Glance 173
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[Red, yellow, blue and pink with green and white are obnoxiously colorful on the screen obviously not from a standard camera. She sits curled close to the wall slowly coming to wakefulness. There are flat, long, moving masses of blue only barely visible moving across the smooth, flat cement ground. The bits of audio are soft rustling noise of Elle Driver moving to sit upright. Was that a hiss?]
What the fuck? [The figure on the screen reaches up to to eye level, there is a black band across her eyes from an object that does not radiate heat.]
Metal? What the fuck! [Her raised voice echoes.] What the fuck is this shit?
[Static crackle, a distorted voice speaks.] Good morning, Elle. Or is it? The time does not really matter. While you do not move there is the possibility you have all the time in the world, provided the company I've provided for you doesn't wander.
[As if prompted, there is a distinct, soft rattling noise.]
What fun is that? It isn't what you want, you who strive so hard to gain recognition--praise for your talents by any means necessary. I want to play a game. Within this room is the key to unlock the device from your head and the way out. It is attached to a tail on one of the thirty. A third of them are poisonous. All of them are aggressive, not unlike yourself. Are you willing to die for your own stubborn nature or will you creep, grovel and live? The California Mountain Snake is a predator among snakes, why else would they also be called Kingsnakes? Are you worthy of such a name, Elle Driver?
You fucking bastard, get down here and I'll show you exactly what you can call me!
[She stands rather quickly. A hand stays on the wall for balance only momentarily as she turns about groping, punching and kicking the air. Her movements are clumsy.]
DICK! BASTARD! SHITHEAD!
I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!
[Naturally, a kick causes too much of a weight shift and she falls backward, a loud rattle and hiss floods the audio.]
O-oh, shit. Oh God...
[Red, yellow, blue and pink with green and white are obnoxiously colorful on the screen obviously not from a standard camera. She sits curled close to the wall slowly coming to wakefulness. There are flat, long, moving masses of blue only barely visible moving across the smooth, flat cement ground. The bits of audio are soft rustling noise of Elle Driver moving to sit upright. Was that a hiss?]
What the fuck? [The figure on the screen reaches up to to eye level, there is a black band across her eyes from an object that does not radiate heat.]
Metal? What the fuck! [Her raised voice echoes.] What the fuck is this shit?
[Static crackle, a distorted voice speaks.] Good morning, Elle. Or is it? The time does not really matter. While you do not move there is the possibility you have all the time in the world, provided the company I've provided for you doesn't wander.
[As if prompted, there is a distinct, soft rattling noise.]
What fun is that? It isn't what you want, you who strive so hard to gain recognition--praise for your talents by any means necessary. I want to play a game. Within this room is the key to unlock the device from your head and the way out. It is attached to a tail on one of the thirty. A third of them are poisonous. All of them are aggressive, not unlike yourself. Are you willing to die for your own stubborn nature or will you creep, grovel and live? The California Mountain Snake is a predator among snakes, why else would they also be called Kingsnakes? Are you worthy of such a name, Elle Driver?
You fucking bastard, get down here and I'll show you exactly what you can call me!
[She stands rather quickly. A hand stays on the wall for balance only momentarily as she turns about groping, punching and kicking the air. Her movements are clumsy.]
DICK! BASTARD! SHITHEAD!
I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!
[Naturally, a kick causes too much of a weight shift and she falls backward, a loud rattle and hiss floods the audio.]
O-oh, shit. Oh God...