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Post by Evelyn Qualls on Jul 23, 2014 23:48:40 GMT
A fog settled on the land that night, infiltrating around buildings, Inns, Keeps and Taverns. Something had been brought back from the other side with the retrieval of Kiran, Sachin's son. It seeped past the seals of windows and slid beneath doors to the inhabitants. When breathed in the substance sunk deep into the subconscious causing lucid nightmares upon slumber....
Dank, haze and mildew. The sounds of water falling in consequent drips on the floor echoed off the cement walls. A slow pendulum screech as a single bulb hung over head - swinging back and forth causing shadows to dance on the walls. A single wooden chair with large flat arms sat in the center of all of this. Fingers stretched and flexed but could not move any further as wrists were bound tight to the structure by layers upon layers of duct tape. Legs were done in the same fashion and knees were bound together as well to restrict movement. Several layers of that same tape was wrapped around her chest, pinning her to the tall back of the large chair leaving only her head to dangle freely and forward - chin resting against her chest.
A thin layer of sweat gleamed her forehead, hair matted and damp clung around her head and to her cheeks, chest, top of her arms. Her breathing was hollow, yet labored even, only once in a while a great rattling in her lungs from the effects of being exposed to the conditions of that area. She coughed then, a heave of her stomach and an ache in her lungs from the effort. Thick lashes raised, leaving those green hued eyes to cast a blurred gaze directly in front of herself. She groaned softly as her body suddenly was alert to every ache of her muscles.
A door opened in front of her, the hinges desperately in need of WD-40 as the creaking sound echoed in the small dank room. The silhouette of a figure filled the doorway, the sound of large heavy boots clumped as he moved his body forward. Toward her. She moved then, struggling against the restraints, eyes growing wide and wild as he closed the distance between them and yet she couldn't make out his appearance - rather a dark filled in outline of a figure. He was large, tall, maybe built but she couldn't tell. Something was in his hand, clutched and it glimmered against the single bulb of dim light as if it were metal.
Her lips parted, dry and parched she croaked out, "Help me! Please. Let me out. Please." She pleaded, pulling her arms against the restraints that pinned her to the chair. She wiggled in the seat, her knees moving back and forth but her legs fastened tight. "Please. Please! Let me out. Get me out! Please. No, no please don't hurt me! Please let me go!" He had drawn closer to her, leaning over her and she could make out the long bar like object that posed two pointed forks at either end attached to a collar of some sort. She thrashed against the chair, squirming to get loose. She pressed back against the chair's back, hard as if trying to scoot away from him. His hands coming near her neck and one pushed her chin up slowly to expose the flesh there.
He brought his other hand forward, with the contraption and hooked it around her neck, one set of twin pointed fork was pressed beneath her chin and neck while the other side pressed against her sternum. Spots of blood formed at the punctures and she pushed her head back to keep them from digging in. Tears sprung to her eyes as she continued to plead with him - to his backside as he turned away from her and moved to leave, closing the door behind him and leaving her to the sound of her own heavy breathing and sniffling. She held her head back still, the ache growing in her neck from the force of holding it lengthened, as the heretics fork remained in place - threatening to impale her neck and sternum if she dropped her head at any time.
Her throat tickled, her brows creased and she buttoned her lips in a thin line. Her stomach hardened, her throat contracted. She tried to force back the cough that was persistent to be free. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held her breath willing the reflex away.
The door opened again, the same billowing figure now hunched over a cart as he pushed it in. Evelyn was frozen where she sat, fearing movement of any kind as that heretic fork remained poised. His hand grabbed something from off the cart, his other hand pressed a heavy palm over the back of her hand as if the tape alone wouldn't keep her still. Slowly he brought the object in his other hand over toward her fingers, clasping the tip of it to her finger nail and began to pull back. Slowly.
She screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks and the pain was one hot mess that raced up her hand, her arm and down her back. She couldn't move her head, pressed hard against the back of the chair. Blood spurted from the bare nail bed and the sound of tink as he dropped the dislodged nail onto the tin tray and moved to her next finger. She wailed loudly, echoed off the walls of the damp cellar room. Another layer of sweat broke across her body, the pain a constant strum of throbs and echoes of her body and just another amusement to him. Nausea washed over her.
He stopped then. The pliers he had been using were deposited on the tray for another object. He turned facing her again, a small wire with rounded hooks on the ends, folded over. He drew closer to her face, his palm pressed against her forehead. He laid one side of the wire down between her cheek bone and temple, his fingers pushed to open her eye lids. "No! No, no please no, please don't, please! No!" She couldn't squirm, couldn't move with the contraption at her neck, she felt the cold steel of one side of the wire slid under her top lid, and the second piece sliding under her bottom lid to keep her eye forced open - the contraption a wired speculum. She heaved her breaths, crying out pleading for him to stop, to not do this. Green eye darted around as he reached to the tray and retrieved another object and brought it close to her, it becoming in focus and she struggled backward away from it but was hindered by the high back chair. It looked like a small ice cream scooper, and he brought it closer to her eye. She screamed, throat burning from the sheer force of effort it took. Her heart raced, beat hard in her ears. Her hands moved at the binds, the right one slick with blood.
And the cold steel of the scoop touched against her bulging eyeball.
Evelyn shot up with a scream, sheets and blankets twisted about her body and damp from sweat. She touched her eye, pressing against the closed lid then looked over her fingers in the faded light of the moon cast from her window. Evelyn rubbed her wrist, still feeling the tape as if it were real. She panted in the darkness, eyes shot to her bedside alarm as it flashed four oh two am. Her breaths came heavy, knees drew up against her chest and she wrapped her arms around them cradling herself there. The dream felt so real, so close. It lingered in the back of her conscious like a fading memory, her body heaved as she sobbed softly against her knees from the raw feeling it left upon her.
(Open Thread. Post your nightmare.)
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Post by The Doctor on Jul 26, 2014 5:05:25 GMT
Dust, so much dust and the smell of rotted wood and rust filled the air. The only sound that rang through the small abandoned shack were the two heart beats that resonated from the mans chest, so rhythmic and fast as his mind raced to chose. There was only one actual solution to the ending of the war, remove both parties.
But he knew that in doing so, he would be destroying two amazing races, leaving not even a trace. Men, women, and children would all burn on this day and he could hear every one of them in the catacombs of his subconscious. One man to make the choice in the death of billions. The time lords, and the dalleks. "I never wanted this. I ..." Tears grew in his eyes as his sonic screwdriver went to work, bringing to life a weapon of mass destruction to kill everything that he knew and loved.
"I am truly sorry." He whispered to no one but everyone at the same time as the bright red button rose from the heart of the machine and he placed a quivering hand upon it. The screaming grew in the back of his mind and his eyes closed tight as tears rolled down his cheeks and his hand pushed slowly downward. Three... two... one...
The power from the explosion of both planets shook the ground beneath his feet and as he realized he was still alive he cried out, a hollow and painful whine. He was left to live with the decision he made to murder his own people and he felt both of his hearts split in two... and then a pounding in his head picked up. The sounds of drums, growing louder and louder as the nightmare of a memory meshed into a vision of a man he had yet to meet. The man was laughing maniacally before scenes of horror passed through his mind and...
He rose from the metalic floor of the Tardis as he gripped his chest and tears rolled down his cheeks and his whole body shook. Of all the nightmares he could have... wait! He shouldn't be... he jumped up to his feet and busted out of the Tardis doors, taking in a deep breathe as he looked out upon the mist that had rolled over. "Something isnt right here. Nothing is right here!" He groaned.
( terrible, I know. My apologies. )
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