Re: promenade ; elevator
He hoped for the sake of his body that this man was the real thing. Could he make this stop? He could pray to anyone to make that burning stop. It was starting again on the other side, getting hotter. His good hand began to stretch before their eyes. It felt like it was on fire. It was all the man could do to keep from crying out. His bones seemed to elongate, instead of breaking apart. "Please," he repeated in a near whimper.
What were the other words? Repent and seek forgiveness. He had to do that. He had wanted to much, asked too much, done too much. "I - repent." Pain had caused the pause, tearing through him, evident on his face. "Forgive, forgive. I don't - want - this."
The hair had begun to sprout from his pores as well, and his blood seemed to boil. "What is this?" He could also feel the teeth, sharp in his mouth, nearly cutting the tongue as he spoke.