Post by Queen of Hearts on May 20, 2010 11:17:15 GMT -5
“You were born during the eclipse,” her mother’s voice came to her softly, spellbinding the little girl, “It was a swelteringly hot august night and your father was watching the moon as she began her descent into darkness. The big old mutt dog that he had rescued when he was boy howled just as the water broke heralding the beginning of labor. “ A gentle chuckle and a soft hand tousled the unruly curls, mangled from a little scrap she’d been in with some neighborhood boys. “You were a fighter even then little one. Oh they way you’d kick in those last few months. We thought you were going to burst through at times!” A scoop up into the woman’s arms, short lived, for little Mayim wasn’t the type of child who liked to be held. “So then,” the story continued, “we’ve a howling mutt outside, and the moon hides her face, and as if on cue, you burst forth, and your father lifts you up, proud as a peacock, so he was.”
“Mother?” came the query from the restless child, who even now began to pace as she thought, “If he was so proud, why did he go?” The answer came, the certainty in the voice, as always, making her feel better. “Never d’you doubt that he loved you more than anything. Never!” Hands grasped hers, the only mother, parent, she’d ever known. “He love for you was so great that he had to go.” Her voice grew sad now, the feeling almost palpable. “He had great enemies, your father did, and he must draw them away, for a newly born child and women just given birth cannot defend themselves. He went one way on his own, and we came here.” The woman gestured to the shop where she made and sold charms and potions, and in the evenings told fortunes. “He would come back were it safe, and will, when he’s found a place for us to be child.” Then Mayim was cleaned up, bandages over her scrapes and cuts, and sent on her way again.
Mayim opened her eyes, angry from the tear that erupted from the dream. Her mother. Lying bitch! She turned over in her bunk, gasping softly at the cramp in her stomach. The mystery stew from last night’s dinner must not be agreeing with her. She felt another cramp, and doubled over until it passed. Silently, she slipped from her cot, careful not to wake the other girls within the state run shelter, and made her way to the bathroom. As she sat down to relieve herself, blood caught her eyes and she frowned, at first thinking maybe she’d gotten cut in that territory fight yesterday, but then another cramp hit and she swore, cleaning herself up and digging in the cupboard here for the products they had for just such an occasion. She’d learned of these things from the other girls, of course, that betrayer of a woman, she’d called mother, long since dead. And good riddance, she thought to herself as she climbed back into the bunk and fell back to slumber.
She was playing in the bathtub, having a mock war with her zoo animals, with her mother looking on folding towels. All of a sudden, they both heard a weird howl off in the distance, and Mayim looked up at Mother for reassurance, and the woman was frozen. She became aware of the inquiring gaze and smiled weakly. “That sounded just like that old dog your father used to have.” The girl went back to her play, the zoo animals were victorious, and she climbed out, and grinned at her mother as she was wrapped in a warm, fluffy towel fresh from the dryer. “Tell me about my father again?” she asked as she had on so many night. Her mother started to say something, but was cut off by another howl, the same howl, only, this one sounded like it was right outside, and it made the hairs on Mayim’s neck stand out straight. Without another word, the woman scooped her up and stuffed her into the linen closet with the other fresh towels. “No matter what, do not come out of there until I come for you.” She hesitated. “Or until you see a policeman.”
Confused, the little girl did as was asked, curling up there. It was warm and comfy in there, and she was tired as eventually she feel asleep. Some time later, she was awoken by loud voices and she stirred, reaching for the door, but remembering the warning from Mother, she stilled and listened. Her mother, “..from MY house, you walking pieces of filth.” The answer was snarled, a really weird accent, but Mayim could understand it, though some of the words she didn’t know but she thought that the scary male voice was asking about her brother. But Mother didn’t have any siblings, didn’t have anyone but Mayim. She listened as they interrogated her ‘Mother’ and learned. More than she ever wanted to learn. Her mind spun with revelations. ‘Mother’ was really her aunt. Her father was in some sort of gang, on the run from these bad guys. Her real mother had died in childbirth. Everything was a lie.
One hand went to the pouch around her neck, the waterproof pouch that never came off, not even in the bath, A supposed gift from her father and she tugged at it, trying to pull it free. It wouldn’t give and then she froze as something moved past her closet. Something inhuman. She peered through the slats at the shadow thing and it swung its head around to stare at the closet. It was a big dog, like the one her father had owned, big and black. Its nostrils were flaring as it sniffed, and its eyes. Its eyes were red. Not bloodshot, wholly red. It lifted its head and gave off a howl, that eerie howl that they had heard earlier, only with the proximity of it to her, she was enwrapped in fear, the girl child, and she trembled as she found herself wanting to run. But there was no where to go , she was trapped within the towels, though she pushed herself far back against the wall. Finally, it went away, and she breathed again, now she was definitely not going anywhere.
Some time the next day, she was roused by a pounding at the front door of the shop/residence. Mayim blinked in confusion, before it all came rushing back to her. The daylight making her braver, she crawled from the closet, and made her way towards where the voices had been last night. The store area. The scene she burst in on was far worse than her imagination had told her it could be. The corpse of the woman who she had always thought was her mother was there, recognizable from the green dress parts. They had shredded her to pieces. They had defecated on what was left of her, and for some reason, the slowly working mind of the girl thought there should be more...parts. The rib cage was torn open and the cavity within was mostly empty. There was urine and the afore mentioned excrement, globs of an odd substance that her older self would have recognized as ejaculate. They found her there, staring at all this, the police bursting through the door. She babbled out her story, some women neighbors crossing themselves and muttering about demons. Mayim, still wrapped in the towel, was led away, eventually to come to live in the shelter.
The rustling of the other females waking up for breakfast, roused her as well, she snapped wide awake, resisting the urge to reach out and punch the noisy ones. At least she was out of the dream, she heartily wished they’d just go away. She didn’t want to see, didn’t want to remember any of it. A hand went to the pouch still around her neck. She’d decided to keep it. Someday, she’d find her father and have her questions answered. Someday. But for now, breakfast. Wince as a cramp hit. And a painkiller. She’d always made fun of the women who’d whined about how terrible they felt at that time of the month. Now she knew why. Even when she’d had both bones in her left arm broken it hadn’t hurt like this. She shook it off, reminding herself that she was a survivor, and millions of women dealt with it, she could damn well do it. And she was lucky that nature had taken so long to attack her. Most girls got theirs when they were much younger.
Owing to that, and her general bad mood due to the dreams, she decided to skip out on school, she’d be dropping out soon enough anyhow, and head out to the bayou. There was something relaxing about being out there, about getting out of the city. As she wandered along the streets towards the edge of town, she was waylaid by a group of adolescent thugs, their leader, calling out to her lewdly, his white teeth gleaming against his chocolate brown skin. She took a step forwards, towards him, as if to give into his offer, and then quicker than he could react, her fist struck those teeth and he staggered backwards. Another one got a combat boot to the stomach. From behind though, an arm came around her throat and her temper flared, and she snarled. And the world changed. She was lower to the ground, head tilt, fur hands, paws. The conversion confused the gang as much as it did her, and they got the hell out of there. She panicked, her anger disappeared, and she was Mayim again, sitting on her ass in the middle of the alley, petrified.
Not stopping to think, she got her ass out of there, running as fast as she could like the devil himself was chasing her. She didn’t stop until she got to the outskirts of town and plunged into the bayou area. She never noticed the black shadow keeping pace with her, flitting along with her. Mayim threw herself down on a rise of grass and curled up. She could not wrap her mind around what happened just now, somehow the images got confused with the night she had seen her Mo---Aunt- be murdered. She had turned into the same as that thing with the red eyes. What if it had been here. Could she have done that? Her mind roiled and she didn’t notice the men until it was too late.
Mayim jumped to her feet, looking around at the five, no four, men, and the one woman. These were different than the thugs she’d fought off earlier. These were pure evil. They were unkempt, and their eyes. Insane The lot of them were insane. She backed up a step and was grabbed from behind. A massive hulk of a man, bigger than any man she’d ever seen before, who started telling her what he was going to do to her. “Over my dead body,” she snarled, sending her elbow for his gut as hard as she could and stomping hard on his bare foot. He shifted but didn’t let go and she writhed, biting and clawing, gashing along his skin, but nothing worked and she began to panic. Then she felt a hand on her thigh and she lost her temper again, and again, she changed. This time she didn’t bother to think about it. She just started killing. In the end though, they were too many for her. Swarmed, they got in one good blow across the head, which stunned her almost to the point of blacking out, and she fell back into human.
Two of the males were dead, and the female was fatally wounded, but the massive male was still very much alive and it was he who took her first, the others holding her, one wrapping something around her throat to keep her breathing at a minimum. She fought as they changed places, but one of the other men melted into a terrifying wolfman form and slashed across her bared abdomen. As it spurted blood, he used the wound there like the first one had used elsewhere, blood coursing along her body, wounds and menstrual mixing with the fluids from the males. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly and she hadn’t finished fighting yet, still trying randomly to break from the hands of her tormentors. Somehow, impossibly, as she opened her eyes, there were more of them, her stomach heaving as she saw one of them fucking the corpse. The last straw was when she saw one eating one of the other people she had killed. She heaved her breakfast to the side, then slid into darkness.
When she awoke, she was in a place she didn’t recognize, the landscape kept shimmering out of the corner of her eye and the whole place felt...greasy, full of slime. The sheer wrongness of the place made her gut roil again, and if she had anything left in her stomach, it would have come up as she looked at herself. She could see part of her intestine hanging out, in another place she could see the bone of her rib. One leg was broken, the bone sticking out of the skin at a sickening angle. Blood, her virginity and the menstrual, was caked and dried along her naked thighs, and her arms were bound behind her. Hauled to her feet by the large man, she howled in pain as the movement brought to life all the pain, and she was forced forward, to the edge of something, some sort of curlicue.
“We can keep you alive for a long time,” the cruel voice whispered in her ear, “Tormenting your body every day, until you beg for death, but you will not get it.” A soft, almost gentle chuckle, and then he latched his teeth onto her ear and bit a chunk off, causing a yelp from her, and she tried to struggle, tried to break from his grasp. He cut out her good leg from underneath her and shoved her so that she fell to the floor, her cheek falling onto the beginning of the path. “Or, you dance the Spiral.” Blood poured from her, more blood than she thought she had within her, but the ear that he had just bitten, where it lay upon the black glassy path, it did not, it was numbed. The pain from it was gone. “Come, bitch,” he kicked her in her stomach, a squelching sound as his foot pushed more of her organs free. “Dance. Dance and give your blood to the Wyrm.”
She wasn’t really sure what he was talking about, her brain fogged from the sustained injuries, but she knew of the two options which one she didn’t want. So she wiggled forward, slithering like a worm, dragging her guts along the obsidian road. And something happened. The minute her feet left the other ground, and her whole body was upon the spiral, she no longer hurt. All of a sudden she felt fine. She flexed her arms and the bonds shattered, and she crawled farther, now on hands and knees, morphing into the black wolf that she had been, her fur changing as she went along now an odd grayish-greenish. And then the pattern took hold of her mind, her body healing as her mind fractured. It took hours, it took seconds, time wavered, but some time later, she completed the pattern, and then fell to her knees as voices erupted in her head, taunts, promises, rewards, threats, many personalities fighting, offering, threatening. Eventually one won out and a deal was made. There were many others in a semi-circle, one leaned forward, all eyes intent on her and she tried to speak, to share the revelations, but somehow command of language eluded her and she let loose a stream of nonsense syllables. “Aymgrahrw.” And fell face first, out cold, onto the floor of the cavern.
“Mother?” came the query from the restless child, who even now began to pace as she thought, “If he was so proud, why did he go?” The answer came, the certainty in the voice, as always, making her feel better. “Never d’you doubt that he loved you more than anything. Never!” Hands grasped hers, the only mother, parent, she’d ever known. “He love for you was so great that he had to go.” Her voice grew sad now, the feeling almost palpable. “He had great enemies, your father did, and he must draw them away, for a newly born child and women just given birth cannot defend themselves. He went one way on his own, and we came here.” The woman gestured to the shop where she made and sold charms and potions, and in the evenings told fortunes. “He would come back were it safe, and will, when he’s found a place for us to be child.” Then Mayim was cleaned up, bandages over her scrapes and cuts, and sent on her way again.
Mayim opened her eyes, angry from the tear that erupted from the dream. Her mother. Lying bitch! She turned over in her bunk, gasping softly at the cramp in her stomach. The mystery stew from last night’s dinner must not be agreeing with her. She felt another cramp, and doubled over until it passed. Silently, she slipped from her cot, careful not to wake the other girls within the state run shelter, and made her way to the bathroom. As she sat down to relieve herself, blood caught her eyes and she frowned, at first thinking maybe she’d gotten cut in that territory fight yesterday, but then another cramp hit and she swore, cleaning herself up and digging in the cupboard here for the products they had for just such an occasion. She’d learned of these things from the other girls, of course, that betrayer of a woman, she’d called mother, long since dead. And good riddance, she thought to herself as she climbed back into the bunk and fell back to slumber.
She was playing in the bathtub, having a mock war with her zoo animals, with her mother looking on folding towels. All of a sudden, they both heard a weird howl off in the distance, and Mayim looked up at Mother for reassurance, and the woman was frozen. She became aware of the inquiring gaze and smiled weakly. “That sounded just like that old dog your father used to have.” The girl went back to her play, the zoo animals were victorious, and she climbed out, and grinned at her mother as she was wrapped in a warm, fluffy towel fresh from the dryer. “Tell me about my father again?” she asked as she had on so many night. Her mother started to say something, but was cut off by another howl, the same howl, only, this one sounded like it was right outside, and it made the hairs on Mayim’s neck stand out straight. Without another word, the woman scooped her up and stuffed her into the linen closet with the other fresh towels. “No matter what, do not come out of there until I come for you.” She hesitated. “Or until you see a policeman.”
Confused, the little girl did as was asked, curling up there. It was warm and comfy in there, and she was tired as eventually she feel asleep. Some time later, she was awoken by loud voices and she stirred, reaching for the door, but remembering the warning from Mother, she stilled and listened. Her mother, “..from MY house, you walking pieces of filth.” The answer was snarled, a really weird accent, but Mayim could understand it, though some of the words she didn’t know but she thought that the scary male voice was asking about her brother. But Mother didn’t have any siblings, didn’t have anyone but Mayim. She listened as they interrogated her ‘Mother’ and learned. More than she ever wanted to learn. Her mind spun with revelations. ‘Mother’ was really her aunt. Her father was in some sort of gang, on the run from these bad guys. Her real mother had died in childbirth. Everything was a lie.
One hand went to the pouch around her neck, the waterproof pouch that never came off, not even in the bath, A supposed gift from her father and she tugged at it, trying to pull it free. It wouldn’t give and then she froze as something moved past her closet. Something inhuman. She peered through the slats at the shadow thing and it swung its head around to stare at the closet. It was a big dog, like the one her father had owned, big and black. Its nostrils were flaring as it sniffed, and its eyes. Its eyes were red. Not bloodshot, wholly red. It lifted its head and gave off a howl, that eerie howl that they had heard earlier, only with the proximity of it to her, she was enwrapped in fear, the girl child, and she trembled as she found herself wanting to run. But there was no where to go , she was trapped within the towels, though she pushed herself far back against the wall. Finally, it went away, and she breathed again, now she was definitely not going anywhere.
Some time the next day, she was roused by a pounding at the front door of the shop/residence. Mayim blinked in confusion, before it all came rushing back to her. The daylight making her braver, she crawled from the closet, and made her way towards where the voices had been last night. The store area. The scene she burst in on was far worse than her imagination had told her it could be. The corpse of the woman who she had always thought was her mother was there, recognizable from the green dress parts. They had shredded her to pieces. They had defecated on what was left of her, and for some reason, the slowly working mind of the girl thought there should be more...parts. The rib cage was torn open and the cavity within was mostly empty. There was urine and the afore mentioned excrement, globs of an odd substance that her older self would have recognized as ejaculate. They found her there, staring at all this, the police bursting through the door. She babbled out her story, some women neighbors crossing themselves and muttering about demons. Mayim, still wrapped in the towel, was led away, eventually to come to live in the shelter.
The rustling of the other females waking up for breakfast, roused her as well, she snapped wide awake, resisting the urge to reach out and punch the noisy ones. At least she was out of the dream, she heartily wished they’d just go away. She didn’t want to see, didn’t want to remember any of it. A hand went to the pouch still around her neck. She’d decided to keep it. Someday, she’d find her father and have her questions answered. Someday. But for now, breakfast. Wince as a cramp hit. And a painkiller. She’d always made fun of the women who’d whined about how terrible they felt at that time of the month. Now she knew why. Even when she’d had both bones in her left arm broken it hadn’t hurt like this. She shook it off, reminding herself that she was a survivor, and millions of women dealt with it, she could damn well do it. And she was lucky that nature had taken so long to attack her. Most girls got theirs when they were much younger.
Owing to that, and her general bad mood due to the dreams, she decided to skip out on school, she’d be dropping out soon enough anyhow, and head out to the bayou. There was something relaxing about being out there, about getting out of the city. As she wandered along the streets towards the edge of town, she was waylaid by a group of adolescent thugs, their leader, calling out to her lewdly, his white teeth gleaming against his chocolate brown skin. She took a step forwards, towards him, as if to give into his offer, and then quicker than he could react, her fist struck those teeth and he staggered backwards. Another one got a combat boot to the stomach. From behind though, an arm came around her throat and her temper flared, and she snarled. And the world changed. She was lower to the ground, head tilt, fur hands, paws. The conversion confused the gang as much as it did her, and they got the hell out of there. She panicked, her anger disappeared, and she was Mayim again, sitting on her ass in the middle of the alley, petrified.
Not stopping to think, she got her ass out of there, running as fast as she could like the devil himself was chasing her. She didn’t stop until she got to the outskirts of town and plunged into the bayou area. She never noticed the black shadow keeping pace with her, flitting along with her. Mayim threw herself down on a rise of grass and curled up. She could not wrap her mind around what happened just now, somehow the images got confused with the night she had seen her Mo---Aunt- be murdered. She had turned into the same as that thing with the red eyes. What if it had been here. Could she have done that? Her mind roiled and she didn’t notice the men until it was too late.
Mayim jumped to her feet, looking around at the five, no four, men, and the one woman. These were different than the thugs she’d fought off earlier. These were pure evil. They were unkempt, and their eyes. Insane The lot of them were insane. She backed up a step and was grabbed from behind. A massive hulk of a man, bigger than any man she’d ever seen before, who started telling her what he was going to do to her. “Over my dead body,” she snarled, sending her elbow for his gut as hard as she could and stomping hard on his bare foot. He shifted but didn’t let go and she writhed, biting and clawing, gashing along his skin, but nothing worked and she began to panic. Then she felt a hand on her thigh and she lost her temper again, and again, she changed. This time she didn’t bother to think about it. She just started killing. In the end though, they were too many for her. Swarmed, they got in one good blow across the head, which stunned her almost to the point of blacking out, and she fell back into human.
Two of the males were dead, and the female was fatally wounded, but the massive male was still very much alive and it was he who took her first, the others holding her, one wrapping something around her throat to keep her breathing at a minimum. She fought as they changed places, but one of the other men melted into a terrifying wolfman form and slashed across her bared abdomen. As it spurted blood, he used the wound there like the first one had used elsewhere, blood coursing along her body, wounds and menstrual mixing with the fluids from the males. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly and she hadn’t finished fighting yet, still trying randomly to break from the hands of her tormentors. Somehow, impossibly, as she opened her eyes, there were more of them, her stomach heaving as she saw one of them fucking the corpse. The last straw was when she saw one eating one of the other people she had killed. She heaved her breakfast to the side, then slid into darkness.
When she awoke, she was in a place she didn’t recognize, the landscape kept shimmering out of the corner of her eye and the whole place felt...greasy, full of slime. The sheer wrongness of the place made her gut roil again, and if she had anything left in her stomach, it would have come up as she looked at herself. She could see part of her intestine hanging out, in another place she could see the bone of her rib. One leg was broken, the bone sticking out of the skin at a sickening angle. Blood, her virginity and the menstrual, was caked and dried along her naked thighs, and her arms were bound behind her. Hauled to her feet by the large man, she howled in pain as the movement brought to life all the pain, and she was forced forward, to the edge of something, some sort of curlicue.
“We can keep you alive for a long time,” the cruel voice whispered in her ear, “Tormenting your body every day, until you beg for death, but you will not get it.” A soft, almost gentle chuckle, and then he latched his teeth onto her ear and bit a chunk off, causing a yelp from her, and she tried to struggle, tried to break from his grasp. He cut out her good leg from underneath her and shoved her so that she fell to the floor, her cheek falling onto the beginning of the path. “Or, you dance the Spiral.” Blood poured from her, more blood than she thought she had within her, but the ear that he had just bitten, where it lay upon the black glassy path, it did not, it was numbed. The pain from it was gone. “Come, bitch,” he kicked her in her stomach, a squelching sound as his foot pushed more of her organs free. “Dance. Dance and give your blood to the Wyrm.”
She wasn’t really sure what he was talking about, her brain fogged from the sustained injuries, but she knew of the two options which one she didn’t want. So she wiggled forward, slithering like a worm, dragging her guts along the obsidian road. And something happened. The minute her feet left the other ground, and her whole body was upon the spiral, she no longer hurt. All of a sudden she felt fine. She flexed her arms and the bonds shattered, and she crawled farther, now on hands and knees, morphing into the black wolf that she had been, her fur changing as she went along now an odd grayish-greenish. And then the pattern took hold of her mind, her body healing as her mind fractured. It took hours, it took seconds, time wavered, but some time later, she completed the pattern, and then fell to her knees as voices erupted in her head, taunts, promises, rewards, threats, many personalities fighting, offering, threatening. Eventually one won out and a deal was made. There were many others in a semi-circle, one leaned forward, all eyes intent on her and she tried to speak, to share the revelations, but somehow command of language eluded her and she let loose a stream of nonsense syllables. “Aymgrahrw.” And fell face first, out cold, onto the floor of the cavern.