Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-25 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells |
Who: Helena
What: Helena has a dream in which she gets turned into a conscious statue and she has some...side effects upon waking.
When: Late 6/25 into morning 6/26
Where: Helena's house
Warnings: Torture in the form of psychological torture
Status: Narrative; complete upon posting
As she'd expected, Helena's dreams had started up again after a reprieve. After using her time machine had failed and, ultimately, broken her mind further, Helena had once again turned to searching for Artifacts. Specifically the ones regarding time travel. She needed to go back in time save her daughter, no matter what the cost. Even if that cost was her own sanity. Of course, Helena was banking on the theory that changing the past would undo everything that happened between Christina's death and now, thus putting right all of the wrongs that she'd done in the time that had passed.
Helena was looking for an instant remedy, something to give her her daughter back and to repair all of the damage she'd suffered. The weight of her grief over Christina was too much to bear, so she'd buried it deep inside of her. For a while, she'd held onto hope that she could fix it. Now, hope was giving way to insanity, to anger and frustration. She needed to make this right, make her life right, and she refused to accept that her daughter was gone. But, of course, she'd also begun to put a plan together. Helena had searched long and hard, and finally had found one piece of the Minoan Trident, a piece that she'd hidden by attaching it to Christina's coffin. It was a last-ditch plan, one that was cooked up by her growing anger as well as the Trident itself getting its hooks into her.
Which was why when she'd located an Artifact that should have worked to send her back and save her daughter, she'd grossly miscalculated. Helena wasn't in her right mind anymore, not by a long shot. And it wasn't until her attempt to use the Artifact resulted in the death of a fellow Agent that she realized that she had become a danger. She turned herself in to the Regents. This time she did not plead for her life. This time, she asked to be Bronzed. She'd thought that it would give her peace, that she would one day awaken in a better world and be able to come to terms with herself and her grief.
Helena stood as the Bronzer was prepared, very few things going through her head save for thoughts of how she'd failed everyone. As her wrists were locked into the manacles within the chamber, Helena caught Caturanga's eye. She said nothing, but she conveyed her apology to him in the look she gave him. His expression was a sad one, though Helena could hardly tell if it was sad because of the fate she'd chosen, or sad because he regretted recruiting her to the Warehouse in the first place. Whatever it was, Helena didn't have long to dwell on it as the chamber was closed and the Bronzing process was begun.
Whatever Helena had thought the experience would be like, it wasn't this. Her body from head to toe was encased in solid bronze. To the outside world, she was a statue, one that was placed among the other statues in the Bronze Sector like a bronze terracatta army. It was too late to reverse the process, too late to change her mind. For she realized there was no peace to be had. She would not sleep.
Helena was fully conscious. Alive and yet not. She could not move and her body was in suspended animation. She would not physically age, but her mind was fully alert, fully aware of her condition. And in the dream, Helena screamed as loud as she could, but the sound was one only heard within her own mind.
And that was when Helena woke up, her eyes snapping open. She tried to sit up, but she found she couldn't move. Helena was breathing and her eyes could move and she could blink, but everything else wasn't moving. No matter how hard she tried, Helena's body was frozen in place. Realization set in on what was happening. But more than the effects of her dream carrying over into her waking life was the fact that Helena's mind was once more starting to break along with her dream self's mind. She felt the fear, the anger, and the intensity of both of those emotions was too great for her to bear.
And she began to scream internally.