Just like that, it lost substance...
... a strange sensation. It had become sentient, and was suddenly ripped away, pulled into a different existence. No longer quite alive no longer thinking but more... just reacting. A swirl of darkness, a skin of corruption, a smog of hatred, feeling the warm aura of sentient creatures.
It could not be destroyed so easily. So carefully they removed its tendrils, that its core was intact. it could ensnare another. And another... and another. It may never encounter a soul quite like that of Tiffany Saunders again... she who formed this spark of darkness, nurturing it with her actions, calling for it's protection... yet at the same time, providing it with will power she held in abundance... will it could take as it's own, for survival.
Then the true end came. Ripped Apart... decimation... scattered... the whole had become formless into a sea of smoke unable to form coherence. Further yet into complete desolation, by the power of another force.
Death.
Tiffany sobbed as she felt... a loss. Something she lost... Stability, and certainty, confidence and pride... now her aura was naked, even if her body was fully clothed. Her fears exposed to another. Someone had seen her in a way nobody should be allowed to. She resisted... but why? Wasn't it better to just give up now?
But she was Tiffany... Tiffany never gave up... she was strong enough to even hold her body together, against the light. But no longer. Now, she was like everyone else. As easily re-shaped as anyone else. She was just the play thing of cosmic forces, and she could only stare at her father and the teacher who had done this to her. Her father cradled her in his arms like a baby.
She tried to resist the change. But nobody ever could... yet she resisted it anyway. Even if she had nothing left to prove, even if her pride had been utterly destroyed. Even if, someone had cut down everything around her, and saw right inside her very core...
Slowly, her flesh started to twist and change. It started with great slowness... with Tiffany almost completely still. A transformation did not hurt generally... but the teenager was feeling an imagined pain. It kept her focused at the task, much like a person would focus on the pain to keep them alive. She resisted this change once... did she not? Could she not do it again?
It was all for nothing, as she felt the trickle of energy, starting from her feet and going up her legs, slowly moving up her torso and into her mind.
Tiffany's body was so weak... she wanted to slip away from her fathers arms... but lacked the strength to do both that, and resist the change for however long she was able to.
"I... don't... want... you.. to see... this" she whispered harshly, her every muscle quivering. Her eyes were closed, as she recited a mantra in her mind.
Resist... Resist... Fight... Fight... Don't let them see...
Mr Saunders looked conflicted. His daughter had been through so much.. and now she was requesting he leave? He glanced at the teacher, wondering what their next action should be. There was no time though as the process was already starting.
Tiffany's eyes suddenly opened blazed in powerful light. Even the teacher looked startled.
Don't change... Don't change... Don't... CHANGE! I'm... TIFFANY! she shouted her thoughts. You will not make me... Your... play... thing...
Oh god it hurt! She could feel it now... it wouldn't stop! A pressure right on her forehead, and she could feel a trickle of blood as something pierced her skin from underneath. Tiffany had suddenly gained a single horn on her forehead. It was pointed with a very intriguing pattern swirled around it.
The teacher arched an eyebrow... was this due to her presence? It was not unheard of... yet she knew, Tiffany was not becoming anything like her. Not... exactly.
Indeed, the transformation looked to be going very slow... the slowest she had ever seen anyone transform. It was obvious, whatever she was going to become, was not done yet...
