Treneka gave me a prompt of "Tokitoh: In the sharpened claws of nightmare."

"I knew you'd be the one, Minoru," the voice says.

He stares at his own hand, what it's become. It hurts, and he's used to pain, but this is different. This is a pulse like a separate heartbeat, this is a rush of fever-heat spreading outward from his palm, this is bone and muscle twisted and strained, and he wants it gone.

Then the voice speaks again, saying his name in that way he hates, and a hand touches his, and the pain explodes.

He wakes himself up screaming, but when Kubo-chan asks what's wrong, he can't remember.

~END~