(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Mortals die so easily... and I suspect part of it is because they expect to. The
moment you receive a fatal injury you're possessed by the expectation of
death, and it gnaws at you as surely as the wound. It's all downhill from
there, quickening and hastening your way to the darkness. Me, I knew I was
going to get up in a few minutes, so I wasn't eager to resign myself to death
again that quickly.
The crowd's shrieking reached a crescendo as, with my last ounce of
strength, I pressed my hands to the sides of my head and twisted, snapping
my own neck.
Morte would tell me later that my head had dangled by the loose flap of skin
at the back of my neck. It had swung back and forth, mouth agape, eyes
open and staring blankly into nothingness before I slid from the podium. It
was horrifying.
He sounded so damn proud.
The initial shock was over by the time I awoke in a pool of my own blood,
and the cries had been replaced by terrified murmurs. A turned my head this
way and that, popping the joints back into place as muscle fibers curled into
one another like vines, knitting lacerated tissue back together.
A low, wet groan made its way through my throat, and I coughed up another
dollop of blood. The woman with the fan was being supported by her
companions, and vomit stained the front of her dress. Another gentleman
had clapped a hand over his mouth and his cheeks heaved as he himself
retched. Most of the crowd had gone pale as bone, but the Sensates who
bore the sign of the Faction stood wide-eyed and impressed. A light chorus
of applause rose among the bitter sobs and nauseated gagging sounds, like
flowers blooming among the midden heaps.
Death's Advocate had turned white as a sheet, and it took him a moment to
compose himself. "By the Powers...!"
"I think it's only fair that you prove your point, now..."
"Eh..." The audience watched in morbid fascination as he stammered.
"W-W-Well now..."
"Go on, die." I approached him menacingly, still turning my head this way
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