|Kimberly Corman hearts nerds (cheatingdeath) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-01-15 02:06:00
|kimberly corman, meg, victor stone
WHO: Meg & Kimberly Corman narrative, then Kimberly and OTA
WHAT: Meg sends a message
WHERE: Lawrence cemetery, then inside the complex lobby
WHEN: Saturday evening into Sunday morning
RATING: Uhh maybe an R? Some graphic violence
STATUS: In progress
It was cold as hell, to be sure, when Kimberly walked out of the complex Saturday after work ended at 4:00. Sunset would be coming soon enough and Kimberly had already brought her camera bag and a few rolls of film with her to the infirmary with the intention of heading to a few different places in town after her shift for some scenic shots. There had been a few buildings that had caught her eye.
The plan was to be back a little after sunset so that she could get some really good shots of the sun going down but still make it back to the complex before dark. While she’d lost the majority of her crippling fears when Nate had rid her of the awful visions, the worst of which had been of her now best friend, Jess, Kimberly still carried around a healthy dose of paranoia to keep her on her guard. In a place like Lawrence, it was the only thing she could think to do to keep herself safe without becoming the hermit she once had been.
On her way to what had looked like an abandoned church a decent walk toward the roads less traveled in town, Kimberly stopped at the cemetery. More like, she’d felt compelled to do so. She’d woken up from the dead there. It was sickeningly ironic, really. From a wood chipper to the grass of a foreign cemetery. Come to think of it...she never had seen that woman who’d found her — Roxy, she thought — again. Lawrence was that kind of town.
Tentatively at first, Kimberly made her way inside. She made an outward effort to keep quiet and mind her step to remain respectful. If there was one trigger Kimberly had, it was disrespect to the dead; God knew Kimberly had seen enough death for a lifetime and the very idea of desecrating a place like this in any way horrified her.
When she’d made her way far enough inside not to be seen by and, subsequently, interrupted by others, Kimberly squatted down, setting her bag carefully down and dug out the camera and lens. She’d taken only a couple of shots of a tall monument that caught the sun just right for her to get a shadowy sort of light flare photo when she paused, stiffening as she listened. She’d thought she’d heard something, but when the sound didn’t continue, Kimberly shook her head and rolled her eyes, assuming that it was an animal and lifted the camera to her eye again.
Meg had been oh so good. No, really, thinking about it she had been so well behaved one could almost call her a saint. She’d done nothing that had drawn an extreme amount of attention to herself. She’d resisted jumping to defend herself when Ruby had slandered her, she’d resisted letting out any semblance of her true feelings towards any of the moronic humans. Who could blend in with humans? Meg could. And she did it oh so much better than Ruby had ever dreamt of! That bitch didn’t know the first thing about blending in. That just went to show you, once second best always second best. There was a reason that Meg had been Azazel’s first and favorite. Forgetting anything Ruby said toward the matter was important. Because....all right Meg had gotten pissed off after her whole mission had gotten messed up, but she had a reason to. Her father had left her in hell to rot. That wasn’t even punishment. That was worse than punishment. No one deserved to be left in hell like that. And her so-called father could have prevented that from happening, but rather than acting for his daughter, for the first-chosen-child of his....he’d left her there. Who wouldn’t be angry? The whole episode after had been more than warranted as far as Meg was concerned. She’d done nothing that wasn’t warranted. It had only taught her that she had to be wary, even of those that she was utterly devoted and loyal to, such as Azazel--or now Lucifer.
Of course Ruby had tried that shit about Lucifer thinking lowly of demons. And that might have been likely, it could have been, but the truth of the matter was that he was using demons. If he were using them, he obviously wasn’t too good for them. Meg, for one, was willing to take the risk because the alternative.....not helping him was even more dangerous. Meg knew how to pick the winning side. That was all that mattered. She was on the side that was going to win this whole war thing. That was the important part of the whole thing.
Now, Lucifer had asked Meg to lay low. She had done wonderfully at that so far, but one could only lay low with a horde of humans for so long before they went a little stir crazy. Meg was way passed stir crazy. Being a good girl was over-rated and she was bored. There was also the fact that the people....they’d gotten too complacent. They were in routines, and they felt safe. Nothing had disrupted their peace for far too long. They needed a reminder that they weren’t safe. They needed a reminder as to why the complex existed and why they were here in the first place.
It didn’t really matter who walked out of the complex on this particular day. Meg had set another demon up to the project of watching the complex for someone and following them. It had worked beautifully. Once she got notification that the straggler entered the cemetery it was too good to pass up. It was perfect. Being taken from a cemetery and tortured. The plan practically made itself. And really, Meg was so bored that any excuse to have a little fun was good enough.
That was why she found herself moving through the cemetery. The meatsuit that she was currently inhabiting was tall and strong, but thin and lithe. The stride that she had carried her so much quicker than her previous meatsuit, Ruby’s lifeless shell of a body. It seemed to take the idiot human a while to pick somewhere, but once she was busy at taking photos, well, it was the perfect opportunity to strike. Of course there were a few other demons waiting to assist Meg. She knew exactly what was going to happen. It was time to send a little message to everyone. Anonymously, of course.
It was almost comical, watching this girl. She was jumpy, so she wasn’t all together unaware of her surroundings, but she shook the sound that Meg had made off so easily. It had been a quick sound at the least, but one that wouldn’t happen again. After the girl calmed, returning to her task, Meg quickly came behind her. “You shouldn’t have relaxed so quickly.” Was all she said before her eyes shifted black and she didn’t even have to use her hands to get dirty, instead, she tapped into that lovely power--her telekinesis, throwing the girl head first at the very monument that she had just been photographing, ironic, no? Maybe not, but Meg grinned, watching the girl soar. It was so easy, like taking candy from a baby.
The unexpected sound of a voice — female, at that — caught Kimberly off guard, but before she could turn or even open her mouth to respond, she felt herself being thrust. Though she didn’t have a lot of time to consider the sensation, it felt as though someone had physically lifted and thrown her and she only managed to think to herself, somewhat hysterically and definitely with a level of fear even she didn’t understand — ...was she flying?
Kimberly’s head collided with the monument and she could almost hear the sickening thud before everything went fuzzy and then, as she crumpled to the cold, wet grass, black. She could still feel her head throbbing and she was pretty sure she could feel the hot moisture of blood in her hair but that was only for a moment before she fell into a brief unconsciousness.
The cold of the grass beneath was not lost on her, somehow, nor was the wetness seeping through her clothes from the still melting dusting of snow there. Kimberly couldn’t move and she couldn’t see, but she could hear; she could feel herself shaking — whether from fear or cold, she wasn’t sure but it was likely both.
Unsure of how long she’d been out before she could feel her eyelids fluttering, Kimberly tried and failed to lift her head to look around. She shouldn’t have come out by herself, that was all she could think. She should’ve asked Connor or Jason to come. Either of them, she was pretty sure, would’ve been bored enough with her endeavor to stay quiet and keep bored watch of her. But, it was a little late for that, she realized as she fully came to, wanting very badly to scream out of the sheer pain she was feeling. There was a white hot throbbing in her head; she could hear her heart beating rapidly in her ears.
When Kimberly opened her mouth to call out for help, no sound came out and it was then that she realized, too, that the wind seemed to have been knocked out of her and she gasped uselessly for air before it finally came, sending her into a sputtering of coughs and chokes. That feeling was uncomfortably familiar. She remembered it from when Dr. Kalarjin had brought her back from drowning the first time she’d died.
Connor had told her to be careful; that just because she couldn’t see Death coming anymore, didn’t mean it wasn’t there. At that thought, she reached slowly into her trench coat pocket, groping in an attempt to find her phone. She needed to text Connor. She needed his help.
The black eyes might have been even creepier than usual because of the grin that accompanied them at the moment. There was probably nothing more fun for Meg than watching someone get hurt. Or there were very few things that measured up to that, anyway. Considering how good she’d been lately, she needed this, and this was tame when compared to what she was capable of. Meg had possessed Sam Winchester. She was the first, the OG, the original. Nobody had done anywhere near as much as she had and she’d stand by that. Hell, she’d possessed Ruby a former of her own. This, this was fun and games. This girl wasn’t even a challenge. If she’d wanted to....Meg already could have killed her, she didn’t, though. This wasn’t about killing a worthless human who didn’t matter. This was about curing her boredom and sending everyone a message. They’d all gotten far too comfortable.
As her head collided with the monument and her body dropped to the ground, Meg smirked even wider. Stepping, closer, she could tell that the girl was out. It almost was too easy, which in theory would rob her of the fun she wanted to have, but that was impossible at the moment, actually. Meg stopped just short of the body, looking down at her. She really didn’t need to know who she was. “Keep a lookout, boys, things are about to get all sorts of fun.” The demons that she had with her didn’t matter, they were unimportant, really. They respected her, though, because they knew what was good for them. She wasn’t afraid to cut down any demon that got into her way. That, afterall, had been part of why she’d been chosen by her father to begin with.
Meg had only just pulled the knife out of the back of her pants, in her belt loop, when she noticed the girl seemed to be a bit short of completely knocked out. “Well, well.” Meg practically tsked. That was quicker than she’d thought. It hadn’t been long at all, but that was good for Meg. Victims were so much more fun when they were awake.
Stepping forward, Meg used her right foot, stepping down slowly on the hand in her pocket. Okay, maybe after she’d put her weight into it she might have ground her foot a little bit, but she couldn’t help it? Or something like that! She didn’t care if she hadn’t actually seen it move, it was there. “Ah, ah, don’t you know it’s rude to play with your phone when you’re otherwise occupied.” Meg said before she used the same foot that she’d used to step on the hand to nudge her hand away from the pocket, reaching down to see if her guess was correct. And wouldn’t you know that it was? She took the phone and didn’t hesitate in throwing it, with more force than was actually necessary, at a headstone. And that was all it needed, bye bye phone.
“Rope, I think she needs a lesson.” Meg didn’t lift a finger, one of the demons quickly came forward and grabbed the girl’s hands, tying them both together, the feet as well. And as an extra precaution the demon put a blindfold on her too. Meg didn’t want to be seen. She didn’t need this meatsuit associated with her yet.
Kimberly yelped out in pain when her hand was stepped upon. Before she could even fight it, the phone was pried out of her hands and she could hear it shattering against something, probably a headstone or another monument, if Kimberly had to guess.
Hearing the word rope and then also hearing the sound of others, of whom she had not realized were there at all until just then, Kimberly attempted to get to her feet, wanting to run. Only, she was dizzy and couldn’t see straight. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to get onto all fours much less stand before she was being jerked around, bound, and blindfolded.
The sting of the first slice surprised a gasp out of her before the pain actually registered. She could feel her collar bleeding down her chest and beneath her shirt, sticky and wet and uncomfortable. The second laceration, though...that one, she felt and the scream she emitted hurt even her own ears as the blade cut into the soft flesh of her stomach. Then...nothing. In retrospect, that was probably the point at which Kimberly fainted.
It was just like a human not to be able to handle a little bit of pain. They always had to be overdramatic with the stupid screams and freaking out like they were sheep...or maybe cattle was more appropriate? It didn’t matter. And the fighting....trying to get away, it was refreshing. Meg had honestly thought she’d just give up after that doozey of a fly into the monument, but she didn’t and it was a wonderful thing. It was so much more fun when the victim fought and tried to escape, clawed with desperation at what they would never get to. This girl, she wasn’t getting anywhere.
Once she was secured, Meg didn’t hesitate, slicing near the collar bone. Meg loved the sight of the blood bubbling up to the surface and seeping, or maybe it was meandering, or even perhaps flowing down below the shirt the girl was wearing. “I want you to remember something, and to spread the message.” Meg told the girl, pausing before the second slice. “No one is safe. Be a doll and don’t forget that.” Meg said before she went for the stomach, making sure this slice hurt more than the last.
Torturing was oh so much fun. It was really too bad that it couldn’t last forever.
By the time that Meg was done her hands were bloody, as were her clothes, but she was happy. Happier than she’d been in some time. Seeing the girl in so much pain, knowing that she’d caused it. It was more intoxicating, more exciting than anything else that existed in heaven, hell, or here. When Meg was done she knew the girl would never forget this encounter.
She had wounds, slices, all over her torso---her arms, belly, chest. Meg was fairly certain she had broken fingers. And then, well, she and her demon posse were none too gentle in transporting her. So bruises....well, they wouldn’t be much of a surprise, actually. Transporting her was one of the not so fun parts. Meg left her posse specific instructions, though. She wasn’t to die. They were to pay a hobo to drop her in the lobby of the complex. She even provided them the money. And in Kim’s pocket was a ripped piece of paper that read ‘no one’s safe-remember!’. Meg didn’t go with the posse, instead choosing to get herself cleaned up, though she didn’t particularly want to.
The posse did exactly as she said, out of fear. They got her near the complex and paid a hobo to dump her in the lobby of the complex that everyone thought was so safe.
She got the call a bit later. “We paid a hobo, she’s in the lobby.” And that was that. She didn’t give them a response. Now, it was going to be fun watching the shit hit the fan.
Kimberly wasn’t sure what time it was or how long she’d been out when she awoke again, shaking and cold, feeling as though she’d been hit by a Mack truck. Pain was everywhere. She could feel the grass had been replaced by linoleum; she was inside, at least.
It took a few minutes for Kimberly’s vision to begin to focus again and she realized that she could move, however very little without feeling the urge to scream. She was in the lobby, she realized. If she could make herself get up, even if it was onto all fours, she could be in the med bay in only a few minutes, if she figured in the snail’s pace she’d have to take. Jess would fix it; fix her. But Kimberly was drained and she didn’t want to endure any more pain, not just yet. All she wanted was to be back in time, deciding to go home and invite Connor to come along. This never would’ve happened if she’d just listened to him instead of being stubbornly independent in a place that was counter-productive to the very idea.
Startling when she heard footsteps, Kimberly strained her eyes off to the side trying to expand her peripheral vision. It had to be someone safe; demons couldn’t get inside. It didn’t occur to her that Lucifer probably could, mostly because subconsciously, she didn’t want it to. It took a couple of tries to get the sound to come out when she attempted to call out for the person; her voice terribly hoarse from lack of use, never mind from all of the screaming. “Help...me,” she managed, finally loud enough to be heard as she closed her eyes against the glare of the overhead lights. “Please,” she tacked on pathetically.