Hunter Sommer (missherocomplex) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-10-24 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | archer, cycle003, hunter, incomplete |
Who: Hunter & Archer.
When: After the gassing.
Where: Their enclosure.
What: Ain't nothing like an unnatural attraction.
Warnings: TBA, but you might as well be warned there will at least be creepy (unwanted) incestuous thoughts.
Hunter had been up in the tree for a while, though it was hard to judge just how long without the ability to reliably judge anything. She'd been up there long enough that she'd slept, more than a handful of times, though it was not good rest. It was different now, more frustrating than ever. She hadn't felt good since waking up after the gas had taken them all down. Which had been a rather unexpected turn for her, admittedly.
One minute she'd been rushing into the neighbouring cell with reckless abandon, anger and revenge on her mind, ready to help tear their slimy little neighbour limb from limb.. he'd gotten pulled down from the tree, and the bigger man, the one she'd met in the bar a lifetime before their current shitstorm, he'd really been laying into the smaller guy. Hunter hadn't even gotten a chance to get involved, standing back slightly, there was no chance for her to cut in and rain the blows that she wanted to get in with how fiercely Marcus had already been attacking. One minute, she'd been waiting for her turn, waiting for a moment to at least kick the little shit while he was down or something, but then there had been a momentary blink, a brief scent that made her think of childhood dentist visits, and then darkness.
When she'd awoken, she hadn't felt good, not right. When she'd awoken, the first thing she had done was eat and drink, like she'd been doing all along, keeping her strength up as planned. It had only taken a few moments of being awake to reassert her surroundings; some different neighbours, but back in an enclosure with her uncle, trapped uselessly. Same provisions of tubes, odd bedding, and climbing tree; nothing more and nothing less. Back to square one, and so she went back to exactly what she'd been doing prior to the walls falling, back to square one. Eating, drinking, exercise, keeping sharp, both ignoring and adjusting to the close proximity of her naked uncle only ever a few paces away.
She didn't know if she was going crazy, and a big part of her reasoned that she had to be, but the nudity was becoming harder and harder to ignore after waking up from the gassing. Her eyes were traveling, lingering, where they had staunchly averted in the past.
Yes, she had to be losing her mind. Going shack-whacky or something from being cooped up so long. It was some sort of cabin fever, because there was no reason she should have felt so warm all of the time, so frustrated, so pent up. There was no reason she should have found herself gazing at her uncle for long periods of time, in long thoughtful silence, looking away quickly only when he noticed her. She just needed to get out. She needed to wait for the walls to fall again, to give them another chance. She kept an eye on their neighbours, worried about the little redhead curled into a ball on one side of them, keeping an eye on the thin older man hovering in there with her.. keeping a closer eye on the rapist, who was still next door but with a new friend. It was unfortunate that he hadn't been killed in all of the chaos. She'd made a mental note to try, if given another chance.
If she had time before getting out. Because she was getting out, she couldn't take the alternative much longer.
She paced, paced, paced, for hours on end along the walls, but to no avail. Keeping an eye on things, keeping an eye off of Archer, was getting her nowhere. She didn't know when exactly she'd made the decision, but eventually she had retreated to the tree, because there was no where else to go. She was as hungry in captivity as she had always been in life, a seemingly endless appetite. She came down to eat plenty, to pace, but mostly stayed in the tree. She could even do pull-ups on the branch, keep herself busy. She had a good vantage point up there.. and there was sufficient distance between her and Archer when she was up there.
Hunter could not accept the idea that the walls would not come down again, that she might be stuck alternating between pacing the strange floor and climbing the tree for who knew how much longer. They would get another chance. They had to. But in the meantime she had to keep doing what she'd been doing all along, keep busy, lest she do something that she regret. Mind over matter. She had to keep her mind, busy, clear, occupy her time. She could not look at the man who had practically raised her, and feel that rise in her blood pressure. She'd never been ashamed of her sexuality, or one to dance around the subject of sexuality. She'd never felt shame about a single filthy thought she'd ever had. But she could not express sexuality around her uncle. It was unheard of, unacceptable, and down-right twisted, to say the least.
She'd never felt dirty about anything in her whole life, until then. She could not look at him with the predatory eyes that she usually reserved for a good time spotted across the bar.. but then, she couldn't help herself either. She kept eyeing him. She was watching him, she wanted him, and the thought nearly made her want to retch. It had put her off eating, somewhat, in the last few hours at least. What the hell was wrong with her? It was really why she stayed up in the tree, why she stayed busy, and why even at that very moment, was hanging from the branch with her back facing him instead of her front.
Hanging from the branch, she was methodically pulling herself through chin-up after chin-up, focusing on the exercise, on the burning strain in her arms and upper body, focusing on anything but the unspoken elephant sitting in the room.
Because it wasn't like she hadn't noticed that something was off with him as well. Maybe not as bad as her, but something. She'd been watching him plenty, after all, and she knew him.