-Kevin-
The knife was gripped in the soul of my hand, and my eyes were strongly focusing on the ligament in my arm. Quickly wiping the perspiration from under my eyebrow, I held the knife up in the air, clenched my eyes shut, and brought the knife down quickly, robustly down on my arm.
I clutched my teeth together to keep form shouting, and peeked to see my arm.
The lower part of my arm was lying on the ground, as blood gushed from my visible meat and bones.
Squirming in agony, I waited for the cell reproduction to take affect. Blood was under me now, as I noticed the changed happening a few seconds later.
Undergoing mitosis is painful, but why can I do this. My skin cells grew back piece by piece and my bone filled the tips in my finger. One long was scar was the only thing left in reminder of what I've just done.
-Third Person-
Lacey clutched onto the robust arm of SixHundred, the white haired mutan standing in front of her with all of his glory. The pressure of the news was unbearable, and Lacey wasn't feeling to hot about, sardonically speaking.
"Are you copasetic?" SixHundred asked, as he revealed the news about how he wasn't exactly human, but a mutan: a distinctive specimen of alien. Who said aliens had to have one eye and a green body, thought SixHundred. It wasn't as if he was utterly idiosyncratic or anything, it was just a different type of living being - something that others didn't accept. "LEADER!!!" SixHundred yelled upon his lungs. Lacey's breathing was uneven, as her eyes began to close. SixHundred's grip began to loosen on Lacey, as he acknowledged Leader of more helping her.
Lacey's stomach began to churn in disgust, as she realized a freaking alien was holding on to her. With a tiny might, she pushed herself off of him, and onto the hard concrete of the box.
"Aw, shit!" SixHundred spoke, ooping himself for his habitual use of profanity lately.
Picking her up from the floor, he hunched her over his shoulder and through the thick darkness of her liberated capacity, and into the warp hole to his grotto in the main land.
"Lacey!" he called, "LACEY!!!" he yelled.
How the heak are you supposed to wake up humans, SixHundred thought to himself. He shook his head at Lacey's absence and stood up, beginning to pace back and forth about what concussion or illness she might have. Besides what did he know? He was a brawny assistant for Leader and all he knew how to do was check up on his stupid animals he keeps in there.
SixHundred ambled towards the sea a few yards away from his grotto and think while searching the purple skies for an answer. He took a handful of the aqua and splashed it upon his face, and continued to stare at the orange liquid.
An idea popped in the center of his head, as he gathered the water securely in his hand, and walked into his grotto, running the liquid into he nostrils.
He received coughs and a gargle of liquid sound from her as Lacey's eyes popped open.
"What the hell?" she croaked. Coughing up the orange liquid, she wiped the sweat of her forehead. As her eye vision became more vivid she recognized SixHundred and grimaced. "Get away from me!" she yelled.
"Look I'm only trying to help."
Lacey's brown hair was damp from the wetness of the sand, and her eyes were almost completely dilated.
"Oh really? Then why the hell were you stuffing liquid down my nose? You could kill me!!!"
SixHundred ran his hands through his snow white hair and sighed.
"I'm sorry, ok?"
Lacey curled up into a ball and began to cry, cry about her low level of luck, and how's she stuck in the land of freaks.
If this could only get any worse, she thought.
