Who: Rachel and Open When: Thursday, November 4th, daytime around 2pm Where: The covered parking lot behind the Red Door What: Discovery. Warning: tbd
At a glance, it looked like someone was sleeping in the back of the parking lot. Curled up in a fetal position against a cement wall, wearing odd, filthy clothes. A homeless person was unlikely to have wandered up to the grounds for a nap, but it wasn’t so strange for someone to overindulge at a brothel. It wouldn’t be the first time a drunk passing out before they reached their car.
Upon closer inspection, however, it would become clear that what looked at first to be clothes were places where the flesh had been discolored, or the skin had been peeled up away from the muscle and bone. The position was also far from natural; the hands had been clasped and bound behind the bent knees with no give, forcing the person to stay fetal. Withered and wrinkled, with loose, hairy flesh marred with damage, there was little left to recognize. Pale flesh, where it wasn’t exposing the black, sinewy meat beneath. Pale hair, blond leaning into white. The eyes were missing, chest cavity and abdomen had been hollowed out of any organs, and a nasty incision ran around the neck, just beneath the chin. Creating a deep line, broken only by industrial staples. The head had at one point been severed, and hastily reattached.
There was very little blood. Some, dried black in patches around the worst of the areas… but considering the wounds, it was clear that the slaughtering had been done elsewhere.
Rachel had never been in the least bit squeamish. She had her anatomy classes and performed experiments with stained slices of human tissue cut paper thin. A few times she had even done the slicing and staining herself. Yet all of those perfectly clinical experiences did not prepare her for the violent chaos of this sight. She crouched down bent at the knees, tottering slightly on her heels, as her dark eyes tried to process the sight.
She couldn’t take in the entirety of the picture. Her mind broke it into pieces. The easiest portion to process was how she had mistaken this as a person, a reasonably healthy person, at least on the outset. The varying colors of flesh and muscle were not much different from what she had seen clinically afterall. Those she could take in but it was harder to comprehend the way the pose which seemed so natural from a distance had actually been accomplished with such with brute force. As a subconscious reaction her body began to pull away from the sight, altering her balance combined with a subtle nervous shake she began to tottered more.
The pure absence of organs stabbed at her with a panicked concern that fascination could not ignore, but it was the staples that tipped her. When her eyes registered the slim shiny glint of metal marrying the flesh she finally leaned far enough away from the sight to topple flat on her ass in the middle of the parking lot. There was a slight crunch as one of her heels broke in the fall.
Leaving her purse there where it fell and ignoring the sting, Rachel hobbled to The Red Door intent on help. Once she passed through the door and the darkness of place closed around her a second realization dumped ice water into her veins. They keep monsters here. For the first time a seed of absolute terror settled in pit of her stomach. She put one hand out, gripping the wall to steady herself and without realizing what was going to happen leaned forward as her body expelled her lunch.