8th Crack in the Universe // Amy Pond
[The feed opens at a strange angle, showing only the blank white of the facility ceiling before it starts to move. Ragged breathing can be heard while the ‘berry is shifted and tilted, as if the movements are an extreme effort to whoever is performing them. Finally, the ‘berry is propped up against the base of the wall and shows Amy Pond lying in a heap a few feet away. Her face is smeared with blood and lifted only an inch or so above the growing puddle of red on the floor. Her left arm is extended out to her ‘berry.
Her entire body is shaking as she pulls her hand away and uses her elbows to raise herself higher. As she shifts, anyone can see a bloody scalpel clutched in her right fist. She finally looks at the camera but her eyes are glazed and delirious with fever. There is also a fine sheen of sweat over any exposed skin not covered in gore. Her hair is matted and sticks to her skin, it’s usual ginger color mixed with darker red. When she speaks her voice is raspy and loud. The inside of her mouth is red with blood as well. And she’s probably angrier than most have ever seen her.]
Did you lie to me?! You said if I found the right one, I’d be cured! I cut them all out! You liars! [She scoops up a handful of blood smeared white pills and tosses them at the ‘berry, most of them falling short or gone way off to the side. And even that small effort seems to have exhausted her more.] You goddamn filthy liars! I’ve cut out every single one I could find...
[Her breathing becomes faster and shallower as her eyes squeeze shut in a grimace. Every movement is excruciating. At first, it could seem like she was only covered in blood, fallen into it or had it pored on her, but it’s actually seeping slowly out of dozens of small cuts all over her.] I did what you told me. I followed the rules. But you lied to me! There never was a blue one! So now I just have to die... just die hurting. Everything hurts... inside and out. Cutting, burning. Spots of black and white and red... [Then suddenly, all at once the rage washes out of her and she seems to crumble.]
I’m sorry, everybody. I’m sorry, I sorry, I... I tried. I did. I tried to get out. I tried to beat it. Kenzi... I’m sorry I didn’t call. They said I didn’t have time. I had to find it... find it before the fever got so bad... Before I couldn’t...[She pauses and stares off somewhere far away, as if she forgot what she was saying. She seems to draw in on herself, the fever flush in her cheek unable to mask the paleness of the rest of her skin wherever it’s visible.]
I don’t wanna die... [A sob catches in her throat and she drops her face to the floor again. Her body starts to shake more violently, the muscles in her back bunching and pulling with exaggerated shivers. Panting, she steels herself and raises her head again. Her eyes focused somewhere beyond the ‘berry.] I’m so sorry.
[She reaches out to turn off the camera, her left arm snaking across the floor. Just as she’s about to cut the feed, something catches her attention and her eyes snap into sudden focus.] There! [She pulls her hand back with a sudden jerk, her wrist fully extended. Bearing it wide open as she stabs the scalpel into the smooth flesh.
A spurt of blood and the feed cuts out.]
Her entire body is shaking as she pulls her hand away and uses her elbows to raise herself higher. As she shifts, anyone can see a bloody scalpel clutched in her right fist. She finally looks at the camera but her eyes are glazed and delirious with fever. There is also a fine sheen of sweat over any exposed skin not covered in gore. Her hair is matted and sticks to her skin, it’s usual ginger color mixed with darker red. When she speaks her voice is raspy and loud. The inside of her mouth is red with blood as well. And she’s probably angrier than most have ever seen her.]
Did you lie to me?! You said if I found the right one, I’d be cured! I cut them all out! You liars! [She scoops up a handful of blood smeared white pills and tosses them at the ‘berry, most of them falling short or gone way off to the side. And even that small effort seems to have exhausted her more.] You goddamn filthy liars! I’ve cut out every single one I could find...
[Her breathing becomes faster and shallower as her eyes squeeze shut in a grimace. Every movement is excruciating. At first, it could seem like she was only covered in blood, fallen into it or had it pored on her, but it’s actually seeping slowly out of dozens of small cuts all over her.] I did what you told me. I followed the rules. But you lied to me! There never was a blue one! So now I just have to die... just die hurting. Everything hurts... inside and out. Cutting, burning. Spots of black and white and red... [Then suddenly, all at once the rage washes out of her and she seems to crumble.]
I’m sorry, everybody. I’m sorry, I sorry, I... I tried. I did. I tried to get out. I tried to beat it. Kenzi... I’m sorry I didn’t call. They said I didn’t have time. I had to find it... find it before the fever got so bad... Before I couldn’t...[She pauses and stares off somewhere far away, as if she forgot what she was saying. She seems to draw in on herself, the fever flush in her cheek unable to mask the paleness of the rest of her skin wherever it’s visible.]
I don’t wanna die... [A sob catches in her throat and she drops her face to the floor again. Her body starts to shake more violently, the muscles in her back bunching and pulling with exaggerated shivers. Panting, she steels herself and raises her head again. Her eyes focused somewhere beyond the ‘berry.] I’m so sorry.
[She reaches out to turn off the camera, her left arm snaking across the floor. Just as she’s about to cut the feed, something catches her attention and her eyes snap into sudden focus.] There! [She pulls her hand back with a sudden jerk, her wrist fully extended. Bearing it wide open as she stabs the scalpel into the smooth flesh.
A spurt of blood and the feed cuts out.]