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Post by Cain on May 9, 2011 0:32:43 GMT -5
Cain was alone. The hospital was quiet around him, retreating into the distance as his mind fell away into sleep. He was curled under the covers, wrapping them as tightly around himself for warmth as he could. Despite the hot spring sun that spilled across his bed, he felt an indelible cold.
Nothing was as it seemed, and Cain was plagued by a feeling of dread, a strong feeling that something important was happening and he was late. Or maybe he should be running away, he didn’t know. Darkness filled his mind, urgency pulled at him, long fingers yanking him back.
Cain sat bolt upright, his eyes wide. The chill was still there, cold sweat on his skin. He stared at the bright bars of sunlight filtering the dust, unable to shake the dream, unable to make this peaceful room sync with his nightmares.
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Post by Scarlet on Jun 8, 2011 18:19:17 GMT -5
A light music filled the hospital room. It came in quietly; a waltz, playing at its own leisurely pace. The piano was a bit out of tune. It faded, sounding slurred before it came back stronger. It god gradually louder, as if the music was getting closer. It stumbled along, a song originally meant cheerfully, but somehow corrupted.
Cain would know this song. This was the song of his torturer.
"Cain." A lithe, light-skinned woman sat in the corner of his room. She sat on the back of a chair, her dark grey boots resting on the arms. Her elbows leaned on her knees, her body slumped forward with her hair covering her face. long, pale fingers hung limp from her wrists, her dark-grey painted fingernails razor sharp.
A quiet grin grew across Scarlet's face. She had found him.
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Post by Cain on Jun 11, 2011 13:03:43 GMT -5
The room was empty. There was nothing there. Cain closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he snuggled back against the mattress, pulling the covers tight around himself. He liked it here, he did not need to face the world here. Soon he drifted off into a doze. He would not face the world here.
A thread of music filtered into the room, slowly growing louder. It was the music’s stumble that finally grabbed Cain’s attention. He sat bolt upright, his eyes wide and his chest heaving in pants. For a mere second, he thought he’d escaped the dream. But the music continued, getting louder. It was heavier, more real and solid.
Cain knew this song.
"Cain."
Cain sprung to his feet, then stumbled to his knees, hampered by the bedclothes. He thrashed his way out, regaining his feet and glaring at the woman. How had she gotten here? He shuddered involuntarily in fear, but his glare was hot enough to burn holes through the unfortunate woman. Unfortunately, simple eyes could not do such things. More was the pity.
“Scarlet.” He snarled, not asking the many questions that swirled through his mind. Why are you here. How did you find me. Why are you here? And deep down, lurking dark and deep but still acknowledged by the man; I’ll die before you take me back, and I’ll take you with me. They were whispers in his brain, small thoughts that barely registered as words but more as need, a primal feeling of hatred and fear.
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Post by Scarlet on Jun 11, 2011 13:56:59 GMT -5
Scarlet laughed her harsh, raspy laugh as Can sprung up. He was so afraid, why? She loved him, more than any of her other prisoners. She knew him. Something about him had let her in. Her black eyes met his icy stare readily, and the grin across her face only seemed to grow. "You're looking a bit peckish, my love. Have you been feeling ill lately?" He smiled, tossing her long black hair behind a shoulder as she pushed herself onto her feet. She slowly approached him, reaching out a hand to touch him. She wanted to touch him, but she knew she couldn't. Did he?
“Scarlet.”
She chuckled at the way he spat her name. "The demons miss you, love. I've found a replacement but the stone says it isn't the same. You were the best." Her deep black eyes looked him up and down as she slid effortlessly onto his bed, sitting cross-legged next to him. She placed a hand on his knee affectionately, smiling. Her connection with him picked up the feeling of escape, his need to stay away from her and, if not that, kill her. "There's no use trying to kill me, love. It wouldn't work. If anything I'd kill you, which we both know I don't want to do." She shrugged simply, her poison-laced fingernails digging into his leg slightly, the burning sensation crawling across his skin like spiders.
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Post by Cain on Jun 25, 2011 22:48:53 GMT -5
"You're looking a bit peckish, my love. Have you been feeling ill lately?"
“You never give up.”
He eyed her warily. He hadn’t been afraid then, there was nothing to be afraid of. He had been sane then, only because he knew death was coming for him. It was easy, in the face of death, to push away such trivial thoughts of guilt and [/I]betrayal[/I] and fear. It was easy to be defiant in the face of Death.
Defiance in the face of Life was another matter. Life forced you to face things you’d rather remained gone, secret, buried far away. Life was cruel.
"The demons miss you, love. I've found a replacement but the stone says it isn't the same. You were the best."
Cain didn’t know what to feel about that, but there was a soul-sinking, an unnamed feeling that closely resembled dread. It wasn’t dread, he knew that much, yet that was the name he put to it. He’d known that was a possibility when he’d run, but he’d known he’d die then, too. And where was he? Alive. Called insane, but alive.
"There's no use trying to kill me, love. It wouldn't work. If anything I'd kill you, which we both know I don't want to do."
Cain screamed, the sharp sound shattering the quiet of the hospital, springing up from the bed and away, silence stood in tatters around the pair. He kept his eyes on her, the blue-grey dark and pained. His fingers curved into claws, scratching at his knee. He stopped suddenly, looking at the unbroken cloth. Lifting the pant hem, he saw underneath unbroken skin, no red marks that spidered away into his veins.
“You’re not real.” He accused, standing amid the chaos of his mind and in the room simultaneously, speaking into the empty air to a person only he could see. “Go away!” He cried, raising his arm in mute, futile threat. How could he hurt her?
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Post by Scarlet on Jul 11, 2011 8:01:57 GMT -5
“You’re not real. Go away!”
Scarlet looked playfully hurt as Cain backed away from her, a sly smile growing on her lips. "Oh, my love, but I am real. I'll always be real." She rose, cornering him to one side of the room. Her pale hands reached out, cupping his face in her palms. "I'm right here. I'll always be here, watching over you. You can escape the stone, but you cannot escape from me." She smiled, the music throbbing once again in the room as she took his hands in hers. Her black eyes met his, her deep black orbs torturously inviting. "We are one."
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