Clara Theriot (shufflethetarot) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-04-26 14:23:00 |
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Who: Clara [Narrative]
What: The future is calling.
When: April 26th, early afternoon
Where: Her room
He pushes her and she falls in the ground. She’s kicked in the side, her hands scramble in the dirt for the talisman, the silver talisman that he gave her to keep her safe. All she had to do was ask for Loa Eshu and he would come and save her, spirit her away where she couldn’t be hurt. Her fingers grasped for it as her head was wrenched backwards, thick dirty hands in her hair twisting and tugging as she cries out in pain. She’s shoved to the dirt and the talisman disappears, replaced with the chinking of coins and the crinkle of paper notes that burn in a hot flash of screaming fire. She’s tied to a chair, grasped and locked and twisted. There’s a pain in her arm and a cold rush in her veins and her head rolls backwards. She cries. The building collapses. He stands outside of it with his arms outstretched as his mother sits under the crumpled building. He stands to take the fall for someone else for a crime he didn’t commit. The crowd screams. Thrusting forward. Baying for blood for a young super who doesn’t know she’s a super until they’re clawing their own faces off in terror and he’s dragged away from the family he knows and loves. Stalking. The halls are dirty but look clean. They have a fine layer of dust over them. He’s hungry. He thinks of two legs but moves on four and he can’t move back. He looks for a familiar room but people move out of his way. He snarls, he’s hurting. There’s a shock. He’s trapped. Cold. Breath clouds in the air, hanging like smoke curling from blue-tinted lips. It's not warm. It'll never be warm again. He’s in a small room, curled in a ball and it’s black around him. There are bodies charring and the shadows are twisting and echoing his failures, shouting and screaming at him and he hides his face in his hands as they come to take him away. She cries. The tent flap is pushed open and she’s put inside, thick ropes tie her waist to the chair so she can’t move and her hands are forced onto the cards - Am I pregnant? Will he marry me? Is he cheating? Will I get the job? - and gold coins clink and paper money gets lost in amber liquid and screaming and bruises. Black van. Black suits. Sterile halls. Weapons hot. Take them down. End it all. Fuck the man. Finish it off. Break the walls. Snap the chains. Help them-hurt them-find them-kill them-stop them-save them-Help Me. |