Adrian Moretti (theneedtofeed) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-05-15 17:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, adrian |
Who: Adrian
Where: Cooperdale Tunnel
When: Wednesday morning 12/20
Status: Complete
It was 5am on a Wednesday morning and Adrian had been through the Cooperdale tunnel twice already with nothing to show for it. He was in one piece and nothing out of the ordinary had happened which most people would be thankful for but not Adrian. He sat in his car now and it had been about six hours since he came back there, ignoring his food and letting himself go hungry. Every now and then he'd leave the car and run, just to burn off more energy, then return to the car to sit there and suffer. It never took more than a couple of hours before he was hungry again and instead of feeling lightheaded, he just felt empty and irritable. His thoughts were chaotic enough when he wasn't starving himself, too much time spent in isolation wasn't healthy for anyone and the few interactions he'd had were superficial at best. Now that the hunger was back it was even harder to keep his thoughts in check.
He left the car again, bounced on his feet as he stared out into the woods and then started walking again towards the tunnels. His emotions and thoughts got harder to track but his surroundings were the opposite, everything crisp and in focus, every smell and sound vibrant and when he got close to the tunnels again he could smell Mila. He could smell others too, other bodies, other blood, but he focused on the scent of his sister and headed back inside to where it was the strongest.
It didn't make much sense. He could see clearly in there in the dark but there was nothing there but the old railway tracks and graffiti. He knelt in the thick of it, breathing it in, listening for anything that might help him. It was like Mila was there but she wasn't, he could almost feel her moving around him - her or something else.
His skin felt tight and the tattoos on his chest started to burn the longer he sat there. Aaron hadn't been lying. She was in here - or had been? No. She was here. Here and not here. Adrian closed his eyes and clenched his fists, his breathing getting more labored with every minute that ticked by as his body fought against the spells put in place to keep him human. "Take me instead," he whispered into the dark. He didn't know if there was anything there listening, it was a desperate prayer at best. "Let my sister go and take me instead."
The silence was all he got in return and the desperation Adrian felt was deafening. "Please," he hissed, pushing himself up to his knees and rocking just a little as he fought against the urge to run out of there or to start cutting at his own flesh just to get his inked shackles off himself.
"Mila?" was the last thing he said before his resolve crumbled and he sounded like a wounded animal to his own ears, pathetic and weak. Seven hours. He had lasted longer than that before but now he felt like he was on fire. The tattoos were bleeding under his shirt and his skin felt like a suit too tight, like a mask pressing in against his jaw and cheekbones, trying to crush him alive. He stumbled to his feet and shakily made his way out of the tunnel again, his head swimming from the onslaught of all the different smells and sensations. He could almost hear them now, like a roaring in the distance, a choir of screams. He barely even realzised how he got back to the car but somehow he made it there and desperately tore up the bags of food, shoving meat in his mouth like a junkie in need of a fix. Tomorrow... He'd try again tomorrow. But not hungry. He knew where to go now and if he ate first he could stay longer, pray again, plead again, try to poke holes into whatever veil was between him and his sister.