/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\ =| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand | #55 by vYrus | 8/9/95 |= \=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/ Untitled \=----=/ The howl from the bathroom signaled something was wrong. Brad raced in to find Shiela screaming endlessly, clutching her face. The skin was literally melting off her face, dripping and running like a think milkshake. She screamed louder as her eyeball oozed gently from the socket, landing with a soft thump in her palm. Even then, her fleshy hands began to squish and run together, exposing pale bones and the pins put in her wrist when she was eight. The unblinking eyeball stared mercilessly at her as she felt other parts of her body stream away in goopy strands, like melted bubble gum this time. The flesh between her fingers finally let loose, and the bones in her hand seperated, letting the eye thunk to the floor, rolling over with bits of fuzz and tile chunks embedded in the iris and scalera. Her screams became half gargles as her throat melted away, yet her mouth still moved, dripping pus and blood and running skin. She turned away from the mirror, looking at Brad with a helpless expression locked on her decaying form. Brad winced at backed away from her clawing and bare fingers. She curled them inwards, looking at them, and shaking her head violently, drops of a no-longer-identifiable material gushed in spurts from her forehead, flying out like juice from a crushed fruit. A few drops splattered on Brad, sizzling like acid. Invisible tears were streaming down her face in torrents, streaking away skin and flesh as if it were nothing more then makeup. She was making soft sobbing sounds, but due to the seepage in her throat, it sounded more as if she were drowning. Brad watched, images flashing through his mind at a rapid and terrifying pace. Their first meeting. Their first kiss. The locket. He grappled with his memory, his sanity, desperatly trying to think of what could have caused this awful catastrophe. Brad shuddered. Fuck that. Turning his attention back to Sheila, he gasped. She had continued to melt away, screaming soundlessly. As her last remains pooled into a lump on her bathrobe, her stained skull grinning evilly at him, Brad reached down and picked out the locket he had given her. He opened it, looked inside, and screamed as loud as he could... Until the flesh in his throat began to run. -vYrus [TYME] /=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\ => Look for T.Y.M.E. on any of the following boards or sites : <= \=-----------------------------------------------------------------------=/ => Under the Influence.........[ALM]OST/HERE..............World HQ...... <= /= TNUG........................[707]226/8324..............707 Distro.... =\ => Realm of Chaos..............[303]774/1470..............303 Distro.... <= \= The Abortion Clinic.........[334]607/0178..............334 Distro.... =/ => Black SunShine..............[513]891/4635..............513 Distro.... <= /= ftp.netcom.com............../pub/ne/ned/tyme......................... =\ => ftp.fc.net................../pub/deadkat/misc/TYME................... <= \=-----------------------------------------------------------------------=/ => Leave comments, submittings, ideas, complaints to vyrus@community.net <= /= TYME Home Page..................http://community.net/~vyrus/tyme.html =\ => ......or finger vyrus@community.net to read the latest release...... <= \=-----------------------------------------------------------------------=/ => 'Life is an Illusion, Death is Reality' <= \=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=/=\=/=\