Who: Christine Daae What: Nightmares R Us When: Spanning the time of the curse Where: Armand's apartment Warnings: My mind is messed up. So. Disturbing imagery. (blood, lots of blood, body parts, death, melting faces) Status: Narrative | Complete
She was running through a forest. Behind her were the sounds of screams. No matter how far she ran, it was never fast enough. She could hear the footsteps behind her, gaining ground as her feed grew more and more sore, bloodied. The shoes she'd been wearing had broken away into nothing. Skin was ripping, blood leaving a trail behind her. It was almost as if the bones themselves were coming closer to the ground, that her skin would just completely rip off and leave her stranded.
A branch caught her off guard, and the blonde cried out in pain as she fell to the ground, body twisting at an awkward angle. Hitting the ground, she tried to get up, only to see the form that had been chasing her on top of her. Her eyes went wide as a gloved hand covered her mouth, knee in her stomach.
"Such a waste of talent."
She tried to scream but it was muffled, and soon she felt a blade cutting into her throat, moving around the vocal chords. What is he.... It went on and on. She could feel her vocal chords being manipulated, she just didn't know why she should. All logic said that with the blood loss and the sensation she of bleeding into her lungs that she'd be dead, drowned in blood or having lost too much. Instead she was completely aware. She was just too weak to struggle. It almost felt like whomever it was behind the mask was elongating them in some way.
Christine flickered in and out of consciousness before finding herself strung up between the trees from her throat, the now elongated vocal chords holding her in place. She would move and a new pitch was made, her captor seeming to compose along the length.
"This is much better, don't you think?"
No. She didn't think that. But her voice was gone, only to be controlled by the shadow man.
She faded out of it and suddenly she was in an ocean, drowning in tears and blood. Everything hurt and she realized she was being pulled down by violin strings. Not any violin strings, her papa's violin strings. They were red in color, which shouldn't be the case and she shouldn't be able to tell, but as they cut into her skin, it was as if she could hear her father's voice lulling her into the depths of hell. She fought against them and the blood spilled from the lacerations along her skin.
Christine escaped but as she crawled onto the beach that was suddenly there, she was falling through a cold vault, ending up on a metal floor. Voices were screaming all around her. She was going mad. That's all there was to it. She was going mad and she would never be sane again. She was lost and no amount of pounding at mirrors and metal would get her out. It was spinning faster and faster, the wind whipping around her, suffocating her.
She screamed to be saved but it just got faster and hotter and more suffocating. She was going to die in there.
Desolation was taking it's place when she felt a hand reach down and pull her out. Relief filled her heart until she saw that it was the decomposing body of Armand, parts of his face seeming to be that of Raoul from her Dreams. What was happening?! She reached forward, to touch him, heal him and instead his body (their? It was hard to tell) just disintegrated into a wave of acid that fell over her and burned her skin. Only instead of staying there, the acid crept up her skin, and all she could do was watch in horror as it melted off and she was left with nothing but muscle and bone.
"Nonononononononono"
She tried to gather the acid and flesh, tried to put them all back together, but nothing. All it did was seem to make the flesh scream as if she hurt it. Armand was screaming. Raoul. Both. One. Maybe this was hell. Maybe this was all there was.