…Snap!…
The sickening resonance of bone snapping, and blood drip-feeding onto ground, ensued after his knuckle made contact with the hilt of the bone blade.
After several seconds, Rue pulled his arm back from the woman's head.
With a surprised expression, he stared at the remains of his fist and blade.
His knuckle, hardly looked the part anymore, and the blade?
Shattered into countless unconnectable pieces.
The fist was almost entirely melded off, the entire centerpiece exploded, with the remaining sides broken—construed into impossibly unnatural angles.
Biting his lip, Rue stole a glance at the mummified Adapted.
Surprisingly, or in hindsight really not. The woman's body was remarkably durable even though all of this time.
So as such, his crude, barbaric method of smashing her head open to retrieve the brain matter was, in itself, a stupid blunder on his part.
"Well," Scratching his chin, Rue fell into thought.
During his several-second intermission, Rue thought of history, but a more specific genre: the long scrutiny of medicine.
More specifically, the inquisitor thought of ancient medicinal practices.
Mummies.
"If destroying the body won't work… then why don't I just access her brain through a naturally made hole, her orifices?" Reflecting on this for several seconds, he shrugged.
"Whelp, better try than not," he mused with a whistle.
Stopping the natural procession of his hand's healing, Rue commanded the stubborn Will within his hand to diverge from its norm.
Immediately the flesh began to bubble, and the bones that once fitted his wrist melted into mush. No longer able to maintain their shape, they splatted onto the ground and, as ice cream would after falling onto hot pavement, the mush sizzled from the dense radiation before seeping into the soil.
With the annoying bone strewn out, Rue molded a new mount for his wrist.
Rather than a palm, he donned a single slender tentacle with a retractable maw on its end.
Regaining his bearings, Rue gingerly inserted the newly configured piece into the woman's nasal passage.
Inside the woman's nostril, Rue felt out the interior bone and adjusted the circumference of his tentacle accordingly.
Guiding himself though the nasal cavity, he gradually inched himself deeper into the nostril before stopping as he met with the surface of a tofu-like textured flesh.
Via the maw brandished on the end of the tentacle, Rue began to bite off and lead the severed brain matter through a fleshy passage layered in mucus that led into his esophagus.
Slowly but surely, the brain cavity was being hollowed out.
After several minutes in this manner, Rue ingested the final piece of her brain.
Pulling out the tentacle, he immediately cusped its body with his off-hand—tearing it off.
Tossing the flesh aside, Rue allowed his Will to heal his body in its natural form.
Closing his eyes, Rue the entirety of this focus towards his stomach, where the brain was currently located.
His mind was brought to the splashing of acid, the transfer of enzymes, the breaking down of matter, and most of all the dense reservoir of Will held within her brain.
Clenching his jaw, Rue focused on mingling the foreign Will with his own.
The dormant Will woke, and immediately it instinctively began to fear this new stimuli.
It was scary!
It wanted to leave!
WHERE WAS IT.
The foreign Will was plunged into a state of disarray and inherent fear.
The mass of energy began to quiver, its past neutrality turned chaotic, and its temperament grew highly volatile.
Feeling the Will's fear, Rue's own Will began to try and calm it.
Transmitting an array of soothing messages towards its peer, the foreign Will's earlier tension began to alleviate.
Sure it was still scary, but this Will was saying it was not.
The Will was like a newborn, anything told to it was basically truth due to its lack of cognitive compromise.
Rue's Will began to close the distance to the foreign Will. The Will, seeing this, became slightly apprehensive but allowed the shortened distance.
Both Wills conversed, this was mostly with the foreign Will asking questions about its current predicament
Rue's Will, to the best of its abilities, attempted to resurface any knowledge the Will had possessed. But to their surprise, the foreign Will had seemingly forgotten everything about its past.
Who they're master was.
How they had died.
What their purpose was.
Seeing this child-like oblivion, Rue's Will began to plot an insidious scheme.
This had the whole tedious ordeal of deceiving the Will and exploiting it had become significantly easier.
It had its work cut off for it.
Now mingled with the foreign Will, Rue's Will began to lead the oblivious Will toward Rue's brain.
Both Wills trailed from the stomach, ascending though the inquisitor's body and finally nearing the brain as it traveled though the spine.
Near the brain, Rue's Will began to convince the foreign Will, that traversing though here was going to give it purpose.
Astonished by this prospect, the Foreign Will, accepted the sentence as truth.
Without much thought, the Will entered Rue's brain.
Feeling the foreign Will within his skull, Rue braced himself as he led the oblivious Will towards the violet Monoclinic within the center of his brain.
Feeling a strange ethereal force guiding it, the foreign Will, out of curiosity, began to follow the tug.
After some seconds, the Will was faced with that great violet three-dimensional geometric structure.
From the looks of it, the top was shattered and this structure was broken in some unknown way, evident from the large gaping hole.
Feeling the tug lead toward the structure, the Will, after some contemplation, entered the monoclinic.
'Bingo,'
Immediately the structure warped before compressing and crushing itself.
AHHHHHH—!
The foreign Will yelled in pain, hurt by its betrayal.
Ignoring the screams from the Will, the structure's maw tore through the energy, harnessing it while simultaneously destroying its consciousness.
Collapsing onto his knees, Rue, no longer able to stifle the pain, began to scream a blood-curdling plea toward the world.
His crippled Initial was being forcibly mended at a rapid rate.
Coughing out blood, Rue began to cry from the pain, cold sweat oozed from his skin, and his adrenaline was at a high.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
Clasping his head, Rue began to scratch into the skin of his scalp, tearing it off.
Stop it…
…Stop it
STOP IT!
PLEASE STOP IT!
"STOP STOP STOP STOP IT!"
Gradually the feeble pricking sensation from the radiation intensified.
His skin, weakened from the radiation's ailments, tore and snapped apart from the strain of his body.
No longer able to support himself, his legs gave out, forcing his body completely onto the ground.
Sprawled across the ground, Rue's only thoughts spiraled towards death.
The pain was unbearable—so much so that it made him crave death.
Please kill me.
He yelled from the crater's bottom.
Ten minutes passed like an eternity, before the monoclinic finished gorging on the poor Will and finishing its structure.
The foreign Will was gone—vanished—now reduced to the body of the Initial.
A bright, hetro colored golden-orange hued light radiated from Rue, his body quickly regained its prior valor.
His unwrapped skin snapped shut, unblemished, bones tussled and moved under the skin, forced back into their past structure.
A set of curly ashen-gray hair began to furiously sprout from his scalp, reaching lengths past his ears.
Immediately his eyes snapped open revealing his unusual heterochromatic colored eyes. His left was a bright amber, and his right a tranquil nature-like green.
The eternity of pain that had seeped through his being—causing that agonizing hell—abruptly ended.
Plopping from his side onto his back, the inquisitor's breath was deep and needy.
His heart beat thundered its loud vibrations reaching his ear.
Rue with an indescribable expression, stared fixed at the gray sky in a daze.
A few seconds passed.
"kekekekekeke!!HAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Rue began to cry, while laughing uncontrollably.