Nightmarish transformation

Posted on Thu Mar 6th, 2025 @ 4:33pm by Lieutenant Bianca Donati

792 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Let That Be Your Last
Location: Bianca and Sam's shared quarters.

The haze of sleep she'd been deep in had been fractured by the sound of a nightmare from her partner. Eyes fluttering open for a moment, she heard the sounds of distress faintly from Sam, and the darkness of their quarters. Not yet fully awake, Bianca made a soothing sound from where she lay in the blankets. Unthinking, she rolled over and tossed an arm over her lover as she'd done many times in the past. Thinking to pull her against her own body to soothe her with her warmth she snuggled in against the Marine.

Sleep faded sharply when she hit the ground in a disorienting motion that stole her breath from her lungs. That radiating pain gave way to the sharpness of a different pain as her head struck the ground again. Three quarters asleep, the woman was not prepared to mount a defense of herself, especially not against her partner.

Bianca struggled against the weight of her own eyelids, and forced herself to open her eyes despite the lethargy that pulled at her. Every inch of her body screamed with exhaustion and hunger for air, but she managed to crack open her eyelids and look up at her lover.

The mistake, was meeting her eyes. Sam's eyes were dilated with terror and full of the most incandescent rage that she'd ever seen. Those eyes were alien to her. There was nothing of Samantha in them, that she recognized. It was only then that fear rose in her like a a block of ice It settled at the core of her and froze her very veins. Nothing mattered to her but the struggle to bring in enough breath to sustain her. Tightening fingers on her throat made her aware of just how much danger she was in. Still, she struggled in vain against an attacker that had both surprise and higher ground on her side.

I am going to die. That knowledge was stark and clear in her mind, because the Sam she knew was gone in that moment, and Bianca was not her Bianca here and now. The pain faded from her face in the upwelling of emotional turmoil that was set into motion in her. Tears welled unbidden in her eyes and dripped onto Sam's forearm, which was still against her throat. Trying to push her off wasn't working so Bianca tried to get her fingers under her arm. Her fingernails dug into the arm in a frantic attempt to get away.

The pressure eased from her neck and she sucked in frantically on a breath that barely managed to expand her lungs. She didn't see the horror, she only saw Sam running away.

"S-sss" she tried to speak to her fleeing lover but there wasn't enough breath in her body to actually make any sound. The grey encroaching on the edges of her vision told her there wasn't enough air for her to do anything but lay there and breathe. Breathe she did, in harsh gasps that whistled as she took them in.

Not good.

Yet, she forced gummy, uncooperative limbs to obey her commands. They did, for the barest of moments do so, allowing her attempt to rise from the bloody floor. The pain in her head ballooned and when her eyes closed the decking under her bare feet bucked and shuddered. Nausea rolled through her body and her knees refused to hold up the rest of her weight. For the second time this morning, she crashed to the ground. Her head once more struck the ground and the stunning factor of the impact left her unable to move. This time, no one was here help her, and she was alone without anyone to witness her breakdown at her weakness. This time, the sob tore at her throat. The sound barely emerged but the misery was clear in the twist of her face.

Don't leave me here...

Hot tears, or was that blood coursed down her once pretty face. Bianca's every breath burned, so did her chest, a footprint of her love's ministrations on her. Did Sam even remember stepping on her? The world swirled and she swallowed hard only to gag on her own saliva...nothing was going to pass through her swollen throat. It splattered across the ground below her as she coughed and the grey turned to a cascade of sparkles. Heat surged from her lips to her toes and was followed by what felt like an ice bath.

Get up. Get UP! GET UP! YOU ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN GET UP!! her mind screamed at her, but her body was unable to obey. Only then did the quarters around her fade to black.

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