Unread postby serbii » March 8th, 2013, 1:26 am
You nod slowly and hug George a little tighter. She clucks and ruffles a few feathers in response so you smooth them down and softly murmur some nonsense. Yes. You can be good. A nice, well behaved girl. And they’ll put you in the field. You already killed one of those things. Yes, yes, nice and sane. And you can track down the meanies. Make them rue the day they wrong you. It’s their fault, THEIR FAULT. Stupid Rabbit Face and Jerk Teleporter and the Parrot. They had names. Did they have names? You think they did. Anyway, such rueing they will do, for bringing that thing down on you (they did that right?), and tying you to a lamp post and, and... being MEANIES! Like Rosenmeanie, though she gave you George, so she mightn't have to rue quite as much.
“...Can I have a duck and a goose too?”
“We’ll see how you go with the chicken first.”
You nod again. “New clothes?”
“We’ll provide some new clothes.”
Sniffle. “Can I have chocolate cake? And a lollipop?” Have to have a lollipop.” You hit her with the puppy dog eyes.
“I’ll ask them to send up some food now that you’re awake.”
“And ice cream!” you insist. Traumatic times call for ice cream.
“I’ll see what I can do. If there’s anything else...?” She stands to leave and you shake your head, “I’ll be seeing you again.”
You nod. You hope she brings you another bird. You focus on George for a little while. Hungry, they’ll bring food soon right? You unstrap your other wrist, then your feet. Moving still hurts after your horrible, completely unawesome adventure. So you don’t bother getting up. You put George back in her cage but leave it open, then start to experiment. Ok, so you can run really fast. What else? You try moving your arms fast. Yes! Zoom zoom *CRACK*... hmm... that would be your hand hitting the wall. You inspect your hand. It does not look cracked, doesn’t really hurt either. You inspect the wall. A chunk of plaster is missing, there’s a sort of wire mesh beneath it, and beneath that is brick, the mesh is bent and the bricks below cracked. You look between you hand and the wall a few times. Then punch the wall at normal speed. OW! FUCK! WHY DID YOU-!? Your hand hurts like you just punched a brick wall. Owowow bloody hell. Tears in your eyes. The door opens. Quick! Look innocent!
It’s a guy in one of those dreadfully plain, medically looking shirts, that’s about all you notice as more importantly, he has food.
“Food.” You say intelligently.
“Good to see you up,” he replies.
“Food.” You reiterate.
He gives an odd smile, moves George’s cage and places the food on the swivel tray thing. Lasagna, some peas and corn, potatoes, cake (cheesecake, disappointing), ice cream.
“Lollipop” you demand.
He searches around in his pockets and hands you a strawberry chupa chup. He may not need to do much rueing. You stick into your food as he leaves. Give the vegetables to George. You finish and pick George up again. Tired. Achey. Deep breath, deep breath... It’s getting dark. You allow yourself to think again. It takes you 18 seconds to burst into tears.Ohgodohgodohgod you’re a freak, a horrible, cursed freak. You don’t even know half the details of being a freak. Your parents are dead, your home is gone, your life is gone, parents are dead, parents are dead, you keep circling back to that. Crying hurts, can’t breath, can’t stop. George escapes your arms at some point but you don’t notice. Maybe it’s all a nightmare, you’ll just wake up in your own bed and things’ll be okay...You fall asleep eventually, exhausted.
You wake up, still sore in your...everywhere. You groan and look around, only to nearly jump out of the bed when you see someone leaning against the wall in the corner of the room. You kind of recognize her- she was with Capella when you were found on the lamp-post.
“Hey,” she greets you. “Uh, I’m Amy. Amihan...but Amy for short.”