Eve-1 Seventeenth Feat

Without warning, one of the nurses huddled in the corner of the room let out a bizarre
whimper and stood up. Yoshizumi was released from his paralysis. He turned towards the
nurse. Tears and saliva were streaming freely down a crumpled face. Flailing her arms
weirdly, she started running for the door.
The creature glared at her.
Just as Yoshizumi called out, flames rose up from the nurse.
A moment later, she was engulfed in them, and her body was visibly getting charred.
Her tied-back hair curled and shrank. But the flames refused to recede and instead shot up to
the ceiling, sending a stifling blast of hot air through the room. Even as Yoshizumi guarded
his face with both arms, he could not shut his eyes. The nurse's violent cries of agony filled
his ears. Her teeth enamel were melting away in her mouth, which was twisted wide open, a
sight that burned itself into his retina. She staggered, trying to pat out the flames with her
arms, but the blaze was too overpowering as it roared like a rocket engine. Her white coat fell
scattering in pieces onto the floor only to shrivel up and evaporate in a matter of seconds.
The strong stench of binning flesh stang Yoshizumi's nose. The nurse no longer looked
human; she was melting in the raging inferno. Her flesh had turned jelly-like and was
dripping from her skeleton. Those bones, too, eventually shrank and crumpled. A thunderous
ringing ripped through the air; the fire alarm had gone off. What was left of the nurse turned
into muck amidst the piercing bell. Overwhelmed by the noise and heat, Yoshizumi just sat
there on the bed like a simpleton.
The flames disappeared, leaving only the skull-shaking alarm to continue in their wake.
Strangely enough, there were no scorch marks on the linoleum or walls. Nothing had been
altered by the heat. Yoshizumi stared in wonder. The only indications of the nurse's existence
were a gelatinous mass and her right leg, left unharmed from the knee down. It just lay there
like merchandise some store clerk had forgotten to put away. Its skin was smooth and the
stocking intact and it wore a slipper. Staring at it, all Yoshizumi could do was to keep all
common sense from crumbling away.
Part Three: Evolution. Chapter 16. Pages 203+204.