Skill App (Prof) (Water Blast)

is screaming in agony by now, his body covered by spider bites and filled in all the wrong places as almost every inch of his body burned and began bursting with a thick transparent ooze while he lay there, shivering in denial of his situation, having forgotten that he was under the spell of the circle that Tomix had imbued with a putrid darkness, staining his mind with dark thoughts and bad dreams while he lay there in reality being virtually unharmed.

After what felt like hours of wasps, spiders, and other demented creatures crawling and biting his insides and outsides whilst he began to spit what he thought was blood as his eyes began to twitch, he knew he had felt enough pain, but had no idea was to do about. He reached out his hand, blinded by the ooze bursting from his muscles and skin, as he looked for something, anything to save him, as he screamed in pure horror, ecstatic with fear and inner-thoughts unravveled, barreling into him as if bullets.

Out of the corner of his eye, a glimpse of something he knew, something precious to him, tainted with a blackening sky and its faded excuse for a sun. it was water. He felt it, his heart race and the bugs inside him scatter at his surge of hope, for they could feel it too. He lifted his bite ridden hands upward, scarred and weak, beetles biting his eyes as spiders bit his loins, shouting as everything began to bleed while the darkness of the ocean began to rise higher and higher, his body rising as he bent his own blood to his will while he felt himself throbbing with the overwhelming fear that had been placed upon him. This was his test, and he couldn't lose, for he was nothing but an embodiment of hope and worry, if nothing else. His heart began to beat, as he pulled the ocean tide upward and forward, bring it to him inch by inch, his pain intensifying with every action he dare partake in. He yelled in hope, horror, and distrust of his fear, for he was broken beyond measure, unable to bring himself to believe there was anything else in the world but pain.

He crumpled his fingers, cut and bruised, into a weakened fist, as he closed his eyes, panting "DONT, NO, NEVER!" as he erratically swung his fists back, the dark water collecting the darkness below it as the water he needed, the water he knew, the water of his desires had come to him, shooting at him like a rocket out of the sea and toward him from the sky, a beam of pure fluid coming in his time of dire need "COME TO ME!" He said, his body buckling as it was enveloped in the sacred darkness of the liquid, the fear that enveloped him. But this was his territory, this was where he would shine brightest. He was in control. He felt the pain within his body leave him. As he merged with the fear that envoloped him, enveloped his reality, he came to an eppiphany "Theres more to life then fear" and at the very moment this thought crossed him, he buckled under the weight of his own ability and opened his eyes. He had survived, and he was back, sweat and all, panting "Holy..Holy SHIT".