Your pale skin still caries the dull emerald rune encryption etched into the back of your hands with it's residual glow still sticking around, but fading away with time as your move your fingers around. "T-this actually worked, the stupid book worked?" You mumble to yourself to look over your hands to see the one select page from the ancient red leather backed book still sizzling, the ink marks smeared across the page from the ritual, which seemed tacky at first, destroying the one way to share the ability with anyone else...the ability being to turn anyone with a single tap of a finger into a hollowed out body suit. Something that seemed so incredibly silly early in the day when you decided to go check out some antique stores and found it while flipping through "Tomes of an Ancient Wizard" that it tempted you to buy it and test it out at home after school. Sure, it was a bit of a waste of money and it could've been used on something more long lasting like another video game from steam but how much longer would that last to this? Compared to a game the book only costs 10 bucks after haggling the cashier and it only required on thing; a drop of your own blood from your thumb which ultimately made the page burn up and he runes leap off the page and stamp itself on your skin...
None-the-less, your mind is more occupied with the throbbing sensation in your mind with the glyph roaming around vividly within your imagination, so foreign and yet so familiar as though the creator of the magical suiting ability either was familiar with English or the magic is powerful enough to push through language barrier...unfortunately it couldn't prevent the annoyed pained throbbed sneaking it's way in between the regular throbs as you stand up and wobble around a bit with a few loud thuds of your feet hitting the floor only to stop at the mirror by your computer, almost recoiling in shock.* "Jesus fuck! The it isn't just on my hands!?" You shout at your own reflection to see that the etched in markings where also on your faces cheeks and even on your forehead like a full on print tribal tattoo running down your pale skin,with the emerald glow poking through the strands of your greasy unkempt hair. "How am I gonna hide this? Gloves is one thing but...I can't hide this from mom or even tho-" Your cries cut short by a sharp on your door...
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