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Post by Cynder on Mar 7, 2011 21:27:10 GMT -5
//OOC: Rated mature for mature content. The first part is Alucard having a vision, represented by italized text. Feel free to skip to the other part if you don't want to read the first part.//
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
He was breaking through the surface, breeching the fog. As his eyes adjusted, he could just barely make out the shapes of people darting in and out of the cruel artificial light. They were talking, but he couldn't quite make out what they were saying. For some reason, he felt terribly groggy. It took him a moment to reevaluate his situation. They'd drugged him, so he couldn't fight or resist.
As his senses slowly returned, he could feel the unsympathetic sharpness of cold steel cuffs cutting into his wrists. How very tragic; he'd never woken up in chains before. Another thing he noticed was that he was completely naked. Treated like an animal; that was to be expected, he supposed. Bruises where they stuck needles in him painted his skin in ugly black and blue splotches, with splashes of scarlet where blood had dried. What had they done to him while he was knocked out?
Then they came, one by one, into the light once more. Each of them were faceless, and he could hear them talking. "He's awake, he's awake!" the first one crowed. "Prepare him for experiment 3," the second said. There was much shuffling around as the faceless men groped around for syringes and unusual surgical equipment. To their appeasement, he cried out in pain as they jabbed needles into his flesh, pumping stimulants into his system in order to wake him up quicker.
It wouldn't take long to figure out why. This was payback; they were taking their revenge for everything he'd done. This was no experiment, this was torture. Once he was fully awake, the faceless men appeared again. "Hand me that stake!" the third one shouted. "No, not that one! The one with the silver point!" Silver!? Even the word itself since a shiver up his bare back.
"Spread his legs! Spread his legs!" To him, it seemed like a sadistic chant. He could feel hands touching him, moving his legs until they were spread. Only when the first faceless man grabbed the stake did he know what was going to happen. During his time as king, this had been his favorite form of torture. He began to plead and pray. "Oh God! Please, don't; please don't..!" They were blissfully ignorant of his cries. Vampires were the scum of the Earth; why would being the king of them all make a difference to their intentions?
The faceless man lowered the silver-pointed stake onto the edge of the operating table. He began to struggle madly, shaking side to side in his cuffs, the clanging of the chains creating a deafening noise. But he couldn't free himself. He started to panic as the man slid the stake ever closer towards him, the shiny tip anticipating tearing through flesh and rupturing, puncturing, bursting, ripping vital organs, fracturing bones. The moment the stake made contact with skin, he screamed. It seared, it burned, and still the faceless men perservered. Upwards and upwards they pushed the stake, until it was forced through him...
The sound of his own screams woke Alucard up. He sat bolt upright, hand over his heart, hyperventilating. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. When he looked around, he found he had been laying on white marble steps to a building, which looked like a town hall. Only the parking lot several feet away was completely devoid of cars. Huh? Where am I?
It was dawn. The rising sun sent streaks of golden across the dark navy blue and purple sky, washing the outlines of clouds in sunkissed shades of yellow. "Hello!?" Alucard called, but his voice echoed. What the hell? Where is everyone? Am I dead?
//word count: 744
//muse: Twisted Transistor by Korn
//notes: First thread in Fathom! Hoot!
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Post by Mags on Mar 8, 2011 16:27:44 GMT -5
"Mhmmm." Emily grumbled in annoyance. as she squirmed. She was laying on Alucard, but had been jolted off in his night tantrum. She was curled up on one of the steps and curled up in a ball and began to suck her thumb.
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Post by Cynder on Mar 8, 2011 16:54:28 GMT -5
Finally, a noise other than his own! Alucard whipped his head side to side to pinpoint where it had come from, then looked down, instantly recognizing the mess of blonde hair and small body as Emily. Despite still being disturbed by the horror of his dream, he crawled down a few steps and sat down beside her. His first impulse had been to reach out and touch her shoulder, but Alucard retracted his hand.
What if she is just a hallucination? he thought. Emily certainly looked real enough to be alive. Maybe if he got a verbal response. "Emily," Alucard said softly. "Emily? Wake up." |
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Post by :}April{: on Mar 8, 2011 21:50:17 GMT -5
(This is after the Feeling Crappy thread, after April had gone into the coma. No one has realized she has yet. Like you, Cynder, I'm starting off with a nightmare, which is italicized and in first person. If you are confused by the dream, go to the Beach, the thread A Story To Tell, fifth post)
I was back. Back at the one place I never wished to be. Back at the spot of history, the place that held the moment I never wanted to remember, but re-lived night after night after night. It was that night.
The aching familiarity of the rocky outcrop, the waves, the sun...'Oh. No. Please no no no no! This dream is all to real! I can't watch this, relive this, not again, again, please God, no!' I thought, begged, inside my mind. That was all I could do. It seemed as though I was physically unable. To speak. To scream. So my words, my pleads, echoed in my mind, and I was unable to stop them.
Then I saw him. My first love. What should have been my last. Aiden Swarm. I saw him there, on the rocks, smiling, beckoning me forward, telling me to come, to sit next to me on the rocks, to watch the sun set. Then it disappeared, and I saw him again. Under all those rocks. Broken, lifeless, those once warm eyes, cold and dead, saying, "It's your fault, your fault I died." Blood covering his face. His body. I could hear my voice screaming for help, although I wasn't saying anything at the moment. I had then, I know.
Then, I was slitting my wrists, then attempting to hang myself, so many attempts to commit suicide, to end my life, all failed. I couldn't even kill myself. Others, yes, but not myself. In my room, sobbing hysterically. At the psychiatrist, them trying to help me. Me screaming at my parents, my friends, everyone. Everyone slowly avoiding me, the unstable freak who had killed her boyfriend, the one who tried to kill herself.
Then, I was back at the rocky outcrop where he had died. Where I went every year. The car drove up, silently, as I held my vigil for Aiden. He came out, Robert. Came at me, snuck up on me. I whipped around, but he had already grabbed me, one hand over my mouth, the other unbuttoning my jeans. I tried to scream, scream. The police coming, arresting him, deciding to send me, the weirdo, to the Havens.
My departure day, deciding I would stop being scared, become the friendly, the ever-so-happy one.
Then, I was in a room. Empty, white. Small. Just me. Then Aiden came in. My dead love. "Aiden!" I shouted, running over to him. Then he turned around, revealing his face. His eyes, oh, his eyes were gone, leaving empty sockets in their place. His nose was cracked, obviously broken. Mouth, horribly scarred and deformed. It shocked me when he spoke, enunciating perfectly, "You freak." his voice was sharp, cold, and sent shivers up my spine. This could not be him, but I knew it was. "You pathetic weirdo. Able to kill others, but not able to even take your own life. You deserve everything you've gone through, you know it. But you deserve more. You should have died, you have no right living. The world was not created with room for supernatural freaks like you. And when they kill another, one that is pure, one that belongs. They should be annihilated. Destroyed. You should be ripped, limb from limb. You shouldn't be alive, shouldn't be in my present. You should never have existed!" his voice rose to a shout as the room, and him, swan before me, faded, and suddenly
April blinked open her eyes and shot up with terror. Then, she looked around, to see that she was not in some version of hell, but in a town. Gloomy town, but a town. She looked around some more, and noticed Alucard and Emily.
"Alucard?" she asked thickly, trying not to break down in tears as the memory of her nightmare came flooding back to her.
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Post by Mags on Mar 9, 2011 16:39:39 GMT -5
Emily soon opened her eyes, blinking the sleep away from her eys, as her focua came back, shae mad eout a figure infront of her. "DADDY!" she squeled with delight, as she ran into his arms, and started givi ng him kisses al over.
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Post by Cynder on Mar 9, 2011 17:37:18 GMT -5
Alucard glanced up as someone said his name, and spotted April. He waved her over, wanting more people around him. Echoes of his nightmare were still afresh in his memory. Then Emily fully woke up, and jolted into his arms, shaking him from his stupor. "Alright, alright!" Alucard laughed as she started kissing him all over, "I missed you too." Though, he never really went anywhere..
Alucard hugged Emily tightly. Holly wasn't here, so she couldn't ruin this. |
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Post by Mags on Mar 9, 2011 17:42:02 GMT -5
Emily giggled, and hugged Alucard tighter, wanting nothing more to have him just hold her. She needed to catch up on the cuddels she normally got. After a few days of not sharing a bed with him, she'd been unabel to sleep, as Holly was a stiff sleeper, and once in position, she didn't move, so there was no room to cuddle up to her. Alucar don teh other hand, was a diffren story. "I missed you soo muchhh." she mused.
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Post by April not logged in on Mar 9, 2011 18:16:31 GMT -5
April crawled over, too weak to get up and walk over. "Where are we? She asked with a worried and upset expression on her face. "I've never been here before, have you?" Still remembering her dream, tears sprang up unwillingly in her eyes.
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Post by Cynder on Mar 9, 2011 19:58:09 GMT -5
"No," Alucard replied, draping an arm comfortingly around April's shoulders. "I have no clue where we are, and I don't think I've ever been here." He frowned at her tears, and undid his red cravat, handing it to April so she could wipe her tears away. Alucard kept his other arm protectively around Emily; in this strange place, one couldn't be too careful, and it looked like, for the moment, it'd be him protecting these two.
"I wonder," Alucard mused, "If there is anyone else here." His own face seemed laden with anxiety. |
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Post by :}April{: on Mar 9, 2011 21:51:07 GMT -5
(It's the new superhero, Super Alucard! Protector of the Aprils and Emilys! lol)
"Thanks." she muttered, embarrassed. She dabbed at her eyes, "I'm sorry, bad dream..." When he wondered if anyone else was here, she frowned. "I don't know. Let me see." she focused hard, searching the air for more brain waves(that's how she reads minds) and automatically felt an overwhelming amount of waves. Not human. But there was one person...yes! Another student from the Havens! "There's so many brain waves. Animals are over there." she pointed to the park, ""And something, or someone, is over there. But it's cold. So cold. We shouldn't go there." she pointed to the Puppet-master's house. "But, it's as if the whole city is a thing. Alive. Waves, inhuman of course, but brain waves are definitely there. I won't try reading them, so don't ask. They're too complex, and I don't read minds much. But, anyways, there is someone else here. I can't make out where, but they are here, and they are from the Havens." she stopped talking, breathless, and looked around again. "This place looks deserted, though."
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