Existence Is My Woven Tapestry

The sky was dyed red, numerous beady eyes locked onto her figure as she drudged her body through the sea of blood that covered her to her knees. As much as she wanted to wake up from this nightmare, Crimson found herself unable to do so.

Whispers ran through her ears, talking about feats that seemed impossible but the most common one that she heard the most was about her newly found status. "The new puppet bathed in blood and agony." She would reject such claims. Be it through screams and shouts, the whispers persisted nonetheless.

Far from her was a castle to which all kinds of abhorrent eldtrich horrors resided. Be it figures constituted of teeth that bore through the fabric of time, eyes that dared to peer into fates abandoned by gods and horrors or what shook her to the core. The figure of a man she had now come to dread.

In an endless sea of blood, it was the only thing that she saw and forced herself to go closer. The closer she drew, the farther away it would seem the castle slid away from her. She felt as if she was immobilized in place, unable to move and only watch.

Exhausted, she fell to which her entire body was drenched in blood and to her surprise, was far deeper than she had anticipated. The knee height water turned out to be an ocean beneath and with nothing to cling on, she found herself drowning in blood.

The force that dragged her down to the very depths felt surreal. The pressure she had anticipated came and it was anything short of soft. Her lungs caved in, her ribs shattered causing her to bleed from the inside. Suddenly the pressure around her body increased tenfold, as if the world revelled in seeing her body bleed out.

Unable to hold her breathe any longer, the blood that drowned her invaded her lungs, bloating them up like a balloon brushing against her fractured ribs intensifying the pain that she experienced. The blood penetrated through any and every orifice that she had as if trying to wear her like a glove that refused to fit.

The deeper she went, the harder the pressure was. Her arms bent inward boring into her sides, her head was jerked into her neck like a tortoise and legs curled inwards like a baby about to fall asleep. Her eyes were on the verge of popping out as what she saw last was complete and utter darkness. She could feel her heartbeat slow down, her bones start to fracture from the overwhelming pressure and until she felt it.

*Crack*

Compressed to a fifth of her actual size and mass, she lost consciousness. "Hah!" She jerked her eyes open, beads of sweat clinging onto her dress and her heartbeat was through the roof. However much to her surprise, she realized that she couldn't move her body.

Looking down, it was then that she realized that her body had contorted the same way she had in her nightmare. 'Someone! Anyone please save me! Get me out of this body!!' She screamed in her own mind however to the world, she was dead silent.

Her vocals were ruptured, her neck similar to all of her bones that bent in odd ways and for a brief moment, she recalled the picture Solon was in. The smile he wore like a favorite scarf during winter along with how his body contorted was an image of how she was now. 'God! Please end my suffering!' How she yearned to die and yet no response came.

Her mind was in turmoil, she wanted to bite her own tongue and die however her jaw was twisted in such a way that she was unable to do so. Blood flowed endlessly out of her ears and nose staining the lavish white marble and ivory grey sofa however she didn't care.

Five minutes later, a soft crunch followed. It was her toe shaping back into its original position but the pain that coursed through her body was unimaginable. She wished that this pain came to an end quickly through death however no one was present to grant her wish.

One of the most infamous and feared assassins of the Dark Hold and the Black Market was now reduced to a pitiful state. For the next couple of hours, she sat locked in place as she felt every bone in her body twist, crunch or contort into it's rightful place.

The blood that lay on the floor started to flow back into her body but the pain blinded her from this revelation.

*Twelve hours later*

By now her abdomen had completely stretched back into it's prime condition however her head and spine remained fractured. Every single crack that bore into brain, every vertebrae that was twisted in a way that it shouldn't was just too much and the moment that she had waited for finally came.

*Crack-Crack-Crack*

Her jaw bent right back into place and without wasting any time, she bit onto her own tongue causing her own blood to choke her lungs and end her life. However much to her horror, she was sent back into he crimson skies and eldritch horrors that now paid attention to her. Given that her spine had yet to heal, she couldn't walk, only drift aimlessly on the surface.

Facing at the sky that bore eyes and looked back at her, she could feel the ripple of the surface increase and there he stood. The being responsible for the madness and pain that she experienced. He crouched down to her level and brushed his fingers across her face.

"Don't worry Isabella,physical pain has grown stale to me so I'll find some other way of making you interesting." Her stomach dropped upon hearing this. He raised her head slightly above the blood which had tainted her hair red from it's original jet black.

To her, only pain claimed her body as her spine and head had yet to fully heal. "I'll give you what mortal and gods alike yearn for. Immortality so that you can entertain me forever." A soft kiss brushed her forehead however her mind was preoccupied with what he had just said.

'Give me immortality?! I guess this is my karmic retribution. I shouldn't have taken that mission. I should've just fled the moment i felt something was wrong. I should have...' Solon on the other hand gently placed her head back on the surface of the water.

"You'll do great my sweet puppet. After all tragedy is the greatest form of entertainment." His words were soft and warm however to Crimson, they were the what she dreaded to her core. Waking up once more, she found that her body had now completely healed and could move again.

Her heart was pounding as she realized the full magnitude of his words. She knew that if she tried to claim her own life that she would come back. Looking outside, she realized that it was dark before making her way to her bathroom to take a shower.

She looked at her reflection, half of it hers and the other's to something she couldn't name. Her breathes grew more ragged and rough as she slowly backed away from her reflection which kept it's multiple eyes on her body before it spoke.

"Be glad for you are his. A honor to be by his side and to be used to his content." The voice was dark and ominous, as if welcoming her into a life that she wanted to abstain from and yet she found herself slipping into.

That night she didn't sleep.

***

In a villa located on the outskirts of the city, Solon's figure could be seen gaze at the fracture that kept on growing. In his hand a glass of violet red wine that he swirled lightly before taking a sip. 'I hope that you're worth my time Crimson.' He smiled, not in a predatory manner but in a way that claimed victory with ease.

A smile that scarred Crimson to her soul.

***

Making her way downstairs in her villa, she turned on the television. "It would seem that strange and bizzare creatures are on the verge of crossing over into our world." The camera zoomed in the fracture to reveal a beast, unruly in nature as it yearned to cause chaos and carnage.

Behind the reporter was an army of the country's finest. They were armed, tank could be seen move in the background as multiple ground troops were already in position, ready to dispose whatever managed to breach through.

Glancing at her phone, she saw that she had several calls from Steven which she ignored before preparing her breakfast. Just as she was making her sandwich, in her rushed pace of dicing the tomatoes she managed to cut herself.

Unlike the pain she was used to, her flesh closed itself up in a matter of seconds. If she wasn't paying attention she would have dismissed it as being in her head but she saw it and it both scared and pleased her. 'Physical pain is now stale to me? Is... is this his gift of immortality?' She wondered as she put the piece of toast in the toaster.

As if wondering something, she made a small cut on her palm which healed as soon as it formed. Now curious she shot a projectile of her own blood at wall which splattered like tomato.

When she first realized that she was a mutant, she did a similar feat however the pain was too much for her to bear and chose to manipulate other people's blood but now she could weaponize her own blood.

*Whoosh*

A dagger constituted of her own blood formed in her own blood but before she could fully explore, the toast was done. After breakfast, she made her way to the car to pick up her briefcase and opening it, she was met with stacks of money amounting to a hundred million dollars.

'What's the worth of this given that the world will end? She knew that the humans had little to no chance of winning it they weren't aided by mutants but the Fracture Plague made it difficult. It was a losing battle the world was fighting, only delaying the inevitable.