iseethepattern (iseethepattern) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-10-22 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | bryant, cycle003 |
WHO: Kessie and Bryant
WHAT: Waking up together.
WHEN: After the gassing
WARNINGS: Uh, language maybe? Also potentially unwanted sexual reactions?
Upon waking, Kessie’s first thought was a bewildered oh no, not again. She’d crashed into Max, and that strange girl had heard her and come to ask about aliens, and just as she’d been sure that she’d found someone who understood the world had seemed to go dark. She’d never gotten to tell Marcus about Bryant, because he’d been too busy beating up on some guy she didn’t recognize.
And now she was in a cell again, and her first instinct was to scream in rage. Why? Why? What was the purpose of forcing them into this? Nothing had happened between her and Jon, and the walls had come down. And now…
Now she was in a cell with an unconscious Bryant, and her first thought was one of almost overwhelming relief. He was alive! Kessie crawled closer to the doctor, reaching out with hands trembling from a combination of hunger and stress, to touch him; he was breathing. That was reassuring.
But...as her eyes traveled down his body, she couldn’t help but scramble back a few feet. Bryant, outside the chambers, had been a strange, curiously cheerful man. With a false limb.
Bryant, now, had two legs. Only one was dark, compared to Bryant’s pale skin, and...and there was a line, like a scar but worse, that clearly separated Bryant from the new leg. Kessie reached out to touch it, felt over the angry ridge of flesh, pulled her hand back. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t like a normal suture or scar from a transplant or a surgery. It was like...it was like his flesh had just been mended with more flesh. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.
Those tattoos...she was sure she’d seen them before. Her mind was fuzzy; she needed to eat. But she knew they weren’t Bryant’s tattoos. They couldn’t be! He’d had a fake leg!
Kessie reached out again, to shake her companion lightly. “Bryant...Bryant, wake up. Please…? Oh, please, wake up. Please don’t die. Please, I don’t...I couldn’t...please don’t die. I couldn’t handle it. I really need you to wake up because I saw you go in the ceiling, I saw aliens so Bryant I really need you to wake up. Please.”