I feel it’s time I said the things I have kept to
myself, for fear of making things worse; a foolish idea, really, because losing
Blair is the worst that could have happened to us.
Every night, She comes to me with taunts, showing me
the past and – I assume – the future, as it may have been had Blair survived.
I watch him endure, every night, the most
mind-breaking of torture, Her glimpses of ‘what may have been’ sharp and cruel
contrasts.
In the interest of full disclosure (Blair had no
secrets but one) I will confess, some of the things She chooses to show me are
not chaste. Images of Blair pressing me down to the mattress, Alyssa behind
xim, her hands sliding over his shoulders – and then it flashes back to the
torture, jarring, and I’m allowed to wake.
Every night for the first few days, She asks if I
wish to know for certain whether or not Blair gave in to her and became a
Scion; then, She let me see with certainty that xe did not.
I cannot say this comes as a comfort.
If Blair had become a Scion, maybe xe would not have
died.
Alongside the sleepless nights, I – like Alyssa – am
being continuously left tokens, things that belonged to Blair or that remind me
of xim. Sometimes, instead, I am brought stems, and I know they must belong to Daisy
Chain; I’ve burned every single one.
We compared, and Alyssa is not being brought those;
instead, she keeps finding little tears or strips of red cloth.
I have been neglecting Windmill’s care; this morning
I made sure to rectify this, but the horse nearly kicked me.
With bladed hooves, that would have no doubt been
lethal. I managed to move faster than I thought myself capable of.
Windmill huffs and snorts, paws at the ground,
continuously restless – I am sure that he knows Blair is gone.
Lastly, on the front of the hostel, it appears as
though it’s becoming a busier place, whether it’s due to people dropping in for
a night or two or because we can feel
the presence of PREs and/or their proxies just outside.
With all these scraps and tokens being brought to
Alyssa and to myself, she believes the PRE known as the ‘Black Dog’ – the PRE
who tormented Blair for years – has set its’ sights on the two of us, to begin
with.
Ruby Tuesday is always lurking out there, it seems,
and we are all aware that she has designs on this place…just as we are all
aware that she has taken Sheryl’s presence as some sort of personal offence
(Sheryl has yet to entirely recover, incidentally).
Daisy Chain ran off, but we are certain she will
return. We would run, but we haven’t the first clue where to go, and I have
been running myself ragged in an attempt to make up for my extended period of
uselessness; as it is, I still feel I’m drifting.
Besides, I can’t bear
the thought of running from her; I would much rather take her head off her shoulders
and string it up using those goddamn stems.
Wait... I WAS RIGHT?!
ReplyDeleteThe Black Dog really was here for you guys?
That's Great!
Er I mean sucks for you guys and all.
It's a shame really, I was hoping that I could get a chance to kill you and DM. Sister loves absorbing Scarlet-marked. I think it's because she still bears a grudge for Mother.
Delete~The Coward and The Parasite
I really should pay a visit to this Hostel one day. Well, if it's still standing.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of which, good luck with 'Ruby Tuesday' and the Black Dog. You'll need it.
Haha, you forgot to mention Daisy. Besides, knowing how things pan out when the attention of multiple of us are present, more will come or there servants to play around.
DeleteSuch is life.
~INSANITY
You will succeed at nothing if you keep on going with your anger, they are taunting you for a reason, taunting you on a personal level, getting you all fired up, it's hard to resist, but honestly there is no choice, weather you like it or not, if your goal is to survive, than both of you must start thinking straight and wide and not on a single target which is revenge, payback and blootbath.
ReplyDelete- Mr. Incognito.