Post by seonedevinian on Sept 3, 2005 1:28:45 GMT -5
kay then, here's the rest of Chapter 12. hope y'all like it!
and that's chapter 12. gettin down to the wire. yup. are y'all pleased with my latest bit? i sure hope so!
~the storm descends, pt. 2~
Jane wondered, and tried to breathe, and lost her vision sporadically to bouts of dizzy nausea; in all this, inexplicably, she found her restraints released. Suddenly she was free; she jumped to her feet, instantly regretting it as her head filled with the pain of the drug and of losing a fistful of hair unexpectedly to his fist. Dimly she heard the man’s steps approach her, and she spun around to meet him in a haze of gray near-blindness.
He was the monster, and the man; that crisp blue suit contrasted against the burlap sack, stitched at the down-turned mouth with dark twine. The hand that had momentarily lost touch with her long hair returned there to catch her in her sightless fugue. He drew her close, terribly close, and her vision returned.
He said nothing. She was not completely incoherent, not yet. “Doctor? Crane…?” she shuddered, shivering at his every touch.
The slender fingers of his free hand grazed her cheek, trailing down her neck to stop at her collarbone. They wrapped around her throat, almost gently.
“You’re trembling”, he answered. “ Is something wrong? Does something scare you?”
That was one question she’d learned not to answer, not even to dare to think of. She shut her mouth, sealed her words and fears behind her pale lips. The monster shook her, snapped her head back to expose her neck.
“Not telling, hmm? Perhaps I need to take it from you-”
He dragged her weakly struggling form to the far corner of the room; in the darkness there, another table had been shoved out of the way. Here he forcibly threw her down, using the hand in her hair to slam her head into the stainless steel. Stars exploded across her sky; her eyes rolled back into her skull as she tried to hold on to consciousness.
“Is it this?” he said as his hands moved over her body. She grew more brittle the further he explored. She spasmed, tried to throw herself out of unconsciousness; before either of them could make it far, a hollow steel call came down from above.
“Paging Dr. Crane”, an unfamiliar voice beckoned. The man – or monster – stopped in his dubious plans; it only repeated. “Dr. Crane to Maximum Security.”
Spearing his current patient with a nearly enraged glare, he made his way across the room. “Stay”, he ordered as he left her.
He stood near the door; Jane didn’t move, didn’t want to attract his attention. Her heart was just beginning to slow, somehow; listening, she heard the voice of a human doctor, not a demon, speak in hushed tones into – she assumed – a cell phone.
“What? Dawes…?...fine, then. Things will be moving ahead faster than planned, it seems. Stall her; I’ll be up as soon as possible. I have…a loose end to tie up here first.”
Jane found herself still immobile; the boom of footsteps neared and her pulse quickened. The doctor loomed over her, extending a hand toward her face. A fine dust shot from some kind of canister, invading her lungs before she had a chance to resist. She coughed, trying to expel it; it was to no avail.
“Now, you belong to me”, he said, promising her a black stretch of night to last the rest of her life. Her muscles involuntarily tensed as creatures and horrors crept into her mind – a screaming tunnel of devils widening until they embraced her body, her room, her existence. She bit her tongue to keep back the cries that would only whet the man’s appetite; hot blood dripped out between her teeth. This seemed to please him just as well.
“Ah, you do love to bite, don’t you?”
To her surprise – in the part of her mind left untouched enough to feel surprise – he reached up to his face, removing his mask. If ever there was any doubt as to who the real lunatic was, it was settled by the ravenous look in his shining eyes. Jane labored to suppress the fear, the vulnerability. Jaw clenched, her own vital red fluid still oozing from her lips, she gasped as an expression of violent frustration passed over his fine features.
“Not scared yet? Not screaming?”
Crane, once again an approximation of humanity, hovered above her; he laid a hand on her cheek, like a loving partner. Stilling the turn of her head as she tried to escape him, he pushed himself impossibly close…his breath warmed her face as his lips touched hers, his tongue sweeping across her teeth to lick away the blood.
Now you belong to me
He stood, running his tongue over his own lips, made red from her injury. He passed a hand through his hair, composed his suit once again. Now a professional, he stepped to the door and retrieved his glasses from his breast pocket, slipping them on. He said nothing as he exited the room.
When the men in white came to get her, they found a familiar mess waiting for them. Jane fought to hold on to sanity, and kept a spark hidden deep inside; but, for the time being, she was just another crow, shell-shocked by the unnamed beast that walked the halls of Arkham in the guise of a doctor.
Jane wondered, and tried to breathe, and lost her vision sporadically to bouts of dizzy nausea; in all this, inexplicably, she found her restraints released. Suddenly she was free; she jumped to her feet, instantly regretting it as her head filled with the pain of the drug and of losing a fistful of hair unexpectedly to his fist. Dimly she heard the man’s steps approach her, and she spun around to meet him in a haze of gray near-blindness.
He was the monster, and the man; that crisp blue suit contrasted against the burlap sack, stitched at the down-turned mouth with dark twine. The hand that had momentarily lost touch with her long hair returned there to catch her in her sightless fugue. He drew her close, terribly close, and her vision returned.
He said nothing. She was not completely incoherent, not yet. “Doctor? Crane…?” she shuddered, shivering at his every touch.
The slender fingers of his free hand grazed her cheek, trailing down her neck to stop at her collarbone. They wrapped around her throat, almost gently.
“You’re trembling”, he answered. “ Is something wrong? Does something scare you?”
That was one question she’d learned not to answer, not even to dare to think of. She shut her mouth, sealed her words and fears behind her pale lips. The monster shook her, snapped her head back to expose her neck.
“Not telling, hmm? Perhaps I need to take it from you-”
He dragged her weakly struggling form to the far corner of the room; in the darkness there, another table had been shoved out of the way. Here he forcibly threw her down, using the hand in her hair to slam her head into the stainless steel. Stars exploded across her sky; her eyes rolled back into her skull as she tried to hold on to consciousness.
“Is it this?” he said as his hands moved over her body. She grew more brittle the further he explored. She spasmed, tried to throw herself out of unconsciousness; before either of them could make it far, a hollow steel call came down from above.
“Paging Dr. Crane”, an unfamiliar voice beckoned. The man – or monster – stopped in his dubious plans; it only repeated. “Dr. Crane to Maximum Security.”
Spearing his current patient with a nearly enraged glare, he made his way across the room. “Stay”, he ordered as he left her.
He stood near the door; Jane didn’t move, didn’t want to attract his attention. Her heart was just beginning to slow, somehow; listening, she heard the voice of a human doctor, not a demon, speak in hushed tones into – she assumed – a cell phone.
“What? Dawes…?...fine, then. Things will be moving ahead faster than planned, it seems. Stall her; I’ll be up as soon as possible. I have…a loose end to tie up here first.”
Jane found herself still immobile; the boom of footsteps neared and her pulse quickened. The doctor loomed over her, extending a hand toward her face. A fine dust shot from some kind of canister, invading her lungs before she had a chance to resist. She coughed, trying to expel it; it was to no avail.
“Now, you belong to me”, he said, promising her a black stretch of night to last the rest of her life. Her muscles involuntarily tensed as creatures and horrors crept into her mind – a screaming tunnel of devils widening until they embraced her body, her room, her existence. She bit her tongue to keep back the cries that would only whet the man’s appetite; hot blood dripped out between her teeth. This seemed to please him just as well.
“Ah, you do love to bite, don’t you?”
To her surprise – in the part of her mind left untouched enough to feel surprise – he reached up to his face, removing his mask. If ever there was any doubt as to who the real lunatic was, it was settled by the ravenous look in his shining eyes. Jane labored to suppress the fear, the vulnerability. Jaw clenched, her own vital red fluid still oozing from her lips, she gasped as an expression of violent frustration passed over his fine features.
“Not scared yet? Not screaming?”
Crane, once again an approximation of humanity, hovered above her; he laid a hand on her cheek, like a loving partner. Stilling the turn of her head as she tried to escape him, he pushed himself impossibly close…his breath warmed her face as his lips touched hers, his tongue sweeping across her teeth to lick away the blood.
Now you belong to me
He stood, running his tongue over his own lips, made red from her injury. He passed a hand through his hair, composed his suit once again. Now a professional, he stepped to the door and retrieved his glasses from his breast pocket, slipping them on. He said nothing as he exited the room.
When the men in white came to get her, they found a familiar mess waiting for them. Jane fought to hold on to sanity, and kept a spark hidden deep inside; but, for the time being, she was just another crow, shell-shocked by the unnamed beast that walked the halls of Arkham in the guise of a doctor.
and that's chapter 12. gettin down to the wire. yup. are y'all pleased with my latest bit? i sure hope so!
i wouldnt mind meeting him.. although thats me.. haha