B48C16/17 - Beat Rachel

This time, there was a sound effect. Or I imagined there was.

WHOOSH!

I was a rat again.

NOOOOO!


(...)


<I knew you'd never live up to Crayak's expectations,> David gloated. <I knew it would wind up like this. Because you're not any better than I am, Rachel. If I deserve this psychological, this emotional torture, you deserve it double.>

<Shut. Up.>

<Make me,> he taunted. <Let's see how tough you really are when you don't have your buddies or your grizzly morph to back you up.>

I turned and jumped him. Dug with my claws.

Bit with my teeth.

But David was bigger and more experienced with the morph.

His back claws ripped at my belly. His teeth, needle sharp from months in the wild, sliced my face.

I was losing. Losing the fight.

Losing to David!

<NOOOOOO!>

Uncontrollable rage! Unbelievable hatred!

I was overwhelmed with adrenaline.

David had me!

I was pinned, couldn't move!

The counter turned over again.

<NOOOO!>

I thrashed with all four legs. Futilely, my tail whipped back and forth, back and forth.

<NO! NO! NO!>

The sound . . .

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, I was myself again. Human-Rachel.