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Stream Nothing After 72 hours on her feet, rest was coming to greet her. The blankets embraced her like a warm mother, diluting her aches and her anxieties. She had made it, and now she was allowed to sleep. The smell of tuna never left her fingers, but she didn't care, at that point. Survival had become a full time job, and she was becoming extremely good at it. Just when she was slipping into a placid state of blissful relaxation, the noise began. The depository of all her love was also the source of all her stress, and the affection given was returned in the form of screams and fetid refuse. She pushed a pillow over her own head, hoping she would quiet the screams, but it was not working. The high pitched wailing struck her body like a lightning, leaving that acrid taste in the roof of her mouth. She was, again, wide awake, trembling, and feeling her life was being drained through her eardrums. She stood up, and walked towards the little angel. It had been born with teeth and hair; huge, grotesque, misshaped. It had broken her on arrival, and destroyed her life afterwards. And she was supposed to love the screaming beast. She pressed a pillow against the gaping hole of its mouth, and didn't move until the noise was long gone. She felt a cold finger tracing her spine, but the noise was gone. She went back to sleep, to relax, to forget. Silence hugged her tighter than any blanket, with its cold breath whispering "Murderer" in her ears. She was surprised to discover that a whisper inside her head was so much powerful than a scream from a cot. |
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| Topic Started: May 20 2016, 12:48 PM (58 Views) | |
| NPC: All | May 20 2016, 12:48 PM Post #1 |
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cont. from Tape side A She woke up feeling groggy and sluggish. Her body wrapped in satin, laying next to him. Her nose picked up something suspicious, something nasty, but she didn't want to open her eyes just yet. Her body wrapped around his, face pressed against his back. He had to be in deep slumber, generating almost no warmth and breathing so lightly he almost seemed dead. Something was not quite right. She crawled higher up, to look in his face, but this rancid odor made her stop. She opened her eyes to see the unspeakable. His neck and parts of his head were...rotting. The skin ridden with bruises and needle punctures. His once gorgeous hair falling out, sometimes along with fragments of dead skin, exposing naked skull. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she dropped off the bed. Her nude body curled up on the hard, cold floor, she was shivering and groaning in terror. Eventually she would come to her senses. And these senses were hurting. Turns out she fell on a pile of used syringes and needles that spilled from underneath the bed. Howling in pain, she managed to remove them, one by one. Knowing that they were used to administer drugs and that they could infected her with lethal diseases, she began spiraling into another breakdown. Then even more horrifying realization came - she was drugged up, and nobody knows for how long. She glanced over her body. There were many punctures and bruises all over her arms and legs, most of them were not so fresh at all... She lost it. Again. The tape's side B skips unknown amount of time. Now she collects herself and notices that this floor and the walls and the ceiling are made of raw concrete. There are no doors, only two windows in a corner, letting cold, white light into this industrial cage. She stood up and moved over there - the windows were not openable. At first she cried with fat tears as she punched the panes, but they would not give in. Then the sights have caught her attention. The view from here was simply not normal. From about 15th to 18th floor, she could now watch a completely alien kind of city. Grey sky with no sun; the light seemed to illuminate entire sky evenly, like through heavy fog. Desolate concrete skyscrapers everywhere, endless rows of them. What was even more distressing - they seemed to tower over several locations she knew from Philadelphia, including that cursed airport. Except...there seemed to be no traffic. No life in the streets surrounding what she used to know as hubs of human activity. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" She leapt towards the bed and torn the satins covering his body. Her murderous intent was extinguished the moment she noticed the full scale of sheer abnormality that he was. Head and neck aside, his body was...still perfect, doll-like even. This was supposed to be just a saying, that corruption starts at the top, this couldn't be happening, he should be dead and bloated head to toe... This had to be a nightmare, there had to be a way out, a way to wake up... In desperate last resort, she run into the large window, head-on, hoping to shatter the glass and end it all. But there was no glass anymore, she found herself falling freely before the blackout. She woke up, again. Scared to open her eyes. Familiar voices sounded all around. She took the risk. These were familiar faces. Mother, sister, one of her least favorite aunties who now seemed more like an angel of providence. Someone else. A nurse. She wanted to believe that she's back in reality, but after what she had seen... Her eyes blankly wandered around. It looked like a hospital room. Then she noticed the windows. Golden rays of sun poked inside through the aluminum blinds - she was back home. Now she noticed that women gathered in this room were speaking, almost screaming, exploding with excitement and tears. It was hard to make something out of it... Apparently she had gone missing for over two months. She wasn't supposed to hear it just yet, but they slipped something about mysterious circumstances and no traces, no clues left behind. The look on her face must have been very telling, because the nurse forced her family out. She closed her eyes, pondering what did actually happen. Two months, and now she was being medicated for god-knows-what. She glanced over her arms. No more punctures and bruises. Some pills and coma that followed? What about that nightmare? Fall from this height, this could not have been for real. Though the corruption and rot... Was he even real? She had to know, if there is any answer to her disappearance, it ought to be him. But she didn't even know his name, let alone anything else. All this mess... It was beginning to give her a headache. Her eyelids dropped again. A sound of opening door interrupted this brief, shallow nap. She looked in direction of bathroom and froze in fright. He just walked out of there, wearing nothing but untied bathrobe. Majestic as she remembered, rendering her unable to speak or react in any way. Nonchalantly as if he were home, he walked over to her bed and glanced over her patient card. Then he took a seat right beside her, gently slipped a small flask in her hand and made sure she will not be able to call help. "It's jasmine, you could really use this. Deb. You know, I just wanted to know what it's like to lay with a woman. I mean, the real deal, real human. I even used your kind of drugs, but I had no idea that you are so fragile... I didn't take them too well either, you know?" "Real woman...drugs? So it was- But you were all- Your head, the decay..." "Oh, that... You know, you always seemed more fascinated by my body rather than the face, so I thought I would keep the body in good shape. For you." He stroked her hair with either genuine or really well pretended care. "It's alright, my doctor patched me up, yours is working on you. You seem to heal so much slower... That's okay, I've got the time." "What do you want?" she asked with faint, shaky voice. "You know that we never kissed? I've already done everything I wanted, except kissing you. You should relax, like when we first met, I liked you that way. How about a massage, this time with the oils you wanted?" Time froze in her mind. Images from the day of landing flashed before her eyes, everything seemed to clarify right now. This man...he was crazy, completely insane. He had to be stalking her from the moment she left the aircraft. He could have been on board with her, carefully planning it all. And how did he get in her room, how did he go unnoticed by her family, by the staff... "Wh-How- You sick monster-" she snarled through her teeth. In a blink of eye his face shifted from oasis of calmness and peace, wincing in anger and getting dangerously close to hers. "Can't you do one simple thing that I'm asking of you? Don't you love me anymore?" He let a heavy breath out. "You're bleeding useless, you know that? There isn't a single reason for you to keep on existing. And you know what?" He furiously rummaged through medical cabinets. A large syringe and needle, that's what he came back with. She knew that no good will come of it, but felt too intimidated and paralyzed to make a move, and the patient alarm did not work. He drawn all contents from some vial and injected it straight into IV line, which seemed to have a rapid calming effect on him. Even his voice became smooth and comforting again. "Morphine. We haven't tried this one yet, and honestly I don't feel like doing it myself. Let's see how long it takes before it ends." Tape's side B comes to an end. Last thing she remembers is how nauseous and drowsy she felt, how she couldn't catch her breath, all while he sat right beside, with his stoic facade, watching tears trickle down her cheeks. |
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