For a mutant, her face was very readable, which was weird. They all still kept looking at her like she was one of them, but I think she wasn’t anything like them. To me, she looked nervous as she kept looking at the tube. “You’ll be OK “, I reassured her. I didn’t know if it was true. I wasn’t a witch or even a demon yet. But anything has to be better than being stuck in a mindless mutant under a crazy bitches command.
She does it quickly. The mutant's head tips back as it pours the thick liquid down its throat. The tube dropped out of its hand, the small smash sounded deafening above all the other noises. I gasp waiting, it feels like forever, and I’m about to give up hope when it first starts to happen.
It starts with the mutant bending over clutching its stomach and a wheezing sound
