Her face still twitched from the various blasts it had witnessed. Her mind was gone, carefully diluted into a feral slime. She no longer felt like the prime predator she had been for centuries, now, thanks to these humans, her animal instincts had taken over; her soul swayed under the song of her blood lust.
In one wild lunge, she felt the dry cool atmosphere of the plane’s interior bathed her battered form. She saw trickles of the whore’s blood dot the beige carpet. The sweet scent of her blood aroused a tantalizing surge inside her. It spoke to her inner monster, to her close relative, to that part she kept under wraps and only displayed on special occasions, and dire circumstance.
Her teeth, incisors, canines and molars cascaded from her mouth. They fell on the floor, like a serpents discarded skin. The untamed and savage portion of her, uncoiled its undomesticated ferocity.
Her pink gums splintered and fractured. Needle like incisors started to claw their way out of her mouth; a gate way of pointed barb wires flexed inside her lips.
Her vision was changing, the transformation harrowing her sight. A black and white tint washed away every color of the rainbow; it swallowed light and refraction into her void less and abysmal pupil.
She managed to hold on to a vestigial control over her creatures and creations. The Golems and homunculus, that breathed and fought outside this vessels, did so only by her will. She had to retain a last part of her intelligence; she had two become a hybrid of both her forms.
The floor started twisting below her; she felt her gravitational pull change. Her inner ear, and directional instincts, told her that something had moved. That the housing she now occupied, this metal coffin with wings, had suddenly shifted and no longer pointed from east to west, but instead arrowed towards the north.
Her ears popped. Her sensitivity was set off. She dug her fingers, now bony nailed talons, into a light brown leather seat. A shock traveled up her legs, as she turned around and found that her entry, and exit, had sealed itself behind her.
“Mikhail! She’s inside... take off!”
Her weight relocated around her, it shuffled from her stomach down to her legs. She transferred every crumb of strength into her heels; graining her feet into the shuttle. A mighty force pulled her towards the back off the room. A magnetic lash against her torso.
Man Jaku stared out the cubby holes, that past as the airplane’s oval windows. They were streaked with tears that ran like rapids in 60º angle. Her perfect vision found the horizon, it was no longer in part with her. The ground receded below her, lights and fires lost their bonfire quality and became nothing more than the heads of matchsticks.
“We’re flying!”, she cackled, while the plane veered to its side, and she saw the border between the land and the sea, fall into the background.
“Give me the hard drive, boy!”, she bellowed between her fangs. The shattering of sharp points clicking and...