Abigail Hobbs (abigail_hobbs) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-11-10 12:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, abigail hobbs, jake sully, lisa cuddy |
Who: Abigail Hobbs and OPEN!
Where:Outside in the Forest, near Raith building
Warnings: Abigail's sad, paranoid, angry and gets badly hurt by an animal.
Open: Yes! Especially to someone(s) who can get her to the hospital. And medical staff once she gets there.
Other: Abigail fired a flare gun into the air, anyone outside would see the flare once it was higher than the fog.
Abigail had been spending her time in as many different places as she could, trying to be hard to find. She had even hidden in the bakery once, wanting to stuff her face with as many chocolate treats as she could find and cry her eyes out - but the way the fog kept grabbing her neck made her throat too sore to eat. And then it had been off to wandering the outdoors again. It would be so easy to run to Annie and experience a real family vacation. Or to go to Jake and feel protected by someone who understood. Seek out that doctor and follow his advice. Run to her papa's arms. But the voices had told her she wasn't worthy of their concern. She was a monster. And now they had taken it a step further, telling her that it was all a trap. They knew what she was now and would hang her for it. She deserved it. She helped her dad kill those girls, she killed Nicholas Boyle, she left that man in Detroit for Hannibal. And the voices told her more. She watched Beverly Katz die. She pushed Dr. Bloom through a window. Something about a teacup. Things she didn't remember, but it seemed real. That was why she didn't believe that doctor, if those memories didn't come from her brain waves, then whose? Her papa's? She didn't want to consider that. In any case, all could have been avoided if she had just let her dad kill her.
Abigail decided to go back to the one place where she didn't think anyone would be. The chateau where the fog was at its worst. She found a spot nearby and dropped her things. Her phone was lost, but she had camping gear, hunting equipment, everything she had used with real dad. She was almost enjoying the break from the heavy load when the fog grabbed her around the neck again. She pulled at the invisible fog fingers and a heard a terrifying sound. Something getting closer. Fast. She didn't even have time to wonder if it was real, when sharp pain ripped through her back. She felt herself being lifted through the air and found herself hurtling towards the ground just as quickly, blood spilling down her back. Once she was on the ground, she managed to lift her head enough to see the form of a crazed stag in the fog, blood dripping from his antlers. She had been gored. Strangled by hand and then up on antlers as her dad had done to those girls. What was next? Having her organs ripped from her? She checked herself as best she could. She didn't think the antlers had gone straight though or hit any organs, but she hurt and it was difficult to breathe.
Looking back at her gear, she tried to crawl to it, to get her rifle. It was too hard to move, even the tiniest movement made the pain in her back intensify. She did manage to snag her flare gun with her fingers and pulled it closer, firing a shot into the air. Voices be damned, she knew she needed help to get away from the deer. "Jake? Annie? Anybody?" She wanted to scream, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. "Help please, don't wanna die anymore. C'mon, you have to see that flare. Papa, you'll know it's me." She managed to curl up. The stag was moving closer again and she had to try to protect her head and chest. As she waited for help to arrive, even as she felt the stag standing over her, bending his head to trail his antlers over her body like it might stab her again - she knew she wanted to live.