"Hmm, This one's strange." A voice said in the darkness, it was familiar... The accent mostly - Australian.
"How so?" The other voice said. There were no red symbols this time, only darkness. The two sounded like they were a ways off in the distance or speaking in another room. They were muffled, but he could hear what they were saying. It had been a few quick 'Lives' since he had heard them... Was he still simply going crazy?
"This girl... Skylar. It's not quite time yet, but I think she's a good candidate." The Australian voice said, or at least that's what the accent sounded like.
"Good... We need another." The Japanese-accented girl spoke, her voice trailing after she finished. Who the hell were they?
Everything remained dark for a while, but he became aware of his surroundings. His own breath, the pleasureful sensation that still had yet to leave him from his lives before. Everything was dark though and smelled familiar. Not like the inside of a shoe or anything, it took a few minutes of taking the scent in to realize exactly what it was. Books... He didn't move for a little while because he wasn't aware that he could, his senses usually came back one by one. However, a small crack in the door he hadn't noticed told him everything he needed to know. He was alive, and it was time to explore whatever world he was in.
"Gonna' have to wash these... Someday soon." Skylar groaned as she walked into her small home. It wasn't anything spectacular but it was hers - something she didn't have to pay rent on. She was 18 years old and had a mortgage on a house already, the factory job she had acquired helped her to do that as well as a few cards that were opened in her name by her parents a long while ago to give her an outstanding credit rating. She panted the walls black herself and took the liberty to decorate on her own. The young woman made her way up a stairwell toward what she had turned into her bedroom, holding her work shirt over one arm that was covered in white grease and black oil from a long days work. "Oh well..."
She casually wandered over to her cupboard, leaning on it as she simply slipped her feet out of her shoes. Without a care she tossed the shirt into a corner and let out a light sigh. In the name of saving on her water bill and not giving a shit she skipped showers fairly often. It had a negative effect on her hygiene, but she never cared much about what others thought anyway. It was about time to relax for the night with a bottle of cheap whiskey and a book to read... The gal crouched, and the door creaked open.
Mat looked up from the top of a book like a child who had his hand caught in the cookie jar. His hands were in front of him, covering up his little [REDACTED] instinctively as Skylar's green eyes gazed down upon his naked form. She didn't look like the type of person to treat him gently - an assessment that was about to prove itself to be quite correct. She saw him in full, letting out a light sigh before she reacted to the tiny human.
"Fuck... I've seen this movie before." She groaned, reaching in to grab Mat from the cupboard. He squeaked a bit as the air was forced from his lungs. She was rough, her index finger and thumb covering up most of his little body. She could feel his [REDACTED], and that feeling had immediately lightened her mood. A tiny naked man [REDACTED] at the danger he was in? Time to see how much she could put him through. She dropped him, the little one landing on his back as she tugged her right sock off and tossed it behind him. The dirt-coated girl stood up with a rather sadistic smirk on her face as she looked down to the tiny man still horribly [REDACTED] at her presence. "This is how it should have ended."
Just as her voice silenced, she lifted her right foot over Mat. She let her first toe touch his legs, taking note of his reactions as the toe's tip slid up to [REDACTED] and slowly forced it back. He squirmed in pleasure, as to be expected when something like that happened. However, she just got off of work - she knew the smell had to be atrocious. A few more seconds and he was beneath the ball of her foot... Mat leaned forward, his little tongue licking at her skin as she felt [REDACTED] pressed against her skin. Her heel was still on the ground, and slowly she shifted her weight forward.
The space began to thin. Mat felt his little body begin to compress beneath her. First her skin pressed into his chest, forcing his head to the side slightly as sweat began to drain down into his eyes. Breathing slowed before drawing breath became an impossibility. He wheezed the last bit of air from his lungs, letting out a small crackling groan with his final breath. Then came the true pain... His bones creaked and began to splinter. It was like being shot by a firing squad while looking away - you never knew where you'd be hit, just that you were going to be. Each bone snapped in a different spot as his rib-cage began to buckle under her weight.
This was painfully slow, she was enjoying it. His vision began to fill with red as blood welled up in his eyes, which slowly bulged out of their sockets as his skull deformed. He could taste the sweat mixing with the metallic blood that bubbled up in the back of his throat from his organs collapsing. Pain... But it was strange. He was wired wrong, because the pain he felt with every crack of his body was something he had come to crave. It added to the 'stores' of pleasure he had been accumulating, it didn't take away from it.
*Crunch*
She pressed down sharply twisting him into the carpet with an evil cackle. When she was satisfied that Mat was flat against her sole, the girl happily pulled her left sock off of her foot and tossed it aside. She snagged up the book that he was on and made her way back to her bed, nearly jumping onto the unmade soft sheets with a happy smile. She just killed her first person and it felt wonderful... Not that she'd start going on a murdering spree or anything, but it felt good to take a life. She crossed her feet over themselves and gripped the neck of a bottle of whiskey with pride, taking a deep pull from the bottle before setting it down. She was tiny, but a professional drinker with a great tolerance for alcohol.
Skylar plucked up her cell phone and opened a remote control app, pointing it toward her stereo system to turn it on. She loved to listen to music while she read - First on the list tonight was Epica's "The Divine Conspiracy".
The trumpets began to play in their dark and epic tone as she opened her book to where she last was and began to read, bobbing her foot back and forth every so often to the symphonic tunes that played in the background. Mat's smashed corpse adorned the sole of her sweat-coated foot like a bit of jewelry on her skin. She never cleaned him off, walking on his body until it was spread evenly across the green floor of her house. A organ there, an arm there...
Nothing to be concerned about...