APOCALYPSE LIVE:?????
Okay. I know some people are out there who read this, though it may not be many. Since I needed to get out some over developed emotions I decided to skip ahead a bit and put a much later occurrence online. Shame on me for super spoilers. It's a Rayne-y day.
She knew she shouldn't cling to her sin, but she was afraid of going without at least a small amount of it. What other way could she defeat a witch alone?
Rayne had never seen a real witch before. She'd heard of them, but never seen one. She imagined a short woman, all warty and wrinkled, with pointy hat and whiny wavering voice. The stripped socks and ruby slippers came to mind as she tried to find a laugh in her fear.
As usual, she'd have to improvise the killing. Where was a Kansas farm house when you need it? Was this a decapitation or a stabbing type thing? She'd have to figure it out soon enough. Down the half destroyed hallway she snaked, towards the only light at the end.
The thickening of the air was the first indication to hit her. A humid cellophane gripped her body, forcing her into slow motion momentarily. Her flesh stretched and warped in the time change, and she felt every agonizing moment.
Her arm began to shorten and compress. Her rib cage compacted. Her skull was caving in. As quickly as it began, her limbs started to straighten and stretch to, what felt like, twice the normal length. Her muscles and bones groaned audibly in her head. She was going to be torn in half. And then it was over.
Then, the smell flooded her nostrils and set her sinuses on fire. Decay. She must be going in the right direction.
An eerie chanting hung in her ears. The voice was weak. Ancient.
The chanting continued as Rayne's feet found their way through the mass of bones, death, metal, and cement. Gently, carefully she edged her way through the destruction and chaos. Rayne grasped her knife tightly, stepping over the remains of, what was most likely, a cat. Her foot crushed the human skull lying next to it, but to be fair the most-likely-cat remains did appear to still be partly alive, or at least they were moving.
"If you're going to visit deary you might as well just come in," a raspy voice hissed.
Rayne swallowed a curse and stilled herself in the corridor. Maybe she could stay still until her presence was forgotten.
The voice continued, "I'm old and blind deary, but I can smell a frightened creature from a thousand paces lovely." Rayne reached a hand for what appeared to be a tanned hide spanning the doorway, she pressed against it and slid into the witches den.
The den was once an office. The man who lived in it was filthy rich according to the furnishings. How did Rayne know it was a man's? His hide was the one spanning the doorway. She noticed the still slightly warm flesh that pressed against her hand. She couldn't help but turn to see him strung up. His bones and organs were gone..
This is not what I signed up for.
The room had been furnished gloriously. A beautiful wood conference table sat in the center of the room, now coated with human, animal hides, and mis-matched cloth surrounding a large pinkish orb.
My grapefruit! Rayne giggled inspite of herself. They weren't kidding.
The wall had been stripped of it's paintings and most of it's paint and filled with trophies, most disturbing of which were the most recent additions. Three heads had been nailed to the wall recently. One head had been shoved through a hole and the head still moved, trying to break free of it's prison. Rayne couldn't quite tell if it was a man or woman, the features had been disfigured so severely.
On the floor next to a fireplace, fashioned like a bear rug, lay the naked, boneless hide of a young woman. Her mouth was pried open, revealing a tongue that still moved. Her eyes darted from side to side in distress and panic. Rayne's eyes caught the poor girl's eyes and she could see her lungs expanding in the skin to cry out for help, but no sound escaped.
So odd with so much torture and death there was no scream.
The witched stepped onto the body with her bony foot and cackled giddily, "Don't be scared deary." Her silhouette was lined with flames that seemed to lick at her flesh without burning it..
"You know this is very stereotypical of witches. Deary? Lovely? You're better than that." Rayne felt both stupid for speaking and incredibly macho for antagonizing a witch.
The witch stepped from the flames into a dim light which showed her features. Rayne had now locked eyes with a witch, and she really wished she hadn't. The sight was fearful enough to kill.
The witch plucked a coal from the fire with her bare hand and dropped it on the back of the poor girl laying prone on the floor. The poor wretch's eyes went wide in pain and her skin tensed to try an move from the heat. Rayne ignored it, she knew there was nothing to be done.
"Sit a moment." The witch pointed to a chair, near the large pinkish orb. "There is no hurry. We know what you've come for. You can sit a moment."
Rayne sat in the chair quietly, though she knew not why. It seemed a rather dangerous move on her part. The witch smirked wickedly and placed a hand upon the orb.
"You have been admiring my future sphere?"
"You're crystal ball? Looks like something from a Stephen King novel. Literally."
"You wish to know your future."
"Not personally," Rayne lied. She felt the pain wash back into hear head.
"That wasn't a question girl. I know the future and you do wish to hear it."
"Ok, good grief, long as it will get you off my back."
The witch hefted herself onto the table and placed her hands onto the orb, lifting it with great difficulty into her arms cradling it like a child. She hummed her strange song and the orb glowed pink to her voice.
You're messing with me right? This is surreal.
"Oh little one. You are a bearer of many burdens. You long for things that will not be. Greatest of all, the sins you will not divulge. You carry them with you like a great treasure to be hidden from the world. You are here to kill me. You will be victorious today but my revenge will be complete when, with leathery wings, your sins take flight."
"That didn't even rhyme," Rayne smirked. "Do you have any advice I can use?" The witch thrust a finger into Rayne's face.
"Do not fall too in love with your future."
The words finished as Rayne's knife buried into the flesh of the witches throat. The witch smiled as this happened, knowing Rayne's human flesh cried out as it died in her body to the sin. She had to get to her bearer before she lost her humanity. She couldn't live in the pain.
She knew she shouldn't cling to her sin, but she was afraid of going without at least a small amount of it. What other way could she defeat a witch alone?
Rayne had never seen a real witch before. She'd heard of them, but never seen one. She imagined a short woman, all warty and wrinkled, with pointy hat and whiny wavering voice. The stripped socks and ruby slippers came to mind as she tried to find a laugh in her fear.
As usual, she'd have to improvise the killing. Where was a Kansas farm house when you need it? Was this a decapitation or a stabbing type thing? She'd have to figure it out soon enough. Down the half destroyed hallway she snaked, towards the only light at the end.
The thickening of the air was the first indication to hit her. A humid cellophane gripped her body, forcing her into slow motion momentarily. Her flesh stretched and warped in the time change, and she felt every agonizing moment.
Her arm began to shorten and compress. Her rib cage compacted. Her skull was caving in. As quickly as it began, her limbs started to straighten and stretch to, what felt like, twice the normal length. Her muscles and bones groaned audibly in her head. She was going to be torn in half. And then it was over.
Then, the smell flooded her nostrils and set her sinuses on fire. Decay. She must be going in the right direction.
An eerie chanting hung in her ears. The voice was weak. Ancient.
The chanting continued as Rayne's feet found their way through the mass of bones, death, metal, and cement. Gently, carefully she edged her way through the destruction and chaos. Rayne grasped her knife tightly, stepping over the remains of, what was most likely, a cat. Her foot crushed the human skull lying next to it, but to be fair the most-likely-cat remains did appear to still be partly alive, or at least they were moving.
"If you're going to visit deary you might as well just come in," a raspy voice hissed.
Rayne swallowed a curse and stilled herself in the corridor. Maybe she could stay still until her presence was forgotten.
The voice continued, "I'm old and blind deary, but I can smell a frightened creature from a thousand paces lovely." Rayne reached a hand for what appeared to be a tanned hide spanning the doorway, she pressed against it and slid into the witches den.
The den was once an office. The man who lived in it was filthy rich according to the furnishings. How did Rayne know it was a man's? His hide was the one spanning the doorway. She noticed the still slightly warm flesh that pressed against her hand. She couldn't help but turn to see him strung up. His bones and organs were gone..
This is not what I signed up for.
The room had been furnished gloriously. A beautiful wood conference table sat in the center of the room, now coated with human, animal hides, and mis-matched cloth surrounding a large pinkish orb.
My grapefruit! Rayne giggled inspite of herself. They weren't kidding.
The wall had been stripped of it's paintings and most of it's paint and filled with trophies, most disturbing of which were the most recent additions. Three heads had been nailed to the wall recently. One head had been shoved through a hole and the head still moved, trying to break free of it's prison. Rayne couldn't quite tell if it was a man or woman, the features had been disfigured so severely.
On the floor next to a fireplace, fashioned like a bear rug, lay the naked, boneless hide of a young woman. Her mouth was pried open, revealing a tongue that still moved. Her eyes darted from side to side in distress and panic. Rayne's eyes caught the poor girl's eyes and she could see her lungs expanding in the skin to cry out for help, but no sound escaped.
So odd with so much torture and death there was no scream.
The witched stepped onto the body with her bony foot and cackled giddily, "Don't be scared deary." Her silhouette was lined with flames that seemed to lick at her flesh without burning it..
"You know this is very stereotypical of witches. Deary? Lovely? You're better than that." Rayne felt both stupid for speaking and incredibly macho for antagonizing a witch.
The witch stepped from the flames into a dim light which showed her features. Rayne had now locked eyes with a witch, and she really wished she hadn't. The sight was fearful enough to kill.
The witch plucked a coal from the fire with her bare hand and dropped it on the back of the poor girl laying prone on the floor. The poor wretch's eyes went wide in pain and her skin tensed to try an move from the heat. Rayne ignored it, she knew there was nothing to be done.
"Sit a moment." The witch pointed to a chair, near the large pinkish orb. "There is no hurry. We know what you've come for. You can sit a moment."
Rayne sat in the chair quietly, though she knew not why. It seemed a rather dangerous move on her part. The witch smirked wickedly and placed a hand upon the orb.
"You have been admiring my future sphere?"
"You're crystal ball? Looks like something from a Stephen King novel. Literally."
"You wish to know your future."
"Not personally," Rayne lied. She felt the pain wash back into hear head.
"That wasn't a question girl. I know the future and you do wish to hear it."
"Ok, good grief, long as it will get you off my back."
The witch hefted herself onto the table and placed her hands onto the orb, lifting it with great difficulty into her arms cradling it like a child. She hummed her strange song and the orb glowed pink to her voice.
You're messing with me right? This is surreal.
"Oh little one. You are a bearer of many burdens. You long for things that will not be. Greatest of all, the sins you will not divulge. You carry them with you like a great treasure to be hidden from the world. You are here to kill me. You will be victorious today but my revenge will be complete when, with leathery wings, your sins take flight."
"That didn't even rhyme," Rayne smirked. "Do you have any advice I can use?" The witch thrust a finger into Rayne's face.
"Do not fall too in love with your future."
The words finished as Rayne's knife buried into the flesh of the witches throat. The witch smiled as this happened, knowing Rayne's human flesh cried out as it died in her body to the sin. She had to get to her bearer before she lost her humanity. She couldn't live in the pain.
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