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Post by Firekat on Jan 15, 2011 22:21:44 GMT -5
(( this thread is a tie-in to 'looks better on you'))
* I'm tired*
* Everything that's happened today... my power's being swapped out for that little brat's... leaving me like... like THAT. A Monster. A disgusting bug-faced FREAK. I could hear everyone laughing... see everyone staring at me... all of their eyes just glaring down at me. I couldn't let them see me.... not like that. All I wanted was to know how to turn this off. To get back to normal. But she wouldn't tell me... everything went hazy... and then...*
*Boom*
*I don't remember much after that.... I don't want to think about what little I do remember before waking up here... cold and alone on a medical cot, wearing one of those backless hospital gowns and with some measly little blanket to try to cover up with...*
* It's so quiet in here...*
*Nobodies here... not the blue furball... not the spaz... none of the losers who'd be standing to get a look at the freak-show. None of the mocking crowds that should be here pointing and laughing, enjoying my suffering... my fall from grace. Why aren't they here? Don't... don't I matter? Did my becoming some hideous abomination make me something they can all just forget about and shove away?*
* Why is it so damned quiet???*
* I've got to get up... I've got to shove myself out of this bed and throw something... ANYTHING... I want to bang on the walls and break out the windows and scream at the top of my lungs... just to make this horrible silence stop! But.... I'm just so exausted... the only thing I can manage is letting out this pitiful little squeak... my eyes swelling up as it weakly echoes through the air.*
* I pull these lame covers up... trying to huddle up to get warm in this cold... dark... lonely place...*
* I just want to die*
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Post by Hastur on Jan 25, 2011 23:04:02 GMT -5
I walk through the doctors office, looking around. Everyone was so busy, nobody really noticed me walking on my own. They we’re all talking about how our powers got all jumbled up. Everyone was really concerned. I wanted to help figure it out, but they just said I should keep quiet, and try not to use Kami’s powers. Man, they still are treating me like a little kid. I bet I could help, if they let me. Ya, I’ll go back there and tell them that I’m goanna figure this out all on my own, and then they will look stupid for thinking I couldn’t. And once I’m the big hero, they wont even ask me to do math homework anymore, and I’ll get an extra dessert every night. Ya, this is going to be super!
Oh, but first, Juice. There needs to be juice. Nobody ever came up with any good ideas without a box of juicy juice in their hand.
I head back to the vending machines, and slide a dollar into the slot. Then again, and again, till the machine finally takes it from me.
“B…2”
I have to stand on tippy toes to reach the buttons, but I Manage. My tail twirls happily when the juice box plops out of the machine. I grab it in one paw, and turn to head back to see all the others. Now that I’ve got Grape juice, I’m unstoppably super smart! Robin to the Rescue. I skip through the hallway, and push open the door. But, where’d the room go. This door was supposed to go to the room we’re everyone was. Instead, there’s just Kat. I flinch, seeing here there all of the sudden, laying in bed. But, then I remember how I beat her before. I can do this. She turns to me, and…its almost like looking at a different person. She’s got no meanineness in her eyes anymore. She looks like she is about to doze off, but cant. And there’s this smell in the air. It’s a sad smell, and a afraid smell to.
I was happy that I’d finally managed to stand up to her…but now…maybe I was the one who was the bully.
My tail droops down behind me, as I look at the floor, not sure what to say.
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Post by Firekat on Feb 3, 2011 2:34:57 GMT -5
* I just lay here... still shivering... still staring. Exhausted beyond belief. I desperately want to sleep.... want to just let this living nightmare fade... hoping I'll wake up and everything will be back to normal. Hoping this can just fade away like any other nightmare... and I can walk around this crummy school like none of this ever happened.*
* But it won't.*
* This insatiable ball in the pit of my stomach won't let me forget it. This ugly, sickening, painful feeling in my gut keeps screaming back at me... there is no turning back... you're a freak now... a horrible freak... everybody knows it... everybody's seen it.... your life is ruined and nobody gives a damn. And there is nothing you can do about it....*
* nothing at all *
* It's not fair*
* None of this is FAIR!!!*
* My eyes well up as that same pitiful little squeak passes my lips.... as much as I want to kick and scream and break everything in sight... that is all I can stand to muster. I try closing my eyes again... trying again to get to sleep... only for my eyes to open seconds later. A tiny squeak echoes through the dimly lit silence... the door opening. Someone.... someone's here... I... I haven't been forgotten. I turn my head, slowly... happiness and fear driving me to see who it is... only to be met with disappointment.*
* It isn't the doctor, or giganta-spaz, or that Irish twerp who took my powers...*
* It's the brat. Standing there in the doorway... holding one of those juice box in his little furry paws, a confused look plastered all over her face.*
* I blink... a shiver running through my body. A momentary replay of what laid me out in this cot... that flash... a shock-wave rippling over me, through me, sending pulses of pain ripping over my body... and then screams... and... and. My hand trembles as it clenches the blanket as I force that horrible memory into the back of my mind...*
* And we both just stare... *
* This new awkward silence cast over the room... it's worse than the one before. Before with none there... it was like I was forgotten... now... these feelings inside... the look in her eyes... it's like I'm laying on damn slab in the morgue. She just stands there... looking down at the floor just as I close my eyes. I try to roll back over, whispering out through the silence as my head is pointed up at the ceiling.*
"....what do you want...."
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Post by Hastur on Mar 1, 2011 18:11:20 GMT -5
We both just look at each other, and everything is really, really quiet. Not totally quiet, there’s still the slight buzz of the lights, and the pulsing rhythm of air going in and out with each of our breaths. I’m not sure if it’s because of how quiet everything else is, or if it’s because my newer ears are better at listening. Makes me think of little red riding hood. What big ears I have.
The better to hear the silence with.
She asks, very softly, what I want. Not really sure. Well…except to leave, now that I’m here. I really wish I could turn around and walk out. But, I do feel kind of bad now. I remember what it was like, when I woke up in the hospital after the car crash. It was cold, and there was the beep beep beep of the heart machine. That was the worst, going from in the back seat, to looking up at a ceiling I’d never ever seen before. I wonder if that is what it’s like for Kat. I remember somebody said she’d been to the hospital before, that she got operated on. Just like always, nobody wanted to tell me about it.
I walk over to the bed, and hold out my juice box to Kat, smiling.
“You should drink this, it helps. When I change back, I’m always really thirsty”
When I woke up in the hospital, it was cold and scary. I know that if I we’re on the bed, instead of Kat, I’d want someone to talk to, and tasty grape drink.
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Post by Firekat on Mar 2, 2011 11:12:26 GMT -5
* Even with that furry little twerp in the room... it's still just as quiet as it was before. For what seems like hours she doesn't say anything... or do anything... just stands there. It's like she's silently gloating, savoring how far I've fallen. It's bad enough she bitch-slapped me in front of everyone, but she doesn't have to torment me with her presence.*
* I just lay... just staring up at the ceiling. This is just like before... after those freaks cut me open... after.... after they tried to... Even after we moved across the country... this dump is exactly the same... it smells the same... it sounds the same... the ceiling tiles even look the same. I weakly reach under the covers, running my finger up along my stomach. It's gone... that horrible mark is gone... You'd think I'd be happy... but I'm NOT.*
* Not if it comes around like this.*
* I don't know how she did it... but before I even knew she moved the twerp was right here by my bedside. She's got a goofy little smile plastered across her face as she offers me a drink out of her stupid little drink box, says she'd always get real thirsty after waking up.*
*... I look at her goofy smile.... that stupid little juice box.... and I just blink...*
"....ok...what are you up to.... what is this...."
* she just blinks at me.... and gives me one of the dumbest responses I've ever herd. Honestly... if I wasn't dumbfounded or if I had the energy right now I would scream. There is no way this is some 'innocent thing' going.*
"....that's not what...."
* I try to growl out.... only to start coughing halfway through. A horrible, painful coughing fit. My throat burning... even if her freak powers healed me up, it's still sore. I can't stand it... or the only alternative on hand. I don't want to give anyone the satisfaction of doing me another favor.... but... it's too much.*
* I lean over... taking a sip, feeling the cool juice run down my parched throat. These sour grapes soothing it. Relaxing it. I move back down on the bed... catching my breath as she just stands there. She's got to be enjoying this... watching me here... bedridden and helpless like this. Unable to stand... barely able to talk... forced to drink the juice she conveniently brought here.*
* I wait until I'm breathing normally until I speak up again... *
"....why... why are you d... doing this...."
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Post by Hastur on Mar 31, 2011 22:40:13 GMT -5
Poor Kat, she seems a little confused. I bet she’s still in a bit of a daze. It’ll probably be a while before she’s thinking all that straight again. And being dehydrated might not be helping either. All the more reason it’s a good thing I showed up. Kat doesn’t even seem to understand what I meant when I offered my drink, asking what it is.
“Its Grape Juice”
Oh, no…I don’t think that’s the answer she wanted. She growls at me, and starts to say something, her voice getting angry, but she has to stop and cough. I offer the drink again, waiting to see if she takes it. And thankfully, she takes it this time. I smile, knowing it has to be helping somewhat.
“Good, see, betcha feeling better all ready”
After taking a few breaths, she seems to calm down a little, which is good. She don’t seem so bad when she’s not yelling, you know. She asks why I’m doing this, and I’m not sure what she means. I mean, it’s just juice, and she looked thirsty. Its no big deal really. It only costs 1.25 from the vending machine.
“Doing what? Giving you juice? I don’t know, you seemed like you needed it”
A thought occurs to me
“oh, I get it. Sorry, Do you not like grape?”
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Post by Firekat on Apr 30, 2011 3:57:59 GMT -5
* She blinks again... still milking the adorable 'stuffed animal' angle as she plays cute an innocent, saying she just thought I needed some juice. Give me a break already. Then she thinks for a moment... and comes back wondering if I don't like grape.*
* Mother of GOD I have had enough of this!*
"....no... just... just forget about the juice...."
* I semi growl out... my voice still very weak. Even as weak as it is... it still booms over this cold, empty room. For a moment, it seems to return the way it was before. Dark, empty, lifeless. Even with her standing right there, her big puppy-pouting eyes betraying the surprise she feels inside, it's like I'm all alone. It seems to pass like an eternity before I compose myself, and speak...*
"....why are you here?
* My eyes move back to my bed... looking down at my lap. All through my life, nobody has ever been 'nice'... not without wanting something. They'll fake it best they can... be call nice and caring and pretend to give a damn... but for every book they carry, every test they answer for you, every gift they give, there is always a price-tag. Money, sex (yeah... like THAT was ever gonna happen), Social favors...*
* ... your affection without actually being there...*
* And now we have the twerp. Those big eyes, fuzzy little cheeks, and her juice. I'm good at reading people... but I'm drawing a blank on her. Like everyone else in this stupid school, we haven't clicked or anything. With the beach, and all that's happened just now... her blasting me with the Spaz's powers... all I can think of is she wants to enjoy her handywork... wants to see me broken, and twist the knife in further. But I'm not getting that from her. She's always been afraid, always found someone to hide behind when trouble came...*
* this... this just doesn't fit...*
"...why are you being so nice?"
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