Writing and requests!
WHOO, one last bit of original writing for class (before the poetry section starts), the shortest one, though doubtless to be changed (aka several pages longer) by the time I rewrite it for the end of the semester. This piece is for POV, and thus written in third person objective, meaning you can only write what would be able to be seen or heard. I tried my best!
Rabid
Barely breathing, the girl paused before the automatic glass doors of a partially burnt down hospital. The charred and broken sign above it read only ‘Saint A’. The girl scoffed, swinging a metal bat from one hand to the other, muscles flexing powerfully in her stocky build. The glass doors made no effort to open for her, (“Power is out…” she whispered to the emptiness) so she slammed the bat into them, face contorting with exertion.
The first hit barely damaged them, only a few thin cracks snaking from the impact. She cursed just below her breath, pausing to rub each arm before she tried again. This time, the effect was more visible, one door cracked nearly all the way through. She grinned.
The third time, the glass of the right door shattered inward, and thousands of glittering, deadly shards tinkled against the chequered tile of the inner lobby. The girl stepped cautiously over the glass, bat held tight in her fingers as she scanned the room, first to the left, then to the right, dark eyebrows furrowing as a small sound drifted through the silence. Sobbing.
She raised the bat on high as she approached the front desk, the sobbing growing louder with each step forward, becoming almost manic.
“Come out.” she commanded, knuckles turning white, but her voice trembled.
A hand emerged from behind the desk: slender, pale, with long curved nails painted blue, but only barely visible under the layer of dried and drying blood. More and more emerged, blue sweater, blue scrubs, blond, matted hair, all bloodied. The figure looked up, round glasses broken over a broken nose.
“Cordelia…. Cordelia Cordelia Cordeliacordeliacordeliacordeliacordelia…” the nurse crawled on hand and knee toward the girl, Cordelia, and gripped tightly at fabric of her loose, Army-green cargo pants. “Alone… alone… all gone now.”
Cordelia bent slightly, placing a hand on the nurse’s shoulder, but recoiled immediately, her hand covered in fresh blood. A wound- a bite- gaped there, the wool of her sweater soaked. Cordelia stumbled back, bat once more at the ready, eyes wide.
The nurse looked up, giving something like a smile with two teeth missing, blood and spittle foaming at the corners of her mouth as her breath grew harsh. “Please.”
The crack of the bat echoed throughout the lobby, again and again and again, blood obscuring the nurse’s nametag; ‘Kara’, and then, silence.
Cordelia bent, quickly, and plucked the nametag from the reddened scrubs, thrusting it into the pocket of her pants, where it clinked lightly against other objects of metal or plastic. She staggered away, hand clapped tightly over her mouth, gagging as she found a wall to lean against.
“I can’t stop.” she whispered, once again to nothing. “I’m almost there…” She pushed off the wall and didn’t look back.
Hope you enjoyed! o7 Also, stealing a meme from anasyrma, the first five people to request can have a drabble or sketch of their choice! Go wild, I need the practice!
EDIT: I AM SMART. Part of the meme is that you have to post the meme yourself if you request.SINCE I forgot to post that, you only have do it if you want to. ;;;;;; YEAHHHH GO ME. Also, it's technically six requests, because anasyrma gets one for free because I stole it from her. And because her drabble for me was DELICIOUS. *3*
Rabid
Barely breathing, the girl paused before the automatic glass doors of a partially burnt down hospital. The charred and broken sign above it read only ‘Saint A’. The girl scoffed, swinging a metal bat from one hand to the other, muscles flexing powerfully in her stocky build. The glass doors made no effort to open for her, (“Power is out…” she whispered to the emptiness) so she slammed the bat into them, face contorting with exertion.
The first hit barely damaged them, only a few thin cracks snaking from the impact. She cursed just below her breath, pausing to rub each arm before she tried again. This time, the effect was more visible, one door cracked nearly all the way through. She grinned.
The third time, the glass of the right door shattered inward, and thousands of glittering, deadly shards tinkled against the chequered tile of the inner lobby. The girl stepped cautiously over the glass, bat held tight in her fingers as she scanned the room, first to the left, then to the right, dark eyebrows furrowing as a small sound drifted through the silence. Sobbing.
She raised the bat on high as she approached the front desk, the sobbing growing louder with each step forward, becoming almost manic.
“Come out.” she commanded, knuckles turning white, but her voice trembled.
A hand emerged from behind the desk: slender, pale, with long curved nails painted blue, but only barely visible under the layer of dried and drying blood. More and more emerged, blue sweater, blue scrubs, blond, matted hair, all bloodied. The figure looked up, round glasses broken over a broken nose.
“Cordelia…. Cordelia Cordelia Cordeliacordeliacordeliacordeliacordelia…” the nurse crawled on hand and knee toward the girl, Cordelia, and gripped tightly at fabric of her loose, Army-green cargo pants. “Alone… alone… all gone now.”
Cordelia bent slightly, placing a hand on the nurse’s shoulder, but recoiled immediately, her hand covered in fresh blood. A wound- a bite- gaped there, the wool of her sweater soaked. Cordelia stumbled back, bat once more at the ready, eyes wide.
The nurse looked up, giving something like a smile with two teeth missing, blood and spittle foaming at the corners of her mouth as her breath grew harsh. “Please.”
The crack of the bat echoed throughout the lobby, again and again and again, blood obscuring the nurse’s nametag; ‘Kara’, and then, silence.
Cordelia bent, quickly, and plucked the nametag from the reddened scrubs, thrusting it into the pocket of her pants, where it clinked lightly against other objects of metal or plastic. She staggered away, hand clapped tightly over her mouth, gagging as she found a wall to lean against.
“I can’t stop.” she whispered, once again to nothing. “I’m almost there…” She pushed off the wall and didn’t look back.
Hope you enjoyed! o7 Also, stealing a meme from anasyrma, the first five people to request can have a drabble or sketch of their choice! Go wild, I need the practice!
EDIT: I AM SMART. Part of the meme is that you have to post the meme yourself if you request.SINCE I forgot to post that, you only have do it if you want to. ;;;;;; YEAHHHH GO ME. Also, it's technically six requests, because anasyrma gets one for free because I stole it from her. And because her drabble for me was DELICIOUS. *3*