[Intervivium] [CW for gore, sort of?]

[People visiting the chapel regularly - if they haven't made it a point to avoid the scorched stain commemorating the spot where Jean atomized Dillon Cole - may have noticed that mark doing some strange things. For a few days, instead of an amorphous dark blot, the mark in the wood has become a perfect crisp silhouette against the floor, with the profile of Dillon's face and the articulation of his hands and the crisp line of his jeans and the worn toe of his sneakers all distinct and visible, like the blast stain in an old Chuck Berry cartoon.

Today, the smell is different - not ash or old blood, but fresh. The floor and the back of the pew are faintly wet to the touch.

In the next few days, the pale grey shapes of a skeleton will be visible, like an anatomy lesson sketched in grey chalk, and then like a scatter of stubby broken-toothed limestone stalagmites, coagulating glacially, drop by drop.]