[ John has possessed a human body for a scant few hours. Usually he shouts for Arthur to run and cedes control from there; usually he doesn't have legs. He is still learning how to use them.
Reality tears to shreds behind him, his breath heaves in stolen lungs, and John wishes he'd learned faster. ]
Jesus—
[ He scrambles over fallen shelves, crashes through merchandise, throws himself out the door. He puts a wall between himself and that terrible hammer. It doesn't matter: the wall gives like wet paper, and John is struck by something like a living meteor.
The world breaks. He knows only humming fractal decay, vision blanked by a colour out of space.
Rubble. For a moment there is ringing quiet. John becomes aware of his body only by its hurts: blood streams from a cut at his temple, and when he tries to push himself up onto both palms, one arm gives beneath his weight. He groans, rattles a cough, stirs in the carcass of the storefront. In a field of iridescent corruption, he is the only thing left intact. ]
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Reality tears to shreds behind him, his breath heaves in stolen lungs, and John wishes he'd learned faster. ]
Jesus—
[ He scrambles over fallen shelves, crashes through merchandise, throws himself out the door. He puts a wall between himself and that terrible hammer. It doesn't matter: the wall gives like wet paper, and John is struck by something like a living meteor.
The world breaks. He knows only humming fractal decay, vision blanked by a colour out of space.
Rubble. For a moment there is ringing quiet. John becomes aware of his body only by its hurts: blood streams from a cut at his temple, and when he tries to push himself up onto both palms, one arm gives beneath his weight. He groans, rattles a cough, stirs in the carcass of the storefront. In a field of iridescent corruption, he is the only thing left intact. ]