(ooc: these are just flashbacks, until we reach a point where I can have Dementa 'wake up')
Dementa always hated this, being stuck in what she had dubbed 'limbo' while the curse healed her body. She could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. She had to fight to keep her sanity, since all she could really do was think. It was a wonder that she hadn't gone completely insane by now, mainly because most of her 'deaths' were caused by pretty simiple means and would only take a few hours to a couple of days to heal. She doubted if she suffered a more serious wound, like decapitation, she would be able to keep her self sane.
While in this 'limbo' memories would often come to her...memories she much rather forget....
She ran out of the hut screamming, the sorcerous' laughter chasing her. Then she tripped and fell, not being used to having hind legs, landing face first in the dirt in front of the gang that had forced her to enter the hut in the first place.
"Took you long enough..." one of them said, his back to her, "What did you steal?"
She didn't answer, instead she curled into a ball shivering in fright.
"Doesn't look like she got anything...." one of the others said, taking a step back, "but...she looks really freaky now..."
"Huh?" the first turned around and staggered back in shock, "What the...HA! You were caught!"
"You should have been the ones..." she looked up at them, tears streaking down her face, "That suffered this..."
The gang laughed.
"Far better for a freak like you to get it then us..." the first lowered his head, looking at her straight in the eyes, "This just goes to show...that you'll always be nothing...."
At that she lost it, with a hand she slapped him across the face. Instead of just stunning him, however, he cried out in agony and fell over, curled in a fetal postion. She looked dumbfounded...not sure what just happened.
"What the hell did you do to him!?" one of the others cried.
"I don't know!" she replied.
"You bitch..." one of the others growled as he charged and rammed into her, only to suffer the same effect.
"She's untouchable now!" a third said, "Let's get out of here!"
The gang then ran off, the two affected members having recovered by then. One stopped briefly and said: "Looks like you will never be accepted now...not with...whatever that is on you....you demented thing...."
With a sniff, she stood up shakely on her hind legs and looked back toward the hut...only it was gone....
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