suyinfoster (suyinfoster) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-11-21 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle001, eden, sue, tatum |
Who: Sue and Open
What: Walkin' on, Walkin' on Broken Glaaaaasss.
Where: The Hallway
When: Right after 2am
Warnings: Painful, bloody imagery
Fucking weather. Fucking musty hotel with it's fucking dead people and fucking podunk cops. Fucking flashlight with fucking dollar store batteries, fading even as Sue crested the stairwell to her room's hallway landing. Four steps in and she was swallowed by complete fucking darkness. For the last several hours, this place had been more than just the most inconvenient of stranded spots - it was quickly becoming the absolute worst two days of her life, and that's saying something. Nothing worked anymore with the power out, and sleep wouldn't even rescue her from this god-awful nightmare. An hour ago, she'd left her room with a massive headache resulted from the attempt to fight whatever was making her skin crawl if she stayed still too long - like she'd taken too much Nyquil. The walk was supposed to have a destination - the bar - but somehow it turned into aimless wandering. Her internal compass was fucked. Her eyes weren't working right.
And now she was fumbling with an ancient fucking key to a room she had no desire to be in. All truth be told, Sue was ready to kill something.
Inside her room, there was no peace in the darkness; the howling outside had gotten worse and echoed ominously everywhere. Sue stared at the faded blackness that was her room windows as she awkwardly toed out of her shoes, then hobbled out of the skirt-suit she'd been wearing for too-damn-long. It wasn't just rattling. In bursts of angry activity, the panes shuddered and almost screeched, like crackheads in a cage. The sound bounced around in her head, surreal, morbidly fascinating...
Until they broke loose.
A million slivers and shards catching rain and light burst in with a crash that seemed to explode her eardrums. Only on pure instinct did she whirl back, but it was too late; the storm of glass swallowed her and her scream like a tidal wave. A thousand heated scalpels sliced into every inch of exposed skin. Pain exploded everywhere, fire under her skin that flared white-hot for two or three seconds (two or three years by perspective) until it faded with the rush of adrenaline that followed. And all that did was make it more real.
Already, her heart was doing overhaul, pumping more blood to the thousand tiny cuts. The warm and wet coating wasn't from the rain now sheeting into the jagged holes where the windows used to be. The silk panties and cami clung to her shape with the stickiness, and added a new weight to the larger shards that made it through their thin armor. With breath and strangled sounds of pain stuck in her throat, slick and red fingers woodenly plucked a piece the width of a playing card out from it's skewed angle from the hollow of her throat, then another from just under the line of her jaw. New rivers of blood sprouted and added to the cacophony of slick pain.
Somewhere in the back of Sue's screaming mind was the notion of getting help, and help was only found back out in the black hallway. Because her body was little more than a roar, she latched onto the thought and turned for the door; one step on the carpet of broken glass erased it from her mind completely. Lightning shot up her leg from the glass that buried itself in the sole of her foot, and Sue went down screaming. Both kneecaps and both palms had it next, followed by forearms and elbows as each part gave out in agony. Her lungs ran out of breath, but Sue's mouth was still open, shaking with the effort to keep herself still. She felt like she was fully engulfed in flame.
"SOMEBODY!!! SOMEBODY HELP!" An agony-tight yell of desperation mixed with the wind and the dark. It melded with another scream as she shifted a knee through the glass - then another, and her elbows and palms, her skins and thighs and everything required to touch the floor, just to appease the absolute instinct of escape. By the time she reached the door, there was so much glass in her legs and feet that they refused to let her stand.
There was nothing but pain and blood, fire replacing that which coated her entire body by now, just to reach the door handle. Sue didn't know if she was still screaming or not when she finally grabbed it (despite the slickness), and managed to fall outward into the black hallway when it opened.