The pills that work outside the body.

The colorless lights danced around in horrid shapes, the detritus surprisingly rejoining to form myriad images once again. Before one could establish their color, they would disfigure. A curiosity, the one that usually is mentioned to have killed the unfortunate feline, does take time to arise in the mind - about the colors. It's a relaxed curiosity that wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone commit a gruesome murder.
But when the entire image turned red in an instant, the mind screamed of horrors.
"Blood!!" it cried instantly. The meow's turned into shrieks.
The vexation could bear no more and burst out. This was when Sibylle slowly opened her eyes.
The brilliant white was piercing. The fair complexion of her fingers bore the looks of a pitch black silhouette, trying unsuccessfully to block the relentless source.
The blankets were far but a final attempt to grab them left her with displeasing memories of chafe in her arms.
Very true to science, the sounds were heard only now. Initially - subdued, mild and humming.
A little while later - hardly enjoyable, irritating and loud.
The eyes, now adjusted to the brightness around, could see the outline of an adult, female mostly, vascillating the lips uncontrollably. The sounds, delayed, were starting to annoy Sibylle.
"It's 9", "responsibility", "about schedule", "the hell", "aaargh!".
Sibylee had enough. She was already getting signs of headache.
She slapped around the desk looking frantically for something. She very soon did find something but it was her watch. Not exactly matching her search criteria.
The blabbering one seemed to continue although she did take notice of the search. But things changed once she realised the motives of Sibylle. A body that looked haggared and tired, flexed it's muscles, quickly preparing for a jump across the bed. There was not a moment to think. She lurched forward kicking herself quite up in the air, but calculating the trajectory to land on the bed with the outstreached arms long enough to catch hold of the shining piece in Sibylle hand.
It wasn't until she was in mid air that she realised that there was a mistake in the calculation.
She had not anticipated solids in the vial.
Sibylle had finally found what she was frantically hunting for. It was a small glass vial under the severely damaged library book that was long overdue. She popped the lid and threw the contents inside in a single ungraceful motion into her mouth.
If time were to slow down marginally, the ornate scene would be of the pills travelling slowly towards Sibylle's lips - slowly opening, while from another angle, the lady quite high up in air, with hands streaching steadily, reaching out for the vial.
The pills burnt Sibylle's lips with an acrid taste surging through her body.
The female, in mid air till now, landed with a thump on the bed, dislocating Sibylle spatially. But she did manage to hit the glass vial before she began raining abuses.
The pills began to take effect. The lady gradually vanished into thin air. Her weight vanished from the bed slowly, being felt by Sibylle. The legs began to fade. The lady could not believe this was happening. But there was no resisting. The torso vanished and then it was the long neckline. The final image that remained was of her open lips, which once was screaming.
Sibylle was exhausted. With a sigh of relief, she pulled her blanket on herself, and went back to the dancing lights.
The glass vial lay below the bed, engaging in optical gameplay, rolling around horizontally, seemingly morping Sibylle's outline through the blanket as it rolled.
The thin piece of tarnished paper on it read "Anti-Irritant Stuff"
Aside it, in bright red letters set in an elaborate typography and within a bubble box with spikes all around it, it claimed "For the first time as pills. Makes the very reason of your irritation to vanish!!"
-FIN-