Excerpt: Skylines

That smooth, hard, not-quite-plastic changes. Deforms and warps, reacts to the insult it has suffered. The thin wire that held it spinning in the branches of the tree burns white hot and lashes. My own, intuitive sight, what some people claim is some kind of precognitive ability, tends to eaggerate the details, so it's blood everywhere. Lukaz's hand explodes in a flurry of blood and lacerated skin and severed tendons and, as the tension increases, splintered and twig-snapped bones. I need my force my eyes open again, if only to see, to try and reassure myself that it's not that bad. God, please let it not be that bad.

I can see his hand bleeding, but it's only a fine trickle, a little spinning drop slides down the side of his thumb where the wire has dug in. But that doesn't seem to be his only concern, or at least, it wont be in the moment. From the shiney red surface grows protrusions, small at first, elongating out in irregular triangle shapes. Teeth. It's growing teeth. Many mouths start to coelace on the bubbling and rapidly expanding red sphere, making high pitched hissing and screetching noises that, if Lukaz's yelling before hadn't already done so, now made the others realise just what kind of horror was trying to grow, sitting in the palm of his hand. It sounds like cats, or a wailing, half dead fetus. Ragged teeth continue to spawn, and the largest mouth, sitting at it's centre and sporting long lines of serrated teeth, opens fully like some kind of vile, visceral flower, and lets out a hair raising, blood curdling scream.