I have no choice. Whatever power this thing holds, I must try to unleash it! I wrap myself in the Shroud.
I begin to vomit! A little at first, but then it flows red as I violently expel my insides. Too much! A thousand voices shouting at once! My head cannot take any more!
My body folds upon itself! My muscles pull tighter than should be possible and I feel my bones snap!
I feel the Shroud's power! It is tearing me apart! I cannot control it!
I am no longer in control of my own body! It reconfigures as the voices demand!
I have stopped breathing. One of my eyes has gone blind, the other is slowly losing focus. I see the Assassin approach. "Disgusting," he says, as he pulls the Shroud from my dying grip. How? How did he know?
(Well. That was disgusting. I want to see it happen to someone else. Any volunteers? -A. Gramática)