Post by Natasha Walker on May 5, 2017 21:34:04 GMT
In her dreams, the world made sense In her dreams the dead had risen and she was shrouded in robes of blood.
In her dreams she was a queen of the wasteland, a light in the world that was dark.
In her dreams the monster she was became a necessity.
In her Nightmares her Father was alive.
In her nightmares...
She screamed as she sat up, hands pulling on a leather strap which tore and gave way as her full strength destroyed screws and pins, a weight hanging loose as the Bed was now well and truly broken.
She felt weak, and that got a frown as she glanced to the IV drip in her arm, the flickering lights keeping the hospital room barely as she took in her surroundings, confusion giving way to concern , she moved of her own volition, the scant gown giving away to the slight sting of needle as she rent the surgical steel needle form her and a moment was taken to patch what was left behind, blood.
Her blood.
She let shaky and Atrophied legs regain some of their composure even as her hand tried the door, a frown to find it locked, hard to open, she growls a bit to herself as anger makes the blood pump more and she hits against the door.. once, twice.
As the door gave way, she about fell i as the debris holding the door closed finally collapsed and Max stumbled into a smell of rot, decay, death, she breathed even as her eyes adjusted to the vision.
The white and green pristine corridor had dark stains, spattered about left and right, somewhere in the distance she saw a pair of door, wood panelled and held by a solid hard Chain, painted over each door in that same dark stain were words.
"Danger! W--F Inside."
The last word was obscured by a smudge. The hand that had painted the word shad been suddenly pulled to the middle and the sump that was attached to the corpse that lay at the base of the door gave the suggestion it had been ripped , torn...eaten? Off the bone.
Open it.
A hand flexes as the voice that comes from inside her, beyond her, commands at her and she frowns, turning to walk away from the door.
Maxine.
She found herself turning around even as she warred with herself, and eventually it was like there were two of her, a Binary choice, 1 and 0 one where she walks away, and chooses to walk towards the light.
And the one that rips the chain off the door.
Maybe in another life, another time she would feel the sun, maybe if she was more noble, but she was a monster, and monsters faced the worst, caused the worst.
She wrapped that chain around the fist even as she flung open the doors to the darkness beyond.
She smirked as nothing lay in front of her but darkness, she started to walk into the dark, even as the laugh started to rise from all around her, doors slowly closing behind.
And as the Wolf began to howl.
She awoke.
In her dreams she was a queen of the wasteland, a light in the world that was dark.
In her dreams the monster she was became a necessity.
In her Nightmares her Father was alive.
In her nightmares...
She screamed as she sat up, hands pulling on a leather strap which tore and gave way as her full strength destroyed screws and pins, a weight hanging loose as the Bed was now well and truly broken.
She felt weak, and that got a frown as she glanced to the IV drip in her arm, the flickering lights keeping the hospital room barely as she took in her surroundings, confusion giving way to concern , she moved of her own volition, the scant gown giving away to the slight sting of needle as she rent the surgical steel needle form her and a moment was taken to patch what was left behind, blood.
Her blood.
She let shaky and Atrophied legs regain some of their composure even as her hand tried the door, a frown to find it locked, hard to open, she growls a bit to herself as anger makes the blood pump more and she hits against the door.. once, twice.
As the door gave way, she about fell i as the debris holding the door closed finally collapsed and Max stumbled into a smell of rot, decay, death, she breathed even as her eyes adjusted to the vision.
The white and green pristine corridor had dark stains, spattered about left and right, somewhere in the distance she saw a pair of door, wood panelled and held by a solid hard Chain, painted over each door in that same dark stain were words.
"Danger! W--F Inside."
The last word was obscured by a smudge. The hand that had painted the word shad been suddenly pulled to the middle and the sump that was attached to the corpse that lay at the base of the door gave the suggestion it had been ripped , torn...eaten? Off the bone.
Open it.
A hand flexes as the voice that comes from inside her, beyond her, commands at her and she frowns, turning to walk away from the door.
Maxine.
She found herself turning around even as she warred with herself, and eventually it was like there were two of her, a Binary choice, 1 and 0 one where she walks away, and chooses to walk towards the light.
And the one that rips the chain off the door.
Maybe in another life, another time she would feel the sun, maybe if she was more noble, but she was a monster, and monsters faced the worst, caused the worst.
She wrapped that chain around the fist even as she flung open the doors to the darkness beyond.
She smirked as nothing lay in front of her but darkness, she started to walk into the dark, even as the laugh started to rise from all around her, doors slowly closing behind.
And as the Wolf began to howl.
She awoke.
Well howdy there pardner.