Gilman Black (gilmanblack) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-09-19 11:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle003, gilman |
Who: Gilman.
When: TIME HAS NO MEANING UNDERGROUND.
Where: The Caves.
What: Gilman is observing the new inmates (GET IN THE CAVES YOU BUTTS).
Rating: Very vaguely creepy? It's just a narrative.
They had taken her away. He wasn’t sure how long ago, but he could see her in with the others. She hadn’t been happy. Not at all. Him either, but he’d been able to live with it because she was alive. He had seen what happened to those who didn’t go along. Those who refused. Those who just couldn’t. That was a far worse fate, he thought, than living with the corrosive shame that had become the centre of his universe. And even though she had seen what happened to the others, it was still too much for her. Now, he could only blindly hope, she was no longer in pain. No longer aware. Silent, sleeping, peaceful.
He had been all alone for a little while, just him and the other animals. Gilman envied them. He envied their ignorance. They just did what they always did. Maybe the dolphins might’ve had some idea, but nothing else. And was he so far removed from the animals? Lately, he felt as though he was one of them, doing pull-ups from a long and squatting up on the highest limb, eyes darting around in all directions for some kind of new stimulus.
Avoiding the plush ‘bed’ at all costs.
Then he saw them. New people. Not many at first, not at all, but it was something new for him to study. He stared, watching with detached curiosity how they reacted the same way he had. Fear, shame, horror, despair. Screaming. It was muffled, almost inaudible really, but he knew what they were doing all the same. They tried to talk to him, waving wildly at him, but he only shook his head and stayed away. He couldn’t help. They’d understand soon.
As more people were placed into cells, he started to feel anxious. What if they put a new one in his cell? He wouldn’t know her. Wouldn’t have established trust to violate, wouldn’t have a mutual understanding with each other. What if she protested and it took too long? He wouldn’t go to the distillery. He’d do whatever it took to stay safe and clean and fed and whole.
Whatever it took.