the world is more interesting with you in it

She stumbled through her world, only half comprehending what was happening around her. None could have predicted the sudden acceleration of her affliction. One day, she had been coherent, and the next, her mind had been taken. She thought, in those brief moments where she was lucid, that perhaps Sos had come to claim her soul and that was why she couldn't remember large chunks of days that passed.

She could scarcely remember her name, yet when a familiar voice called it out into the night, she paused in her weaving trail. There was a glimmer of recognition in her eyes as she swung herself around like a bull pulled by its nose, but that quickly winked out. Nevertheless, the sound of a voice summoned the rabid animal, whose desire to sink her teeth into another's flesh was becoming greater by the day.

Lecter stood by his lonesome on a path. Jinx would have wept to see him now, to see the slow pain and torture he brought on himself. But Jinx was no longer there. She had left behind a husk of a body that had taken no sustenance for three or four days, which surely would waste away if the rabies did not take it first. She staggered toward him, opening and closing her jaws and letting foamy saliva drop to the ground at her feet. The sound of static and lightning filled her ears, and she croaked pitifully.

She did not see Lecter, but rather, her hulking God. They were one and the same to her, after all. “S.... ooos,” she managed to whisper, her body swaying to the tempo of some unheard song. Her motions were twitchy and anxious but still she stood before Him.