Tetsuo: The Iron Man -

By midnight, the apartment felt too small, too organic. The drywall seemed to breathe with a moist, suffocating heat. Elias collapsed against his workbench, his breath coming in ragged, metallic rasps. Every time his heart beat, it sounded like a hammer striking an anvil. Clang. Clang. Clang.

He stumbled toward the window. Outside, the world was soft, fleshy, and weak. It needed to be reinforced. It needed to be hard. Tetsuo: The Iron Man

He tried to peel it away, expecting a scab. Instead, he felt the sickening, grinding slide of a piston under his ribs. By midnight, the apartment felt too small, too organic