Cessily Kincaid (gc_161) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-05-03 13:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | mercury, secret origins |
Thread: SECRET ORGINS OMG [Cessily Kincaid]
Who: Cessily Kincaid and Mark Kincaid [NPC]
When: About a year and a half ago -ish.
Where: The Kincaid residence → Portland, OR
What: Hardcore mutating.
"Cessily!! Come on, you're going to be late for practice!" Mark Kincaid called up to his daughter who had been sleeping. Having been released from school early, due to mid-terms Cess had decided to squeak in a nap between test-taking and practice. All in all it had been a normal day, if not a little nerve racking. She thought she could have spent a little more time studying her history notes instead of practicing drills, but she was confident that she knew the course material.
Cessily grumbled in response, vaguely aware that cheer leading needed to be happening. It was a funny thing, that, the jock seemingly having been swayed by skirts and pom-poms. Really, though, she only joined because those girls on the cheer squad worked their asses off, what with their jumping and flipping and the like - twice as hard as any of the other teams out there. Not to mention colleges liked that stuff, extracurricular school spirit. Besides it fit neatly into her schedule right between winter and spring sports and student council.
She shifted on to her belly, simultaneously tugging her blanket over her shoulders while flopping her down pillow over her head. Five more minutes, please, five more minutes, she shouted back to him in her head.
"Cess!"
"Okay, okay... I'm up...I'm up! ...Jeez," she grumbled, a little on the cranky side. Cess pushed down the covers and scrubbed her hand down her face. "I'm up," she repeated, wiping the sleep out of her bleary eyes. Clasping her hands together she gave a stretch and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Yawning, she stood and made her way over to the closet to change into her uniform.
"I'll be right down," she called down to her father. Reaching up and gave the pull cord to the light over head a quick tug.
"I just need to..." She trailed off, stunned by her own reflection staring back at. With rising panic, Cessily gasped. What was that on her face? It was all...shiny! Cess pressed her hands on either side of her image and leaned in to get a better look - but it was hard to see, hard to focus, with her heart beat rapidly accelerating. Whatever it was it began spreading over her skin. Cess was helpless to stop it from taking over. She couldn't breath. She couldn't breath!
"What's happening? ...What's going on? ...Daddy?!" Her throat was dry but some how she managed to choke the words out, only to be followed by a blood curdling scream.
Mark,who had been reading the paper at the kitchen table immediately threw it down and shot up out of his seat. He bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time. Outside Cessily's room, he tried to open the door only to find it looked. "Cessily, what's going on? Open the door. Cessily?"
The panic began to compound with fear and soon only frenzied hysteria remained. With each terrifying moment Cessily felt her hold slipping and soon found she was unable to keep herself together anymore. Her arm spilled onto the floor, followed by the rest of her limb, with a sploosh. Little by little the girl melted into nothing more than an amorphous puddle of mercury, straining for something, anything...
Mark was eventually successful in kicking the door in, entering the space just into time Cessily liquefy.
"Daddy...h-help me...please....help me...." She whimpered, but all Mark could do was stare in horror at was left of his little girl.