<center><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tJm4qrjM/anomalyjelly.png"><table bgcolor=1F1F1F style="border-color: black; border-width: 0px; border-style: solid; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: -195px" cellspacing=30 cellpadding=30 width=600><tr><td><CENTER><font face=times new roman color=5c736a><font style=font-size:9pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:1px><font style=letter-spacing:3px><p align=right><Font color=02a375><i>a n o m a l y.</i></font></font> </CENTER><p align=justify>
For a moment the sensation of the ground moving beneath her feet is more disconcerting than the unrelenting buzzing in her head. She <i>knows</i> that she is already dead. <i>Knows</I> that she cannot die again in the afterlife. But that doesn’t stop the sickening sense of déjà vu from seeping beneath her skin. It doesn’t stop the panic – the same panic she’d felt the first time she’d died – from screaming through her bloodstream until it rivaled the sound of the infernal, unrelenting buzzing.
The shimmering is all that exists beyond the cliff. Beyond is just…nothing. An abyss of black. She can feel the urgency in the instruction she’d been given. <i>”Go,”</i> he’d said. The familiarity of the sensation holds her to the cliff’s edge for a moment longer than she’d have liked. The memory of the panic and the trauma still thrums through her bloodstream with every heartbeat.
This time when the ground gives way beneath her feet, she does not simply fall as she had before. She’d met her end buried beneath the rubble once before – and taken an innocent with her. She can still feel the warmth of the girl draped over her broken body in the moments before the pain had consumed her and death had come to take them both. Beyza had pulled them both back from the brink that day.
There would be no need for salvation today.
No, this time death itself has imbued her with courage she did not have in life. So as the ground grows unstable, she pushes off with all the strength she can muster – throwing herself into the abyss. There isn’t time to second guess her decision, but she knows that the alternative is being buried beneath the rocks somewhere beyond her sight far below. Or so she assumes.
The sensation of falling is sickeningly familiar. She remembers this so vividly. The flip-flopping of her insides. The strange sensation of weightlessness that follows. But this time there is no searing pain that immediately follows. No. This time she falls for what feels like an eternity. It is peaceful, almost. Peaceful until she hears something.
A voice.
She isn’t sure if the voice is coming from outside her head or within – but the words ring in her mind nonetheless. It is not her own voice. It is not her father’s. Is it whoever is responsible for the shimmering? <I><B>”You may be protected from your own radiation, but children born of your womb will not be so lucky. Those that survive will suffer from mutations or defects that cannot be healed. The price you pay for your presence here is your progeny. No healthy offspring will come from your womb.”</b></i> While her face remains outwardly impassive, there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Because in the span of only a few sentences, the only opportunity that Anomaly had for any sort of <i>normalcy</i> in her life had been torn away. Not only was she cursed but now her children would have to bear her burden. It was a heavy price, indeed, for one who had already lost so much.
When the voice ceases, there is a searing light that leads her to slam her eyes shut after the prolonged darkness. Her feet find the ground more gently than she would have imagined after such a fall.
Slowly her eyes flicker open. She grits her teeth and turns her attention to where she had landed. This place was…strange. <i>Off.</i> It was disconcerting in the sense that things were certainly recognizable but just not…right. Things bent where they should have broken, shapes warped unnaturally, and the laws of gravity seemed to be less firm than they were in the living world. It was curious, and she was sure she could have spent hours investigating this strange place, but her attention was demanded elsewhere.
<i>Movement. </i>
She catches it out of the corner of her still-glowing eyes and whirls to face it – ready to face the unknown.
<br><br><font style=font-size:9pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:1px><font style=letter-spacing:3px><Font color=02a375><i> i'm breathing in the chemicals.</i></font></font></table> </center></center>
EDIT: the door took Anomaly's ability to have healthy children. She can only have stillborn or highly defected children.
For a moment the sensation of the ground moving beneath her feet is more disconcerting than the unrelenting buzzing in her head. She <i>knows</i> that she is already dead. <i>Knows</I> that she cannot die again in the afterlife. But that doesn’t stop the sickening sense of déjà vu from seeping beneath her skin. It doesn’t stop the panic – the same panic she’d felt the first time she’d died – from screaming through her bloodstream until it rivaled the sound of the infernal, unrelenting buzzing.
The shimmering is all that exists beyond the cliff. Beyond is just…nothing. An abyss of black. She can feel the urgency in the instruction she’d been given. <i>”Go,”</i> he’d said. The familiarity of the sensation holds her to the cliff’s edge for a moment longer than she’d have liked. The memory of the panic and the trauma still thrums through her bloodstream with every heartbeat.
This time when the ground gives way beneath her feet, she does not simply fall as she had before. She’d met her end buried beneath the rubble once before – and taken an innocent with her. She can still feel the warmth of the girl draped over her broken body in the moments before the pain had consumed her and death had come to take them both. Beyza had pulled them both back from the brink that day.
There would be no need for salvation today.
No, this time death itself has imbued her with courage she did not have in life. So as the ground grows unstable, she pushes off with all the strength she can muster – throwing herself into the abyss. There isn’t time to second guess her decision, but she knows that the alternative is being buried beneath the rocks somewhere beyond her sight far below. Or so she assumes.
The sensation of falling is sickeningly familiar. She remembers this so vividly. The flip-flopping of her insides. The strange sensation of weightlessness that follows. But this time there is no searing pain that immediately follows. No. This time she falls for what feels like an eternity. It is peaceful, almost. Peaceful until she hears something.
A voice.
She isn’t sure if the voice is coming from outside her head or within – but the words ring in her mind nonetheless. It is not her own voice. It is not her father’s. Is it whoever is responsible for the shimmering? <I><B>”You may be protected from your own radiation, but children born of your womb will not be so lucky. Those that survive will suffer from mutations or defects that cannot be healed. The price you pay for your presence here is your progeny. No healthy offspring will come from your womb.”</b></i> While her face remains outwardly impassive, there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Because in the span of only a few sentences, the only opportunity that Anomaly had for any sort of <i>normalcy</i> in her life had been torn away. Not only was she cursed but now her children would have to bear her burden. It was a heavy price, indeed, for one who had already lost so much.
When the voice ceases, there is a searing light that leads her to slam her eyes shut after the prolonged darkness. Her feet find the ground more gently than she would have imagined after such a fall.
Slowly her eyes flicker open. She grits her teeth and turns her attention to where she had landed. This place was…strange. <i>Off.</i> It was disconcerting in the sense that things were certainly recognizable but just not…right. Things bent where they should have broken, shapes warped unnaturally, and the laws of gravity seemed to be less firm than they were in the living world. It was curious, and she was sure she could have spent hours investigating this strange place, but her attention was demanded elsewhere.
<i>Movement. </i>
She catches it out of the corner of her still-glowing eyes and whirls to face it – ready to face the unknown.
<br><br><font style=font-size:9pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:1px><font style=letter-spacing:3px><Font color=02a375><i> i'm breathing in the chemicals.</i></font></font></table> </center></center>
EDIT: the door took Anomaly's ability to have healthy children. She can only have stillborn or highly defected children.
Anomaly is radioactive.
Those that touch her may experience metallic taste, nosebleed, nausea, headache, hair loss and/or skin lesions.
Symptoms become worse with prolonged exposure and onset is accelerated when exposed to her blood.