[JMM] Horror
[Set in wayward_au. Toying with an idea that we haven’t actually gotten to yet, but me testing it out to see how it works. Sam is likely_evil and Alloces is shrpcryinthedrk.]
She felt her heart beating and it scared the holy hell out of her.
Her heart didn’t beat. The body was dead so the heart didn’t beat. Bullets through the chest had a way of doing that, and she even still had the hole-regardless of how many times Lindsey had healed her. The consistent factor that never changed was the fact that she still had taken a bullet through the chest and that girl she was inhabiting was dead. Good and dead. Stone dead. So when she woke up and felt the gentle thud-thud thud-thud in her chest, she went from zero to panic in two seconds. She shot up into a sitting position, feeling it race as her panic increased. Her hand found its way over her heart, and she could feel it pounding through her skin. This was wrong, this was-wrong.
She felt someone stir next to her, and her head turned in shock and she pulled away quickly. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know him, and given their stages of undress she knew that she should, and she didn’t. She watched his shoulders roll as he started to look up and over at her, and she knew that she needed to get away. She needed to get away now.
She kicked her legs over the edge of the bed, needing to get up and away from him until she figured out what was wrong, when the world started turning on its axis, her vision swimming slow and hazy as her heartbeat started to race faster. It was after that she noticed her lung were burning, aching to breath, and she opened her mouth with a gasp, oxygen rushing into under-used lungs that left her coughing on the exhale, her body heaving as it tried to get used to breathing again. Once she could breathe again (she didn’t understand it any more than it was happening, but it was there), her breathing came in quick, shallow pants as the fear crawled through her body and over her skin, wondering what the hell had happened to her and why she was feeling this way.
Then the memories started coming.
It flooded her mind’s eye in the rush, hitting her all at once before she had time to brace herself for what was happening. As the years passed and the days and memories flashed before her eyes of everything she had done, all the people she’d hurt, all the people she killed, and she lurched forward, her hand coming to her mouth on instinct as she rose on shaky legs, running as fast as she could into the bathroom and doubling over the toilet, losing everything she’d eaten the day before-it wasn’t much, but it was enough and once the dry heaves had passed, she collapsed into the corner next to the toilet, her body shaking as she pulled her knees into her chest, making herself as small as possible.
She was broken.
There was something wrong with her.
She wasn’t supposed to feel this weak, this-helpless.
She was a demon. She was a demon.
She kept trying to turn these things over in her head, trying to swallow the fear and clear her head, trying to make things make sense, when the door to the hotel room blew open with a BANG!, and she heard footsteps stalking towards. She could feel the weight of the power in the room and fear called up her spine with a jerk, and she lowered her eyes, trying to make herself as small as possible to hide from the oncoming storm.
A surprisingly gentle hand landed on her arm, and she looked up slightly, just enough for whoever it was to move their other hand to the side of her face, moving her head so that she was looking him in the eye. It took her a moment to place who it actually was, having never seen the actual face of his meat without the underlying face of the demon beneath it. Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Alloces pleadingly, begging for him to have some kind of answer.
“What’s wrong with me?”
He paused for a moment, his face softening slightly, before running his fingers back through her hair. “You’re human.”
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She felt her heart beating and it scared the holy hell out of her.
Her heart didn’t beat. The body was dead so the heart didn’t beat. Bullets through the chest had a way of doing that, and she even still had the hole-regardless of how many times Lindsey had healed her. The consistent factor that never changed was the fact that she still had taken a bullet through the chest and that girl she was inhabiting was dead. Good and dead. Stone dead. So when she woke up and felt the gentle thud-thud thud-thud in her chest, she went from zero to panic in two seconds. She shot up into a sitting position, feeling it race as her panic increased. Her hand found its way over her heart, and she could feel it pounding through her skin. This was wrong, this was-wrong.
She felt someone stir next to her, and her head turned in shock and she pulled away quickly. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know him, and given their stages of undress she knew that she should, and she didn’t. She watched his shoulders roll as he started to look up and over at her, and she knew that she needed to get away. She needed to get away now.
She kicked her legs over the edge of the bed, needing to get up and away from him until she figured out what was wrong, when the world started turning on its axis, her vision swimming slow and hazy as her heartbeat started to race faster. It was after that she noticed her lung were burning, aching to breath, and she opened her mouth with a gasp, oxygen rushing into under-used lungs that left her coughing on the exhale, her body heaving as it tried to get used to breathing again. Once she could breathe again (she didn’t understand it any more than it was happening, but it was there), her breathing came in quick, shallow pants as the fear crawled through her body and over her skin, wondering what the hell had happened to her and why she was feeling this way.
Then the memories started coming.
It flooded her mind’s eye in the rush, hitting her all at once before she had time to brace herself for what was happening. As the years passed and the days and memories flashed before her eyes of everything she had done, all the people she’d hurt, all the people she killed, and she lurched forward, her hand coming to her mouth on instinct as she rose on shaky legs, running as fast as she could into the bathroom and doubling over the toilet, losing everything she’d eaten the day before-it wasn’t much, but it was enough and once the dry heaves had passed, she collapsed into the corner next to the toilet, her body shaking as she pulled her knees into her chest, making herself as small as possible.
She was broken.
There was something wrong with her.
She wasn’t supposed to feel this weak, this-helpless.
She was a demon. She was a demon.
She kept trying to turn these things over in her head, trying to swallow the fear and clear her head, trying to make things make sense, when the door to the hotel room blew open with a BANG!, and she heard footsteps stalking towards. She could feel the weight of the power in the room and fear called up her spine with a jerk, and she lowered her eyes, trying to make herself as small as possible to hide from the oncoming storm.
A surprisingly gentle hand landed on her arm, and she looked up slightly, just enough for whoever it was to move their other hand to the side of her face, moving her head so that she was looking him in the eye. It took her a moment to place who it actually was, having never seen the actual face of his meat without the underlying face of the demon beneath it. Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Alloces pleadingly, begging for him to have some kind of answer.
“What’s wrong with me?”
He paused for a moment, his face softening slightly, before running his fingers back through her hair. “You’re human.”
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