MGCYOA Fallen Angel Lillian

Name: Lillian
Age: 15 - 1 Silver
Body: Underdeveloped
Str 8
Vit 10
Agi 8 - 1 Silver
Mag 5
Luck 5
Specialization: Fallen Angel
Weapon: Transforming Cane (more details in description)
Outfit: Pic, only skimpier
Power: Familiar - Nibbles the Polecat
Perks
Interdimensional Home
Closure - 1 Gold
Training - Cello
Incognito - 1 Silver


Lillian and Nibbles live in cities, traveling from one to another as whim and necessity dictate.  Nibbles likes to hunt for food in parks, and Lillian gets everything she needs by making money as a street musician, or simply shoplifting.  When she's flustered or angry Lillian will occasionally drop her illusion and end up damaging cars and buildings, whether on purpose or by accident.  She mostly tries to avoid fighting magical girls, either by leaving town when things get hot, or by avoiding them in her pocket apartment and waiting for her forgettable nature to misdirect any pursuers.  When she does fight (usually at Nibbles' urging), she uses a cane stored in her cello case and focuses more on physically fighting than using magic.  During the day, she can surround the cane in hard light to make it into a sword, hammer, or pick.  Nibbles encourages Lillian to fight more, mainly because he likes the taste of magical girls.

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The Beginning

"Now you will take her place!"

A twinge ran through my thigh, a quick flexing of muscle that left me on unsteady footing. A second passed, then came another, this time on my arm. Yet another followed shortly afterwards, and soon the spasms came in rapid succession.  I fell to my knees, not quite in pain but no longer in control of all of my muscles.  Nausea welled up in my stomach and I started to lean forward, to curl around myself.  Whatever was happening to me, it was something wrong.  Something /corrupt/.

I doubled over completely as a pair of twinges in my back grew into twin points of pain. It felt as though someone was pushing needles into my back, only from the inside out. I blacked out for a moment, barely registering the tearing sound as my back ripped open.

When I was aware of myself again, I looked up at the creature.  Its face was twisted into some emotion that I couldn't identify on such an alien little face.

"Puchuuuuuu! This is not supposed to happen! Suds! I'll be back for you, you biffling monster! And when I come back, I'll bring enough firepower to wipe you off the face of this miserable rock."  It began to scurry off into the darkness, but I could still hear its shrill cries. "Mufflewhumps! Kippersnaps! Dandershaws...."

I stared at the spot where the creature had retreated into the night for a few seconds. Then I tried to stand. The nausea had faded, and I made my way unsteadily to my feet with a hand pressed to the front of my car.  When I pulled the hand away I noticed an indent in the hood, roughly in the shape of a small hand.  Had I done that?

My thoughts weren't particularly coherent.  They kept drifting, thinking stray thoughts that helped me avoid thinking about what exactly had just happened.

The car.

Yes, of course, the car.  I had to get back in the car, drive home.  Maybe then I could process what I had just seen.  I stumbled back to the car door, and when I opened the door I used more force than I should have.  The door flew open hard enough that I heard a snap and I felt a piece of shrapnel bounce off my stomach.  I stared at the door, my thoughts blurry.  How had I broken it so easily? And how was I supposed to drive home like this?

Then I caught sight of myself in the sideview mirror.  I reached around the door and pried the mirror free, tilting it up and down to get a better view of myself.  My hair had turned black and grown down to my shoulders, and a soft satin hat shaped something like a ragged tricorne was perched on my head at an angle.  My old face was gone, replaced by that of a teenaged girl.  It might have been the kind of face that could be described as cute in other circumstances, but it made my wide-eyed, off-kilter expression look somewhat disturbing.

I hadn't noticed any change to my chest before, mostly due to the fact that it had changed very little.  I was petite in every sense of the word.  If I had met the girl I was looking at in the mirror, I would have placed her as a middle-schooler, or a high-schooler who was woefully late to adolescence.

Still, the clothing I was wearing wasn't something that an average middle school girl would wear.  Dark denim shorts only barely bigger than hotpants clung to my hips, and most of my legs were covered by supple leather boots than reach mid-thigh.  My meager chest was covered by a white tanktop that left my collarbone and midriff exposed to the cool night air.  Over it all was a sleeveless trenchcoat of thin leather that would have just barely surrounded my thin waist if there had been any buttons to hold it closed.  My hands, beginning to shake as I took in my new appearance, were covered by gloves made of some sheer material.

It was impossible to think that I'd been transformed into a girl.  Someone must have slipped something into my drink, a hallucinogen of some sort.  I'd hit some poor little girl who had been running around the  woods by herself, and now the drug and the drink were helping me to disconnect from reality so I could forget about the pink corpse sprawled out on the road.

[Do you have any plans for that thing, or can I have it?]

And now my hallucinations included a talking polecat. It perched on a branch above my car, glancing back and forth between me and the dead girl. I opened my mouth to answer, then snapped it shut as I reminded myself that it was a polecat, and polecats /don't talk/.

[No? Great!] It hopped down onto the top of my car and scampered down the hood to where the girl lay.  Sharp incisors made quick work of the girl's tights, and the polecat had already bitten off a hunk of flesh before I realized what it was doing.

"No! Stop that!"  My voice was higher pitched than I was used to, and it cracked on 'stop' as I rushed forward to pull the furry little creature off of the girl's body.  He turned to look at me and I dropped him with a shriek.  His face was covered in blood, and a bit of grisly fat still hung from his teeth.

[What's wrong?  She's already dead.  You killed her, remember?]

"No! I didn't- I mean I didn't mean to! It was an accident!"

He cocked his head to one side as he looked up at me.  It would have been adorable, if his face wasn't soaked crimson.  [Ok, but she's dead now.  Why shouldn't I eat her?]

"Because she's a human!" I noticed a hint of hysteria edging into my voice, even as my mind began to feel detached from the situation.  It wasn't real; it couldn't be real.

[Hardly] he replied with a note of disdain. [She /was/ a magical girl.  Which also makes her delicious.]

"Ewwww! Please, just stop. I don't want to see you eating a person."

The polecat settled down onto his paws and began to clean his face with his tongue and a paw.  [Very well. I wouldn't want our partnership to start off on a bad paw.]

I let out a nervous giggle.  "Our partnership?"

[Oh yes. You are a monstergirl now, and you just happen to be lucky enough to gain a familiar. I can be your companion, your scout, your guide. And all I ask in return is that you carry me around and occasionally pet me. See how generous I am?]

"Um, sure. So you understand what's going on here? What am I supposed to do?"

[Well if you're not going to let me eat her, you should probably hide this body somewhere.] Even though his voice was only in my head, I could tell that he was pouting.

"You wouldn't have been able to eat all of her anyway." The absurdity of the conversation was making it easier to talk about the dead girl without letting the horror of her death truly fix itself in my mind.  "So, how do you recommend I hide it? I've never done this before."

[Don't worry about hiding it well. Your transition into all of this is going to go smoothly... relatively, and people are less likely to notice you, so its unlikely anyone will find the body if you hide it in some bushes.]

I turned to look at the magical girl's corpse, and the sudden urge to lose the drinks I'd had earlier made me take a step back.  Then I swallowed, hard, and slowly walked over to her.  My hands slipped under her armpits, trying to minimize contact between us as much as possible.  When I started to pull her towards the woods it felt as if I wasn't pulling anything at all. How strong had this transformation made me?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I muttered to the girl as I dragged her into the woods. The polecat followed after us, occasionally lapping at the blood streaks left on the ground. I left the corpse in a copse of blueberry bushes with the hope that someone would find it next summer when they went berry picking.  If nothing else, I owed the girl the chance to have a decent burial.

The polecat came out of the bushes after me, scarfing down a gibbet of flesh. He scampered up onto my shoulders and began to clean off the last few drops of blood from his face.  [Sorry] He said with a tone that belied the apology. [Just wanted one last bite for the road.]

I started walking further into the woods, trying to put distance between myself and the remains of the magical girl I'd killed. "You're really creepy. You know that, right?"

[Yes. I am sorry about that, for what it's worth.] I couldn't tell if he was being sincere this time.

"Sure, whatever. So, do you have a name?"

[I do not. You can give me one, if you'd like.]

I thought about it for a moment. "I'm going to call you Nibbles."

[That is a terrible name.]

"Nonsense. It fits you." We reached a clearing in the woods, and I stopped to stare up at the moon. "So, how are we getting out of this forest, Nibbles? I can't drive the car with this body, even if I hadn't half-destroyed it already."

[Simple, you just use your wings.]

"I have wings?" As though a switch had flipped, as soon as I knew they were there I could feel my wings.  They were folded against my back, and as I stretched the muscles around my shoulder blades the two giant black wings unfurled behind me.

"Ohmygodthisissocool!" I tried flexing the different parts of the wings, giddy with the idea that I could actually /fly/.

[See? There's a good side to this too.]

I grinned at the furball curled around my neck.  "Yeah, I could get used to this."

And then, with a powerful stroke of my new wings, I rose into the night sky.