You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Characters Ema Skye
Rating R? It's gory, and picks up where a certain other dream left off. However, as before, I'm not terribly graphic about it.
Summary Ema has another dream. This one isn't nearly as traumatic as the first.
Location GeneCo's hospital ward.
Date/Time August 4, oh-dark-thirty
Status narrative, completed
Ema was sprawled across the lab table, open and exposed to all the world. She was naked and covered in her own blood; she had been cut open like a fish and never sewn back together. The professor had taken what he'd wanted from her. Her remains, even as they still lived and breathed, didn't matter at all. She had been left to die and rot.
And this was how he found her.
His presence went completely unnoticed until he reached out and touched her, smoothing her hair and gently pulling it out of her face. With what little strength she could muster, she turned her head to look up at him. His expression was mostly even, but his eyes--that vivid aquamarine color--betrayed his concern. She tried to speak, to explain herself, but he hushed her; he knew, he said, and she needed to save her energy.
He went about the gory business of realigning her insides and sewing her closed with practiced efficiency. There was no pain, and she wondered vaguely if that was because she was no longer capable of feeling it. Or perhaps he was merely being that gentle with her. This man wasn't the cold, cruel scientist that his father was. This procedure had nothing to do with science--it was about fixing her.
Saving her.
It wasn't until he finished that the alarm set in. Her chest cavity was still empty where the professor had cut out her heart. She bolted upright, looking around the laboratory in a panic--was there any sign of it anywhere? How could she survive without a heart? It wasn't scientifically possible. She'd die like this. She had to tell him that she needed one. "My--!"
A finger on her mouth to silence her. Oddly, there was no blood on it--there was no blood anywhere, in fact. "I didn't forget." She watched as a hint of a smile crossed his lips before he leaned in and kissed her.
She felt a thump in her chest.
Rating R? It's gory, and picks up where a certain other dream left off. However, as before, I'm not terribly graphic about it.
Summary Ema has another dream. This one isn't nearly as traumatic as the first.
Location GeneCo's hospital ward.
Date/Time August 4, oh-dark-thirty
Status narrative, completed
Ema was sprawled across the lab table, open and exposed to all the world. She was naked and covered in her own blood; she had been cut open like a fish and never sewn back together. The professor had taken what he'd wanted from her. Her remains, even as they still lived and breathed, didn't matter at all. She had been left to die and rot.
And this was how he found her.
His presence went completely unnoticed until he reached out and touched her, smoothing her hair and gently pulling it out of her face. With what little strength she could muster, she turned her head to look up at him. His expression was mostly even, but his eyes--that vivid aquamarine color--betrayed his concern. She tried to speak, to explain herself, but he hushed her; he knew, he said, and she needed to save her energy.
He went about the gory business of realigning her insides and sewing her closed with practiced efficiency. There was no pain, and she wondered vaguely if that was because she was no longer capable of feeling it. Or perhaps he was merely being that gentle with her. This man wasn't the cold, cruel scientist that his father was. This procedure had nothing to do with science--it was about fixing her.
Saving her.
It wasn't until he finished that the alarm set in. Her chest cavity was still empty where the professor had cut out her heart. She bolted upright, looking around the laboratory in a panic--was there any sign of it anywhere? How could she survive without a heart? It wasn't scientifically possible. She'd die like this. She had to tell him that she needed one. "My--!"
A finger on her mouth to silence her. Oddly, there was no blood on it--there was no blood anywhere, in fact. "I didn't forget." She watched as a hint of a smile crossed his lips before he leaned in and kissed her.
She felt a thump in her chest.