A Snakehearted Experiment: Shed Me a Lullaby [Closed]

Amelia had not been called out yet, so ever since last night she had been sleeping in her bed, curled up in a blanket rather comfortably. She liked the dress so much that she took it off and put it off to the side while she slept. As the Doc stepped into the room, Amelia's eyes shot open and she sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She shook her head awake and looked towards him. As he explained to her about the skin, she smiled and hopped out of bed. She walked over to her clothes, got dressed, and couldn't help but look excitedly in the mirror. She really did like it. She even remembered to put the ribbon in her hair, the stockings on her legs, and the heels on her feet. She really loved the way this looked on her. She looked to the Doc and to Hebi, giving them both a determined nod before walking over to the couch. "Let's start really soon! I can't wait to be able to wear it and have it be like the cloak you made me. It will make it even more special than it already is!" she said to him in an exciting tone. Once she was done with talking, she felt something in the pit of her stomach sort of warm up. She wasn't hungry, she wasn't hurt, so what was it? It was a strange feeling, similar to the one she felt the night before in Paris. She felt her cheeks warm up as well, not knowing they had become a deep red. She had blushed before, but never felt her face become warm in the process. "Am I... getting sick?" she asked herself, but then ignored it, looking back to Doc.

Now that she was dressed and walked over to him, she saw the blood dripping down from his nose and blinked a few times. She raised her hand and wiped it from his face. "Are you okay?" she asked him worriedly, "What does this mean? Are you getting sick?" She held her hand out to show him the blood and once he sat it, she would walk over to a wall and pull off a towel, washing her hands and then drying them. She stepped back over to the Doctor and smiled to him. Amelia watched him with curious eyes as he began to show her how to make the dress out of the skin. She was actually very unsure whether she would be able to match something like this. It confused her. In a way, she sort of preferred it if he just made her for her, although she felt selfish when she thought about that. As he asked her to shed her skin, she froze. She thought really hard on how she was going to do something like that. When he suggested that she take off her clothing, she did so, laying them across her bed.

"So... I have to think of it as filthy..." she said and sat down on the cold floor. She shivered once, but then ignored it, figuring her body would soon heat it up enough for comfort. She closed her eyes, began to think, concentrating really hard to removing a layer of skin. She sat there for a while, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes and thought a little more about how she would do it. She was unable to come up with anything that would help. She did as the Doc asked her too, but it just wasn't working.

Amelia watched him come over to her, wondering what he was going to do. As he set his hands on her shoulders, she looked up to him with a curious look in her eyes. She wasn't expecting what happened next. Although it was only on the surface, she felt his energy rush through her at an alarming speed. When this happened, her hands shot up and grabbed tightly onto his cloak, causing her to take a fast and deep breath in and arch her back towards him, like she was gasping desperately for air. Feeling the heat, she felt this urge to pull herself into the Doctor, and did so, as a way of calming herself down, but then a wave of cold washed over her, making her pull her body into a tight fetal position. With this sudden burst of his energy through her body, she felt herself lose her breath and her body react in strange ways she was unsure of the reasoning. She was out of breath, trying to catch it when she felt it begin to get worse and worse and listened to his next suggestion. "Sli-de.. out.. of my.. skin..." she said through breaths as another wave of hot and cold rushed over her. Once again, she gasped, sweat beginning to drop down the sides of her face.

Amelia really was trying. She was desperately trying to do what he wished, but it was just not happening. "Stop!" she said rather loudly, raising her voice at him in a desperate tone, and trying to get him to let go of her. She pulled away, unable to handle it. Usually she'd just continue, but this feeling was strange, uncomfortable. It wasn't even pain. She didn't know what it was. Pain she could handle. This she could not. "Stop... stop.. stop..." she begged, still trying to pull away from him as she began to sweat more and her breathing became erratic. Her body suddenly spasmed out and it felt like her throat had closed, not allowing her to breath. She pulled back away from him again, throwing her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she attempting to breathe in, but could not.

"Stop... stop!" she begged him, but he only continued. She had not noticed the blood falling from his nose this time. She was to busy trying to control the stability of her own body... and failing miserably at it. She couldn't breathe, she wasn't able to take in any air. She could feel him activate his wind element, having it move harshly along her skin. It hurt a bit, but not as much as the energy shooting through her. She could no longer speak. Her skin felt so dry, the moisture was gone. She was told to try it again. She closed her eyes and tried, ignoring the fact that she couldn't breathe and was still feeling such strange things move through her. Suddenly, she vanished, leaving nothing but an outer layer of skin with Hebi. She appeared about teen feet away, standing. She stared at him for a moment. Her throat loosened up. His energy had tightened her muscles enough to prevent her throat from working correctly, similar to that first time. A small smile formed on her face as she saw that she had done what he asked. Her skin was no longer dry, the moisture had returned and she felt so much better.

"I did it." she said in a soft sweet voice. She was very happy and felt accomplished. She had done what he had asked, but at what price? Amelia's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her knees buckled. Her body went limp and felt weak, collapsing to the floor. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.

As she was injected with an adrenaline like substance, her eyes shot open. They stared up at the ceiling for a moment, blinking once or twice. Slowly, she turned her head towards Hebi, her eyes now slit like a snake and her hair having turned completely black. She said nothing, but pushed herself to her feet and looked around the lab. It was like she was taking in her surroundings. Never before had she been pushed into her full Snakehearted personality, but now she was. She looked to the Doctor and stared at him. Stepping closer, she tilted her head to the side and watched his every move. This time it was like she was the one studying him. She noticed the blood on the floor and then looked back up to his nose, noticing it came from there. She raised her hand, wiped the blood from his nose, and flicked her finger. The blood shot towards the sink, landing in it perfectly. She looked down to the bloody mess on the floor and did the same thing, causing it to also fly into the sink. "You're making a mess." she told him, staring blankly at him, "Stop it." Amelia's voice was way more serious than she usually spoke, but that was to be expected with her second personality taking over. She looked down to herself, realizing she was still naked and raised an eyebrow. She stretched her tail over to her clothes, picked them up, and brought them back to her just so she could get dressed. Once she was fully clothed, she began walking around the lab as if she were trying to remember her surroundings.