Jul 27, 2011 00:20
[ There's a man standing in front of a bathroom mirror. A pained expression strains his face, equal parts distressed and defeated, as he pulls nervously at one of his ears. He's clearly seen something invisible to reality. ]
It can't be-
[ A bright line of blood streaks his cheek. The blood in the sink and the razor beside it point to a logical cause. However, cause is of no importance to Edward right now. He's more interested in the blood itself, raising a single index finger to his cheek and dragging it through the cut. t. ]
We found the cure. Christ, I lit myself on fire for it--and-- I know, I studied my own blood. It's different now. Different, but human again.
[ To only his eyes, his appearance is changing second by second. With every blink he sees a monster, a subsider, which in turn causes him to blink more as panic sets in. The finger, soaked in blood, he raises to his lips, close enough to leave a scarlet mark. They hover there as he continues to stare, shocked. ]
It's a curse. It has to be.