New Meat Suit

"Is this it? I don't want to die, I can't die now definitely not here". Struggling to the bitter end Little Soul squirmed all over in pain letting out shrieks that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Swaying from side to side up and down until he bumped into a soul fragment from the old man.

As the soul fragment entered his body it fused with him alleviating some of the pain and making him feel hungry. The feeling of hunger as a soul is completely different from physical hunger. His soul body was squirming in joy as he began to feast on all the fragments around him.

"What is this feeling, this taste, this energy surging through me? It's like the first drop of water when traversing the desert alone, its the feeling of your first real meal I don't even think a mother's cooking could compare to the assortment of flavors that this soul contains".

As Little Soul feasted on the Old Man's shattered soul his own soul grew bigger, he was no longer dying. His soul finally grew to the size of a regular one once he was done consuming the old man's.

Little Soul had never felt like that before he wondered if this was how every one of those other souls felt, he pondered over how that gigantic soul must feel and how he would feel if he was as strong as that.

Little Soul wished to engross himself at this moment for as long as he could, that is when his soul body started pulsating with the rhythm of a beating heart. It was synchronized with the heart in the body he was inside.

This body was now his he could sense it, the blood pumping in his veins, the twitching of his fingers. All five of his senses were off because he just got control of the body, his hearing was the first thing to come back he listened to the swaying of branches in the trees along with squawking of birds. He could hear and see perfectly fine as a soul somehow, he didn't know how though, but this time was different because he had a new body it even had that new body smell iron and wet dog.

"What? Must be the blood and smell left by that wolf". But, Little Soul didn't care he had tasted victory, it left him with the flavor of blood in his mouth as he was gaining more control yet, it was a small price to pay. Relishing in his achievement Little Soul saw the light through his new eyes. As the blurry image became clear he just realized how much trouble he was in.

When he decided to take over this body it was out of desperation he never thought about what that actually meant if he took it over. Little Soul could see his heart beating in his chest, his torn open chest. His heart was exposed to the world along with the rest of his vital organs as they lay spread on the ground as his blood flooded out of him.

It was horrifying for him not because of the horrendous sight, but for the pain he knew that was soon to come, and it did. It was hard to describe feeling painful of course, a trauma that will scar him for the rest of his life most definitely. To understand the agony he is going through imagine a man and you holding a hammer, now imagine taking that hammer and smashing that mans balls with it repeatedly, don't forget to keep eye contact the entire time while you do it. Now you can somewhat feel what Little Soul is going through as he realized that even his balls have been ripped off by that wolf and is currently a foot from his body.

Snot was dripping from the nose of the old figure that Little Soul now inhabits. Tears fall as he constantly gasped for air, trying as hard as he could with a lung that had claw marks on it as blood filled his throat and his eyes turned bloodshot. Little Soul tried to leave the mangled corps, but he couldn't he was bound to the body. "Why am I always on the verge of dying can't I get a break".

The pain was excruciating Little Soul wanted it to stop he wanted the wounds to heal for his body to become a hole. In response to this desire, he felt a faint connection all around him. It was the bits and pieces of his body still left they wiggled a bit, but they didn't move. Seeing this Little Soul enveloped in pain felt a bit of hope, he used his only still hole left arm and slowly flicked up a piece of himself.

Every movement was excruciating, but he had to do it the pain wouldn't end otherwise. Tossing a piece of himself on his stomach Little Soul saw it do absolutely nothing. "No please work I beg of you" still nothing happened.

Not wanting to give up Little Soul decided to take a different approach he tried reaching out with his soul body it was difficult this new body of his was more like a prison than a new home.

It was constantly pulling him back in, after all his effort he could only force his soul out 3 inches from the tip of any point of his body it wasn't much, but it was enough. He grabbed the meaty chunks with his spirit found the spot it was going to go and moved it over there. Then nervously attempting what he thought about. Little Soul used his spirit to try and attach that part of his body. He had no other options so, he formed his spirit into as thin a thread as he could muster attempting to attach it to the rest of him.

Little Soul took his time, after about 20 minutes Little Soul could feel a strong connection with that piece of him. He was happy he found a way to make the pain stop now all he had to do was endure this torture and reattach the rest of him. Crawling over to each piece of himself, flinging it on to his belly and attaching it with the soul threads he made. This went on for hours by the time he was done with the last piece of himself the sun was setting.

Little Soul didn't have any energy to move how could he, he used his own spirit to reattach himself making his soul shrink to less than half his previous size. It was all made into the spirit threads covering all over his body. Half of the Little Soul's body was eaten which sucked, but was still workable for him. He looked like a half-eaten corps that had its extra skin pulled to the side to cover his missing bits.

You could tell there were air pockets under his skin were flesh was missing but, at least Little Soul wasn't in as much pain anymore, it was more like an irritating itch. He had gray disheveled hair, wrinkly skin, and no teeth in his mouth just his gums. The original owner of the body lost his teeth years ago. Now Little Soul could not chew only drink and eat soft food. His body was kind of toned, but its more because he is old and skinny instead or ripped from working out.

The missing pieces of his guts were luckily not critical to him functioning. It was a weird balance his body had to maintain. He could take a lot of damage enough to kill a person, ripped in half, torn to pieces and still live but, in that state, the question remains would he even want to? Would he always be able to pull myself back together? What if he was burnt to ash by that swarm of flaming bees could he still reconstruct after that? Will he die forever or remain a pile of ash blowing in the wind?.

How much could the benefits of being a walking corpse bring? I still feel pain, cold the heat of the sun so, besides not dying from critical hits the benefits aren't much. I wonder if its the same for all those other souls that came here with me. "I guess I should get moving I've been here for so long, but to were? Hmm ... O that's right "

Thinking for a bit Little Soul remembered his body belonged to a human meaning there must be others. Having a destination Little Soul got up as he released a ghastly grown then set off in search of humans. He wanted to rest he was super tired, but any fool would know his body would attract the hungry looks of other animals it was only through luck none came for a bite of him.