Briony Fells (underyourskin) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-04-26 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-06, briony, persephone |
the bodies in the streets
Who: Briony & Persephone (& NPC legionaries)
Where: The bridge
When: Early afternoon
“Pat a cake, pat a cake, ba-ker’s man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can…” The butts of Briony’s palms beat a satisfying rhythm against the ground as she sang – quietly this time, so as not to annoy those around her too much. Okay, so she wasn’t actually worried about bothering them, but they weren’t like the people she’d been sat around in church. On Wednesday’s mass, Daniel had said she could kick the pews as hard as she liked because he could fix holes and stuff. Annoying the mortals who went there was fine. Especially when they’d been bugging her first. The little demon couldn’t remember what that old lady whose pew she’d kicked had done to annoy her that one time, but it didn’t matter, did it? Daniel had said it was okay. It was his church and all – and that was just funny all on its own. But this morning that old lady had moved when the Fells family slotted into the pew behind her. It was where they always sat, so Briony thought she really should have moved sooner unless she wanted to just look rude on purpose. The move had taken away the most obvious target and source of entertainment she’d had for the mass. She was disappointed. At least, until she had heard the wonderful smack of skin on skin from across the other side of the church where two kids had just hit each other – demonics – and then the hissed demand from the woman (mommy?) next to them saying to keep their hands to themselves. For a few moments she had stared at her own hands with their funny coloured nails, then started playing pat-a-cake with the pew in front. Every request that she stop pummelling the wood or at least keep her voice down went ignored. Because, um, no. Anyway, secretly they all wanted to know how she could do it so damn fast. The guy sat in front of her had been demonic blooded. He’d gotten really angry before her influence got right the way under his skin and past his blood.
She thought he’d probably seen her eyes change.
“Pat it and prick it and mark it with B, and put it in the ov-en for ba-by and me.” Now, the thing with going to a demonic church was that a lot of the people in there were okay with telling her how to get to the bridge when she knew her ‘parents’ wouldn’t. Which was just what they’d done. Briony had even gone ahead and asked more than one person to make sure she fully understood and wouldn’t just get extremely lost. Yeah, Paul and Rachel would think she was very lost because she just left after mass, but what did she care about that? She wanted to see the Legionaries. Of… of… Well, she’d forgotten which they were, but they ate dead people. So they were all over the bridge where they were still digging up all the stupid dead peace-wanting marchers and stuff. Then when they ran out of those bodies, she’d been told they’d just make more dead bodies. Which meant killing everyone. And ohh, she wanted to go and see and play with that.
So she was. Sat upon the ground, amid legionaries that were freaking people out, playing pat-a-cake with what was left of the paving. Because she had already reached out and petted at least three like they were pets – and they might as well have been in her mind. She desperately wanted to bring one home to the Fells’. Even asked one of them if they wanted to go with her, but got no answer. There were – or had been – angels around somewhere. As well as the odd do-gooder. She could almost taste them (ewww), so she was keeping her head down. Sort of. Which meant she wasn’t. She was just short.
Right. She had finished her rhyme. Now what?