[Requiem] Escape from Hell
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basts_tailOOC Warning: This has at least an MA rating to it, possibly an R, for Violence. You have been warned.
1819
Somewhere in Eastern Europe
The Girl with no name
She woke on the floor of her cell. Staggering to her feet, she collapses after a few steps, hiding behind the straw on the floor. Dimly she could hear screaming – he was playing with one of the others then. Finally she collapsed back into the oblivion of the dark, praying for death.
She had no idea how long she was out. When she finally woke, the door to her cell was open.
She had no idea how long she had been here. No idea of anything. Dressed in the barest of rags, bruises, scarring, puncture wounds. She creeps to the door, and out of the cell, padding down the corridor. The other cells were empty. No one was in sight, and the castle was silent. Finally she came to the lab. Peering in she cringed with memory, staggered back against a wall as a brief memory surfaced…. Strapped to the table, as he performed his tests, a way of drawing blood from the body into a jar, or a tap, as though she was a water bag…. Turn on the tap and blood will flow… keep the vein open….
There was a sense of being watched.... someone guiding her steps.... who had opened the door to the cell? Why was there no one around?
She staggered back and ran, moving quickly, with an animals instinct for survival. Finally she reached the courtyard, and the people loading the last wagons. She hid, watching them, and heard them say that he had disappeared. That one of his colleagues had taken over, although who, she had no idea. Dashing to the wagon, she hid inside it as it rolled away. One of the crates was stamped with the Port of Calais, France, on the other side of Europe.
From the shadows, the woman looked out of her hood, and whispers softly "Go with god, little girl." She turns and melts into the darkness, back to another wagon, checks the contents of the casket and departs, her staked cargo in the back.
1819
Somewhere in Eastern Europe
The Girl with no name
She woke on the floor of her cell. Staggering to her feet, she collapses after a few steps, hiding behind the straw on the floor. Dimly she could hear screaming – he was playing with one of the others then. Finally she collapsed back into the oblivion of the dark, praying for death.
She had no idea how long she was out. When she finally woke, the door to her cell was open.
She had no idea how long she had been here. No idea of anything. Dressed in the barest of rags, bruises, scarring, puncture wounds. She creeps to the door, and out of the cell, padding down the corridor. The other cells were empty. No one was in sight, and the castle was silent. Finally she came to the lab. Peering in she cringed with memory, staggered back against a wall as a brief memory surfaced…. Strapped to the table, as he performed his tests, a way of drawing blood from the body into a jar, or a tap, as though she was a water bag…. Turn on the tap and blood will flow… keep the vein open….
There was a sense of being watched.... someone guiding her steps.... who had opened the door to the cell? Why was there no one around?
She staggered back and ran, moving quickly, with an animals instinct for survival. Finally she reached the courtyard, and the people loading the last wagons. She hid, watching them, and heard them say that he had disappeared. That one of his colleagues had taken over, although who, she had no idea. Dashing to the wagon, she hid inside it as it rolled away. One of the crates was stamped with the Port of Calais, France, on the other side of Europe.
From the shadows, the woman looked out of her hood, and whispers softly "Go with god, little girl." She turns and melts into the darkness, back to another wagon, checks the contents of the casket and departs, her staked cargo in the back.
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Date: 2006-11-05 01:25 pm (UTC)=^..^=