thedeepone (thedeepone) wrote in spindlesend, @ 2008-06-23 17:20:00 |
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Cat walked into the common room with her eyes half closed, using the hum of activity to guide her into the room. She usually didn’t go into the common room while the sun was up but Alex was busy doing the Deep Ones knew what and Sally was, well, off being Sally with Dagmar or L or someone.
So Cat found herself curling into the window watching the rain drops collect on the pane of cold glass that separated her from the rest of the world. She almost felt like she needed this moment of peace deep down. Lately if she wasn’t getting some physical exercise with Alex or having him try to teach her a new language, or music she was with Sally who would bring L and drama.
Maybe that was why Cat had avoided her roommate so much. Even the idea of being near L at night made her nervous to the point of not sleeping. Instead she would sit in the very spot she was in now and listen to the night around her, content in its silence. But right now the common room was anything but silent; laughter, talking, people moving, and the buzz of the television filled Cat’s mind and was making it hard for the girl to concentrate on the water falling outside.
“…destructive cult known as Mythos….Maine…Death toll…” Cat could barely hear that words the newscaster over the noise but heard the word she had been dying to hear since she woke up in the hospital. Mythos, Home, they were talking about home, her Family and the life she was missing out on.
Leaping to her feet Cat slid in front of the television and sat directly in front of it. The girl usually stayed away from watching television but they mentioned The Family! She had to know how they were.
“With the main cause of death seeming to be poisoning it seems that Mythos will become another footnote in the history of mass suicide cults in the
“No no no Miss news-lady,” Cat said back to the television with a broad smile. “We don’t kill ourselves, we kill others. Silly news people getting the facts wrong, I thought only Fox news did that!”
“Steven Kosnak a predominate lawyer in Massachusett’s criminal law sector was found dead with a reported 83 other followers all under the age of 30. The 83 cult members all had extensive criminal records and all seem to have been poisoned with arsenic.”
Cat watched as pictures found at her home were flashed on the screen with a blank expression as a sinking feeling hit her stomach. Brother Steve would never allow anyone outside of the cult see photos of the Family or let anyone get that close to the compound without a reason. She slid closer to the television until her feet were resting against the bottom of the screen and continued to watch a montage of footage of the police breaking down the doors, the amazed gasps from the newscasters when the doors to the prayer room were open and scenes of sheet covered bodies being pulled out.
Cat shivered and started to shake. No, this couldn’t be true; this had to be fake, a test, anything but reality. They couldn’t all be dead. The Family was supposed to live forever, that’s what Brother Steve had told them that followers in
But as she watched Cat knew they were all gone, they had left her. No, they did more than leave her, they abandoned her, stranded her alone while they all disappeared.
“No,” Cat said meekly as she ran her hand across the screen, trying to touch the bodies being hauled away. She wanted her hand to go through to them, she wanted to feel the ocean on her cheek, hear Brother Steve coo to her, tell her everything was all right. But the Family was back in
Her eyes went wide unworthy; maybe she was the one who was unworthy. Maybe the Family finally got the sign they were looking for and Mother and Father had called to them, asked them to go Home.
No, that was impossible. She would have heard it too, right?
“Cat, darling are you all right,” A nurse had walked up to Cat’s side but cat couldn’t turn away. “Don’t touch me,” she whispered as she felt hot tears well in her eyes. She was alone, they left her here alone. She didn’t have anyone now to call family now.
The nurse looked puzzled at the little blonde girl who just sat there rocking back and forth as she watched the news. “Cat come on now dear, let’s get you to the art room hmm?” The nurse tried to put a hand on Cat’s shoulder but she flinched away. The last thing Cat wanted was human contact.
“Don’t touch me,” Cat said again but as the nurse’s hand came towards her again she snarled through her choked back tears. “Donttouchmedonttouchmedonttouchme..”
When the nurse’s hand finally made contact it was like fire to Cat’s arm. The nurse was so full of life, so warm, it made Cat sick. Why should this woman, this unworthy heretic of a woman live when her family had to die.
“…A note found at the scene simply reads ‘"In his house at R'lyeh The Dead waits dreaming.…”
Cat smiled at the newscaster and mouthed ‘thank you’ to her. It was her sign and the sleeping roared to life. Without taking her eyes off the television Cat wrapped her fingers around the nurse’s short index and middle fingers and pulled them back until she heard them snap twice.
The nurse ran away from Cat screaming for the orderlies as Cat stood up, eyes calm and glazed as she kicked in the television. “I told you not to touch me,” she snarled as she picked up a piece of glass in her left hand. “Does anyone else want to try to touch me?”
Two orderlies swept into the room and Cat purred in approval. Sure they were both nearly twice her size but Cat was never one to underestimate her own abilities and figured that the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
The two men went straight for her and she swiped at one with the glass which slid out of her hand and cut her deep enough to draw blood. She yelped in irritation as one of the orderlies took his chance to wrap his arms around her.
Cat howled and screamed as she kicked and fought with the man until she whipped around in his grasp and punched him in his nose with a satisfying crunch.
“You don’t have the right to touch me,” Cat yelled, tears still streaming down her face as she shook with a mixture of grief and anger. “The only people who could touch me are dead! Dead! They died and left me here, why did they leave me! I was more devoted than any of them but I was left here to rot and now I never get to go home.”
Cat’s eyes, still glazed, watched the specks of blood on the floor as she listened to the screaming of the nurse and the cursing of the orderly, happy that her internal pain was mirrored in the pain of others.
As the other orderly tried to grab her Cat fell to the floor and slipped across some of the glass, cutting her right arm in the process. She was mentally exhausted and it was showing in her clumsy maneuvering. The orderly finally got his arms around the girl and hoisted her up off the ground and she continued to kick, scream and cry and weep and shake.
“Jesus Christ kid,” the orderly barked as he carried her down the hallway where Cat had been so many times to talk to Frank and Alex. “Calm the fuck down already!”
When Cat realized where they were heading towards the solitary cells her screams change from sorrow to terror and she clawed at the orderly, taking pieces of skin away with every swipe. She told Alex she didn't know if she could handle those tiny little cells not long ago and now she was going to see first hand if her thoughts would ring true.
“You can’t put me in there,” Cat wailed as another orderly came up next to her and the two men wrestled her into a cell and locked the door.
She stood in the tiny room shaking before she tried to pry the door open, then the window and the door again until she finally collapsed on the small bed, curling in on herself and weeping.
Catrina Ulla had wanted to go Home from the moment she had first arrived at
All Cat could do now was sleep and dream.