“She told the artists to make it so ugly she’d want to kill them. If she didn’t, she promised to kill their loved ones and then kill them. Took six artists in total. Inspired.”
“If you don’t make me want to kill you, I’m gonna kill you. And your little dog too.”
Well, I suppose she decided to make it hard on her vanity.
Cherish looked over one tattooed shoulder to fix Jack with a stare. It was then that I noticed two things. The first became clear as her skin stretched. There was depth to the tattoos that you didn’t get with a two-dimensional image.
Ooh.
Her skin had been scarred and flensed to raise edges and give the images and words a permanence that simple ink wouldn’t have.
…oh. They actually have been carved into her.
The second thing I noticed was her eyes. It was like a light had gone out inside her, just standing there with that tattoo exposed.
Aw. Cheer up, buddy…
“That was the hard one for you, wasn’t it?” Jack smiled. “Even as tired, scared, hurt and desperate as you were after the other five tests, it was when you willingly defaced that young, unblemished body of yours that a little something inside of you broke, and you began thinking of yourself as one of us. Liminality.”
Fitting that it should happen with the most permanent physical mark of the tests.
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