Rikki Barnes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
girlwithout) wrote2015-01-24 10:48 pm
girlwithout) wrote2015-01-24 10:48 pm
underneath the skin: part []
It's white and clean, but it smells like decaying bodies, like Bernard's basement. Her hands aren't cuffed to the chair anymore, but they still won't move, hanging at weird, broken angles.
You are a remarkable girl, Hunt tells her, but she hears it in different voices, different words, overlapping each other. She opens her mouth to tell him - tell him something, but instead of words, blood trickles out.
He wants her to stay. Or maybe he wants her to tell him something. She doesn't think she knows what he wants. It's hard to remember. Hunt thrusts a shovel at her, but she can't take it from him without the use of her hands. She has to dig. The floor is white and clean, but it gives under her feet like dirt. Rikki awkwardly starts pushing away the floor with her broken hands. There's a girl underneath, her skin rotting.
This is my daughter. Sophie smiles at Rikki shyly and grabs hold of her hand, but no matter what Rikki does, she can't pull the girl out of the floor. Sophie's stuck there, and her hands have tightened around Rikki's hands so hard in a rigor mortis hold that she can't even pull herself away. You have to, you have to let go, Rikki tries to tell her. Sophie opens her mouth.
One way or another, Nomad, you're going to die in this room.
You are a remarkable girl, Hunt tells her, but she hears it in different voices, different words, overlapping each other. She opens her mouth to tell him - tell him something, but instead of words, blood trickles out.
He wants her to stay. Or maybe he wants her to tell him something. She doesn't think she knows what he wants. It's hard to remember. Hunt thrusts a shovel at her, but she can't take it from him without the use of her hands. She has to dig. The floor is white and clean, but it gives under her feet like dirt. Rikki awkwardly starts pushing away the floor with her broken hands. There's a girl underneath, her skin rotting.
This is my daughter. Sophie smiles at Rikki shyly and grabs hold of her hand, but no matter what Rikki does, she can't pull the girl out of the floor. Sophie's stuck there, and her hands have tightened around Rikki's hands so hard in a rigor mortis hold that she can't even pull herself away. You have to, you have to let go, Rikki tries to tell her. Sophie opens her mouth.
One way or another, Nomad, you're going to die in this room.