I cleared my throat, hiding how very disappointed I was in that fact.

- Infrared 19.6