War of Djinn and Men Part 1.

“Hold on, what is that? Pin pricks? Are there fishing hooks on his hands? I feel thousands of tiny stabs throughout my hands and fingers. Looking down at my hands interlocked with the Djinns, I feel like there are threads pressing against my skin. They feel like they are forcing their way through the skin and meat of my hands. Maybe a dozen per hand. It's an odd feeling, not pain. But startling, easily giving me a bit of anxiety. The threads go deeper and deeper. Now I'm getting worried, I'm at the point where I just want to let go. I give it a quick try. Whatever I am feeling is really in my hands! I try to move my fingers and I feel the resistance of the threads. This startling twist makes me start to panic a bit more. And I try harder. This time, the resistance is matched with a dose of pain which is much greater. I let out an audible " Ah damn!" Timous looks at me confused.

Now, I'm getting concerned. I feel these threads to the point they are pushing into my bones in my fingers and palms. I turn to Timous. "What is this?" He backs up slowly. Tears still in his eyes falling right out without blinking. " I don't know boy... This is beyond what I know" Still backing off. "I will stay, I will try to guard you." Pop. pop. pop. POP. The threads just penetrate the bones in my fingers, and feel like they are continuing down my hand. Instinctually I gasped and winced. I'm trying harder to let go. No chance. My hands are locked in. I can't even pull my fingers off.

The threads are pushing through the meta carpels and continuing towards my forearms. The pain triples, bones continue to be penetrated in my wrists. All I can do is yell. I fidget and wince in pain. " Hey! This is really starting to hurt here!" I yell right at Timous... He just looks back, hands now covering his mouth. Now these damn things feel faster and faster! My radius and ulna in my arms are getting punctured from the bottom to top. Then top to bottom. Multiple punctures to these larger bones. Now I'm on my feet. Trying to pry myself from the Dinn. Who now is not glowing. His hands still give a dull shimmer now right at the palm. Between his hands and mine.

I'm still trying to pull away, more frantically. The sensations of the threads growing in length alone is too much already too much. From fingers to humerus I can feel the threads lengthen and slightly pull my parts with them. The feeling of the friction makes me sick. But I have no control, this hurts too much now! The threads are moving to my shoulders at a faster pace. And I'm getting to my breaking point. I'm struggling to hold my bowels from fear, panic and pain, over this new moment of insanity. I know I'm fighting to not faint. But, I noticed another feeling. More threads in my skin running through my dermis starting at the hands. Trying to keep my cool I try and count, maybe 8 per hand in the skin? Uncountable numbers deeper in my bones.

The first threads hit my shoulder that I injured in the Army back home. I'm trying to think about anything but this pain, these sensations. The clear noon day sky here... The Physical Fitness test where I injured the shoulder. Doing the pushup portion, I feel a pop. My arm goes limp. That was it. I had constant, chronic pain like 2 fingers pushing into the inside of my right shoulder blade. No answers or solutions to help that. Never got much help from the VA with it at all... Then, "POP, Chrrrnk" My shoulder pops. I start pissing myself, already sweating. I'm struggling to keep myself upright.I start to tip myself right, then I passed out.

I come to, lying face down on the Djinns gut, my hands feel like they are being crushed. Yet I can see and feel they are still intertwined with his hands. It's now cooler out, a little darker. Maybe dusk? Then I realized the first threads going throughout my bones are in my torso past my ribs. And the second set is just passing my elbows. The threads begin puncturing and running through my guts with ease, I'm struggling to breathe. I can't control my heart rate; this feeling of things infiltrating my guts simultaneously is more sickening than painful. I puke on the Djinns chest. I know I'm hyperventilating. Now I can feel these things wiggling through my heart. My lungs. My stomach, and intestines. My liver and spleen. I can't even scream, think or react. I'm simply frozen with fear, and sickening feelings, like violent detoxing leads to new pains.

Quickly my head starts spinning, I know I'm crying. It's been a while since I have, but fear finally overtakes me. I never imagined anything like this could happen. I can't stay conscious... I slump forward against the Djinn, vision going fully black.

I startle awake,face down on the Djinn. I know he's dead, he's ice cold and seems thinner. No Timous means no help in site. The threads inside my body are running through my pelvis, testicles, and both femurs' simultaneously... My body is still violently trembling, sweating and sick with the sensations. I'm still hyperventilating, I have no control. There is no fight or flight in me, just paralyzing pain and terror. I can tell it's a beautiful crisp night... not that I am able to enjoy it. I just can't take my mind from this hell.

The second set, still in the skin, is at my chest and back. Moving towards my stomach. But I feel all the threads, all of them stretching through me. Growing longer and longer. Pushing, stretching through all my bones and organs, in one side and out the other.The pulling and tugging, burrowing through skin, heading towards my knees. I'm still unable to control myself or anything. Unspeakable pain. Unspeakable sensations.My thoughts echo in my head, "Is this hell? You help a couple strangers then sit through tortures you've never known? Never imagined? Am I finally dead? Dying? Its fucking taking long enough!" My knees violently popped consecutively from the threads penetrating between my patella and femur, right into the space between tibia and femur. Lights out...again, but not fast enough to end the pain.

Slowly coming awake again, I feel the sun beating down on my back, it feels like noon. how many hours have passed while I lie here in pain?". I feel like I'm sunburnt, but still can't fight how tired I feel. I'm face down in the grass. The Djinn isn't under me, there is something in each hand I can feel but I just don't care. I'm defeatedly tired, and too terrified to move or look. The threads in my skin are almost in my feet. I can't tell where the other threads in my body are anymore. I just know they are still in me, and through me. I feel totally wrecked. Like hammered assholes. Hit by a train and left for dead. My skin is burning, and I'm just too tired to care. I honestly feel like shit, and am hoping to die. But I can breathe normally again at least. Except I'm so sore, even the full breaths kill, like my ribs are all broken. I refuse to move my muscles. I won't even open my eyes. Until I hear motion. Timous walks into my eyesight. Mouth wide open. He looks more than scared. more than shocked. Again, I absolutely couldn't care.

Then, my head and chest flex right up,and slam down hard on the grass. "What now?" That is all I can think of, then I feel pressure in my spine. The Threads are there! They never stopped; they worked through to my tailbone. They are in my spine! Pushing their way through and what I think is around the cords, the pain they cause, is absolutely numbing. It stupefies me to paralysis. Not just in my spine, but the rest of my body.

From the lower spine towards my head, I feel the threads push. Every push force’s movement and sensations in my wrecked aching body. Or corpse, whatever I am now. An all-new torture is here. An all-new fear! " What happens when it runs through all of my spine? Will I be a vegetable? Stuck here in a shit world unable to move? To lay here and die?” Now pushing into my neck, I feel like my eyes are about to burst from my head due to the intense pressure. I still can't scream; I still can't move on my own.My thoughts bounce around in my head like a hyper child in a padded room, “Am I actually paralyzed? Is it just Fear? Just Pain?.” They are at the base of my skull. I feel my eyes pouring tears.

A simple "pop". The threads burst through the barrier into my skull. I feel them in my brain. In my skull. Still moving. Pushing through my brain slowly. Now into my eyes, the threads get smaller in my eyes. But I still feel them grow in my eyes. I feel myself laying there. Mouth open, unable to scream. Eyes pouring more tears. Now there is more pressure in my head. More and more. My vision blurs and once more, I'm out cold.

I wake up. And it's starting to rain... Maybe it's ending? It's a cool night and I welcome it fully. It's soothing to the sunburn. Breathing deep, still in so much pain. I ache like I've never never done a hard day's work before. Now I have such a headache I want my eyes closed forever. I flex my hands. I can move! There is nothing in my hands now. I'm wiggling my fingers freely. I start to roll myself over. It feels impossible. I pause, controlling my breathing, and then I give it my all. A push up on my knees is all I got. I tip myself to the right and rolloff mu gut. The grass on my back feels like razor blades! I scream and start to breathe painfully face up at a stormy sky.

I am still trembling. Something else is wrong. I feel my Skin stretching, bulging outward. I start panicking again knowing full well what hells I've already had. "Is it over? Is there more?" I sit waiting for what feels like years in fear of what might come. All I can do is stare at the sky and storm, "No! No more! Please!" My new life's mantra. I hear shuffling on the grass. "Boy! Boy are you well?" Timous sounds all too worried. "Help me!" is all I get out of my mouth. The skin bulges are now splitting my flesh open. Feeling like what was inside me is stretching the wound at a point.

I feel them adding pressure to other points all over my body, still tearing through my skin. Feet, arms, back and chest. All getting worse and worse. The rain picks up, harder, heavier. Barraging me like salvo fire from the sky. The pain intensifies when I think whatever is in my skin, is connected to my bones.I can feel the pressure transfer to the bones bit by bit. New bulges on the back of my head and on the top left and right sides. A warmth starts from inside me like radiation. An electric feeling follows...They continue splitting open one by one as I gasp for air. Wincing with each other ripping the flesh. I feel the sharp grass disappear from my back slowly. I know the bumps are lifting me off the cool ground. I look at the back of my hand as I feel the one on the right will split. It does as I see it. It's a small spike, and it grows to 3 or 4 inches long. It looks almost gold. But it's duller maybe... Then I watch the spike on my right hand violently split open, slapping down on the skin it didn't come out of. It covers more than the back of my hand.

My Insides are hotter. hotter. Much hotter! The electric feeling is still right alongside with the heat. Alos intensifying. Randomly the spikes bloom like little flowers of hate. Covering more and more skin. Small slapping sounds from each. Then I feel the heat and electric sensation on my skin? Or new skin? Both skins? Insides and outsides. I then realize my spine is doing the same. And now, my brain is on fire. My eyes feel like they are getting electrocuted from the back with fire ants dancing on the back of these gelatinous orbs. The Sensation continues, the "Threads" inside me start vibrating. Causing the same pain as before, but all over again. Growing far too intense... This time I rolled on all fours, slipping into a larger crater made but the Conjured. The grass that had stabbed my flesh, it feels fine. The vibrating pain inside, heat and electricity keeps increasing. The rain aids the torment because it's so cool.

I instinctually bounce back to all fours, I start beating my forehead down to the earth. The pain is driving me absolutely insane. I hear the hard impacts.1,2,3,4,5,6,7 head strikes to the earth. The ground gets softer and further away from my skull. I spread my arms wider to go deeper. Bam, baM, another6, I stand. I scream. I scream the deepest, loudest guttural scream I've ever let out. It's Deep from my chest and abdomen. It feels more powerful than a concert speaker only rows away from me...

I wake up again. Sore like I never knew I could be. Bones hurt, muscles burn and ache. I've got a headache from hell. My teeth hurt, even my damn fingernails hurt. Staring at a clear blue sky, birds cawing and chirping. It's sunny but not shining in my eyes yet. The grass feels like grass again. Not sharp or stabbing me, just grass. "The Agony is over, I think." "What the fuck was that?" I think to myself. My head is pounding to the point where I didn't notice someone walking. Timous enters my view, but I'm scared to talk or move. He holds wet moss above my mouth. And with his fat fingers and small palms, he squeezes it. Dripping fresh cool water into my mouth. How long has he been doing that? If he's here, then I'm still not home… It's no night terror again He sets the moss down, picks up a small wood bowl and pours a new liquid into my mouth. It's thicker, bitter. I'm almost hoppy with some kind of blueberry after funk, slightly skunky. I turn my head and start moving due to that taste. As I cough a bit, I hear Timous exclaim " Boy!"

I swallowed the rest of the water and whatever that shit was with my spit. I grunt, and ask "What was that? What happened?”

Timous smiles. Looks relieved, " You had me scared shitless for a week boy! The Djinn slowly disappeared; you were shaking like you'd been poisoned. You made one hell of a ruckus and made me think I'd be burying another body or getting killed quick, you shit!". "Whoa what?" He slows down and recaps step by step for me.

For 6 days, and 5 agonizing nights I barely remembered. He recapped and added details like eyes rolling back into my head. Shimmering like the Djinn at times so bright at night, it looked like a star had fallen. Warm and cold air flowing from my body out. Almost 6 feet. Scaring Timous into backing away from me and keeping his distance. Rolling deep guttural groins spanning minutes like I was possessed. And "Then ya just started changing..." He adds like he was defeated. I can tell he was powerless to help. The other me died day 2, Timous buried him in that shallow hole I left him in. I couldn't care less about him still. He is sensing my disgust for him and adds “Had I not buried him we might be surrounded by Vampires or Ghouls.” Still sore and dumbfounded with new information. Still with a bit of a headache I look at my hands. Dull gold. Short points on my fingertips. I Look down. No more whiskey gut. All dull gold... skin? A few black stripes on my torso moving to my arms and legs. I stand to look all over at what I can see of myself; I pat myself down. I feel every touch of the new flesh I have. It's tight, But I feel like it's my skin. I'm now kind of ripped and impressed. Not skinny, but I can see my muscles. And I think I'm taller but I'm a bit baffled...

I realize I'm not in my shoes or pants anymore. Just me and this flesh. There are 3 black stripes on my pelvis, they go up and split into 2 sets of 3 stripes moving up to my shoulders.and 2 stripes down each leg... But where's my junk? I got to piss! " Oh shit!" I exclaim. I start touching my crotch, I feel a bulge where my dick should be.. but I can feel my penis still... I'm getting confused and worried but first I think I need to peeI need to pee. What should I do? Where is the thing? Getting a little frantic, suddenly my junk starts dropping out of this fleshy bulge. I grab it and pee a heavenly stream of relief.

Inspecting for good measure and reassurance, it's still me. It is certainly my flesh under this new skin. There's no difference other than a lack of hair... This is definitely my cock, and I stand relieved. In 2 ways. As I let it go. It simply gets closed over by this new skin. And when it's done it's just a bulge. Almost like wearing a banana hammock or tighty whities. I look back at Timous. Shocked. Speechless. He looks at me wide eyed, possibly shocked. He didn't expect me to pee. He shakes his head and smirks.

" Come on son. My wife will be worried sick. Let's get out of here."