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Title: Released
Author: noirbabalon
Rating/Word Count: PG-13 / 507 words
How many times could she run that dim length? She didn’t know…felt she had been running forever and didn’t know why she couldn’t stop. There was no pain…only the pain in her mind. What there was of that. She knew something was not right but her thoughts scattered like the black flying roaches that lived under and in her bed, no matter how she screamed. Screamed and ran. Screaming and running. Over and over.
The stopping was so sudden she didn’t realise she had until she was back on her bed. Screaming. Her thoughts boiling, black carapaces, over and over, scuttling, like dry rasping, skittling sideways and never traveling in a straight line, never progressing.
She knew she’d been alone for a long time.
The only warmth, light flickering past. Never. Always. Totally in the dark now, more. There had been one, once but they were so weak and made so much noise they scared her more than the beetles.
Sometimes there were candle lights, more flickering light, but they never stayed alight when she walked near them, blinking out so fast and leaving only darkness.
She couldn’t remember if it had been once or more than once, but all of a sudden she couldn’t run her dim corridor…she was scattered and diaphanous like the netting on her wedding dress…that day… that day…she had been promised the world by him and he gave here that dim dark corridor of confusion and running and pain. His name…his name had been hers for so brief a moment but everything she had was then his. And he gave her this corridor…so precious, dim, dark and short.
The white line confused her…left her pacing, left her anxious…haha…anxious, anxious…it was on all sides of her now. Trapping her front and back, side to side, rocking and pacing…strange light, two strong flames like steady gaslight.
Their brightness hurt to look at after the dark and the noise of their voices, rising like the wind in the tree leaves, rustling and booming with the pulling…all confused her. How was she here…what was she doing? Running like the beetles under her feet, she threw her head back and screamed. The darkness was swallowing their light and her mind was being pulled down under the scuttling of those rasping, scratchy, beetles legs…the white line hurt, the white light burned and the words, the words ate her brain like piercing pincers…not into the dark…not into the dark…down the spiraling sink of sucking sound and the river flowed and the ferryman grinned…always...always…
With the spirit’s fading, the wind that followed it’s scattering blew out the 5 candles that Sam had laid on the pentacles points and the smudge smoke that rose from the bronze bowl at its centre, billowed and twisted like diaphanous gauze. With a sigh, he glanced at Dean and thought all his questions and the lack of answers he had for them. Avoiding each others thoughts the brothers gathered their tools, before opening the door. They walked the dim, narrow corridor into the waiting light.
Author: noirbabalon
Rating/Word Count: PG-13 / 507 words
How many times could she run that dim length? She didn’t know…felt she had been running forever and didn’t know why she couldn’t stop. There was no pain…only the pain in her mind. What there was of that. She knew something was not right but her thoughts scattered like the black flying roaches that lived under and in her bed, no matter how she screamed. Screamed and ran. Screaming and running. Over and over.
The stopping was so sudden she didn’t realise she had until she was back on her bed. Screaming. Her thoughts boiling, black carapaces, over and over, scuttling, like dry rasping, skittling sideways and never traveling in a straight line, never progressing.
She knew she’d been alone for a long time.
The only warmth, light flickering past. Never. Always. Totally in the dark now, more. There had been one, once but they were so weak and made so much noise they scared her more than the beetles.
Sometimes there were candle lights, more flickering light, but they never stayed alight when she walked near them, blinking out so fast and leaving only darkness.
She couldn’t remember if it had been once or more than once, but all of a sudden she couldn’t run her dim corridor…she was scattered and diaphanous like the netting on her wedding dress…that day… that day…she had been promised the world by him and he gave here that dim dark corridor of confusion and running and pain. His name…his name had been hers for so brief a moment but everything she had was then his. And he gave her this corridor…so precious, dim, dark and short.
The white line confused her…left her pacing, left her anxious…haha…anxious, anxious…it was on all sides of her now. Trapping her front and back, side to side, rocking and pacing…strange light, two strong flames like steady gaslight.
Their brightness hurt to look at after the dark and the noise of their voices, rising like the wind in the tree leaves, rustling and booming with the pulling…all confused her. How was she here…what was she doing? Running like the beetles under her feet, she threw her head back and screamed. The darkness was swallowing their light and her mind was being pulled down under the scuttling of those rasping, scratchy, beetles legs…the white line hurt, the white light burned and the words, the words ate her brain like piercing pincers…not into the dark…not into the dark…down the spiraling sink of sucking sound and the river flowed and the ferryman grinned…always...always…
With the spirit’s fading, the wind that followed it’s scattering blew out the 5 candles that Sam had laid on the pentacles points and the smudge smoke that rose from the bronze bowl at its centre, billowed and twisted like diaphanous gauze. With a sigh, he glanced at Dean and thought all his questions and the lack of answers he had for them. Avoiding each others thoughts the brothers gathered their tools, before opening the door. They walked the dim, narrow corridor into the waiting light.