STANDING OVER THE LEDGE | open, breakdown. (tw)

I heard the voice of Cooper, and it caused me a great deal of pain for him to see me in a state like this. But before I could say anything, the headache had become so much worse, and a sudden jolt of pain rocketed through my spine causing my body to contort a bit as if struck by lightning. I let out a grunt, trying to hold myself steady as I placed a blood-covered paw out to balance my body and catch myself. I could feel the desire to rip and shred everyone around me, or whoever I could find, and it was growing so much stronger by the second.

"C-Cooper... get-get out of h-here..." I stammered before yelping again as another shooting pain rocketed up my spinal coord, nearly falling in the process. I turned to look at him, but my eyes weren't the color they normally were. They were a blood red, with the whites of my eyes a light shade of bloodshot red. The symbol of the Marker on my shoulder was a bright maroon color and glowing brightly, almost seeming to pulse with energy and a mind of its own.

Within a moments notice, my conscience was gone. Whatever influence had taken me had complete control now. And all it wanted was bloodshed. Bodies to create another brethren moon. Revive the necromorphs. That is, if it could. And Cooper would be its first target.

I was gone.

The lithe figure of the alabaster feline-fox hybrid rushed quickly towards Cooper, aiming to bite down and claw on anything it could.