Blue Ooze: Fantasy

The fine blue haze misted her skin lightly. She hardly had time to notice it before it was gone. If she hadn't been watching for something like that, she would have shrugged it off--at least until the pain started. Every muscle in her body ached. She felt as if her strength was converting itself directly to pain. She tried to raise her hand, but felt that she had been turned to goo, as strengthless as a feather, as useful as a dust mote. She collapsed to the floor, letting herself fall backwards so that her hand would fall across her neck. Only the tip of her pinkie finger brushed her necklace, but it was enough. The pain fled from her body. She raised her head and looked down--


Inspiration: Oh, that's about how I feel right about now.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Not a story idea, not even a full character sketch. Blue ooze is kinda neat, though.