Whiskey character study written for bookishwench
Who is she?
Her fingers move slowly over the scars on her face and there's a flicker...a memory...a truth.
these do not have to be
She closes her eyes and images form behind them.
A dancing figure in leather. Red lips. Spike heels.
Braids in her hair and glasses sliding down her nose.
neither are real
Opening her eyes, she blanks her mind, smooths down the white cotton lab coat, returns to work.
the biggest lie of all
As she works, running blood tests and routine exams, bandaging the occasional injury, she focuses solely on her job.
Familiar test tubes and microscopes.
Familiar laboratories.
Familiar.
not right
She turns, catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, starts to drop her eyes automatically, stops.
Blue in her hair, leather the color of old blood forming over her blue stained skin. No scars.
yes
Dr. Saunders is a lie. Whiskey is a lie. Fred is a lie.
With a shriek of triumph Illyria bursts from the prison of flesh and her monstrous tentacles wipe out this false world.
End