Kate gasped as she woke, lungs heaving as she struggled to breath. She wheezed and spluttered, rolling over and falling off of the steel workbench she had materialized on. She pushed herself to her hands and knees, limbs shaking and spasming. Her pupils contracted until they were tiny black dots in oceans of neon green. The whispers pressed in at the edges of her hearing, muttering and shouting in twisted syllables of black and incomprehnsible, yet at the same time she knew them and they were oh so very [i/]Wrong[/i]. She jerked an arm upwards and grabbed the edge of the steel table, hauling herself to her feet. She gagged as the vertigo hit her, throwing up a bit onto the dull, metal floor. The punding in her head increased, the whispers becomign distinct voices, shouting now. Her vision swam, and half-seen Things crawled just out of her sight. She squeezed her eyelids shut, blood leaking from her left tearduct.
It was always worse after a Jump.
And, just like that, they were gone, the voices reduced to murmers at the back of her mind. She opened her eyes, the world in front of her no longer a twisted, sick reflection. The horrors had retreated, for now.
It was always worse after a Jump.
And, just like that, they were gone, the voices reduced to murmers at the back of her mind. She opened her eyes, the world in front of her no longer a twisted, sick reflection. The horrors had retreated, for now.