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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:36 am
[POST 1]
As the sun began to rise, the sunlight trickled across Yvette's slumbering face. It was early morning, but the dark-haired girl had plenty of rest. She attempted to shield her face a bit from the harsh rays, but the light even broke through the cracks between her fingers. It must have meant it was time to get up. Her body ached as if she had been sleeping on solid rock all night.
As she planted her hand next to her to push herself off her bed, she found something strange. Instead of a nice warm bed, she found cold concrete kissing her fingers. She glanced around her, her dulled purple eyes taking in the fact she was now on a pathway to the quad. Hesitantly, she pushed her body up off the ground. She was still wearing her school uniform, since she had fallen asleep in it. Yet, this was so very strange, to wake up outside instead of in your bed. Even stranger, the sunlight looked a strange hazy red color, and the rest of the sky looked a smoky gray. Acting upon instinct, the girl began to run as quickly as her wobbly legs could manage back towards the dorms. As her legs carried her across the campus in a slower fashion than she would have liked, she couldn't help but feel a deep pang of hunger in the bottom of her belly.
It was a terrible disadvantage to die in her sleep, for she had no idea there had even been a fire or that she was even dead. Yet anybody who saw her knew might have questioned her health, from her slightly sickly green skin, to the way her body staggered down the sidewalk. Even her once deep purple eyes seemed to have dulled to a slightly purplish shade of gray.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:34 pm
[POST 1]
Everything had happened so quickly. All of his worldly possessions were gone. Everything. He was still clutching the pool stick close, the case not able to be saved from the abuse it had taken from breaking the window in his hasty escape. The blue pool cue was really all he had left in what seemed like the entire world.
Of course he would have gladly set it on fire himself to have the company of his friends again. Everyone he cared about at Barren Pines had been reduced to ash.
He was huddled in the corner of one of the classrooms, chin resting on his knees. An unearthly stillness had set upon the room like there had been no life it in way beyond the teen's years. It honestly seemed that way. It had been covered in a fine layer of ash a soot left over from the fire like no one cared anymore. He hadn't seen anyone since the night of the fire. The school was just as barren as it's name suggested. He wondered if anyone really cared about them or if they were so heavily quarantined that no one wanted to care.
The grip on the pool stick in his hand tightened in frustration. Why hadn't anyone come to get them? Why?! He'd had to find the nurses office and bandage himself up. Were they so insignificant that they had to sit and wait for help in a cold, dingy, gray cemetery for someone to give them a band-aid? That's what school had become? A cemetery? His arm extended slowly, dragging his fingers along the dirt. All those people didn't matter anymore. None of them. Even Yvette. She'd disappeared from the outside world. Completely. There wasn't a dress. There wasn't a rose and there certainly wouldn't be a life afterward. Their moment had ended by candlelight.
He groaned in anguish, fingers scraping against the classroom floor until he swore he could feel his knuckles going white. "It's good to know that we both dropped off the face of the earth," he grumbled out, slowly rising to his feet. The thought was eating him alive. "I'm not going to get anything done here. I'm hungry and tired and I need someone to talk to. There's only so much you can say to a pool stick before it's weird as hell. Is it too much to ask to find someone who'll talk back? I mean, really. " Of course, a talkative person sitting alone had a lot to say to inanimate objects. Quite a lot in fact.
Topher angrily wiped off his hand with one of the moist towelettes he'd found when he'd patched himself up in the nurse's office. He sighed heavily as he thought about what he was about to do. He was about to leave his little sanctuary. The teen hesitantly crept across the classroom, poking his head out the door before slowly trudging across the hall and out of the building. Without any outside contact it had been hard to figure out what had been going on but, as he looked around, a mournful frown grew on his face. His suspicions had been right. He was completely and utterly alone.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:02 am
[POST 2]
The girl stumbled across campus, following along the sidewalk until she came across something which made her eyes bulge in shock.
Where the dorms should have been, there was a burned up building. The first floor was a complete mess, scorched beyond recognition, and the other two floors above it were also darkened in a similar fashion. Windows were smashed up, and glass was everywhere. If anything, it looked like there had been a fire.
Yvette took a couple steps back as she tried to absorb all that she had just seen. This was where she had been sleeping the night before, that much the girl was certain of. How could I have been brought outside without waking up? she asked herself, trying to piece the puzzle together. Logically, she could have blamed it on how tired she was, but her mind was not going with that as the simple solution. She could have called this the dream, but even that was too logical. The girl's stomach shot another pang of hunger through her senses, which caused her whole body to shiver.
"Wh-what happened?" she squeaked out, clutching onto her stomach tightly, staggering back another few steps. If anything, her stomach was distracting her completely, causing her much more pain than she had ever really experienced before. Her legs felt so weak, and before she knew it, they buckled beneath her, causing her to stumble into a decorative patch of grass (which was now partially scorched).
The shock, sheer confusion, and pain was much too much for such a fragile girl. Bringing her mildly discolored hands up to her face, the girl began to sob in a fashion which she could have never done when she was alive. It was notably louder than anything she could have said or done before this day. This day was just too much.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:26 pm
[POST 2]
Topher headed towards the shell of the old dorms, kicking at random debris that was scattered across the courtyard. He didn't think a fire could cause so much damage. The grass wasn't even crunching under his feet. It was just dissolving into nothing. He stepped up to a large piece of wood which he suspected had been part of the roof at one point.
Sullen blue eyes starred down at the scorched piece of wood in his path. It was almost as if he'd recognized this exact banister. It seemed so familiar even though it was just like all the other pieces of wood. A normal piece of furniture. Maybe he'd sat on that particular banister eating lunch. Maybe it was the bench he'd set up a pool tables worth of pebbles and practiced his aim by knocking them into awkward crevices in the wood. Topher smiled down at it, tears blurring his vision for the first time that day, an nostalgic smile spreading quickly across his face. He wanted it to be that way again. This would never be part of the school he knew again. It wasn't a bench. It wasn't an impromptu billiards room. It was just a burned piece of wood sticking deftly out of the ground.
Just as he began to realize the true dystopia that he was apart of, a devastating wail broke out unexpectedly close to him. At first he jumped, nearly tripping over the wood he had been contemplating moments before.
"What the hell is that?" His chest was heaving, the hand on the pool cue growing clammy from prolonged contact. Someone was crying. Loudly.. Considering that he hadn't seen anyone for so long, this was an interesting prospect. Were they hurt? Did someone else just die of their wounds and they were mourning a loss? Topher took a one hesitant step after another towards the harsh sob, completely unsure of what he would find.
"I hope they aren't hurt. I wouldn't know what to do. Apply pressure right and CPR? But where the heck do I press. I don't wanna break anyone's rips. Oh god...what if I hurt them more?"
As the boy rounded the corner still yammering on about first aid techniques, his eyes widen, his jaw quivered and his heart began to race. There was nothing on earth that could have prepared him for what he'd stumbled upon.
"...Yvette?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:43 pm
[POST 3]
The girl wasn't used to being so loud on her own. Her ears were echoing the sound of her own sobs. The poor (zombie) girl was getting swallowed up by her thoughts, her irrational fears, the sound of her own sobs, and worse of all, the pain of HUNGER. It was no wonder she couldn't hear the sound of a familiar voice.
Rubbing out a salty tear from her eye, she once more went to look at the burnt leftovers from the dormitory. Weakly, she looked up with her dimmed purple eyes and found a sight for sore (and flooded) eyes.
It was Topher!
Even though she was happy to see someone familiar, the girl had a hard time shutting off the waterworks. Her voice continued to sob, her eyes continued to leak, but now she was looking at Topher in a scared and confused manner. Her dulled eyes almost seemed to bed the question "What happened?!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:06 pm
The pool stick clattered the ground. Topher, himself, almost feel to his knees in a mixture of shock, horror and sheer joy. When he'd limped over the the others, they'd told him she was dead. They'd told him that there wasn't anything or anyone left in the building. And yet here she was on the ground before him a little worse for wear but alive. He'd proved them wrong. She was alive! She'd come back to him.
"Yvette. Oh god. Have you...been out here this entire time?" A hand slowly covered his mouth as the held back tears had finally begun to drip from the corner of his eyes. "I should have come looking for you but I couldn't. It was just unsafe and they told me you were gone. They'd told me that everyone inside was gone..."
Topher stopped for a moment. His mind had finally grasped her question, What happened? Well, a fire happened. How could she not know that? "There was a burner fire in the dorms. Don't you remember? It was awful. Everything in my room was almost completely destroyed before I even woke up. I..." The hand over his mouth slowly migrated to press against gauze taped to his forehead from the gash he'd gotten from his case during his own escape, expression darkening considerately, "...I almost didn't make it out. I could barely breath when I finally got outside. I mean, the fire was in my room!" He moved closer to her, almost wondering if she would turn into another piece of disfigured furniture made to look like her in his desperation for company.
"When I'd found everyone else...you weren't there. I thought you'd been killed in the fire like everyone else." The crying, exasperated mess of a boy tried to smile through every emotion that shown on his face. To anyone who passed by, they would think he was on the brink of mania. "...But you're right here. How could you be dead if you're right here in front of me. I was so stupid to not go looking for you. I should have done more! I should have done more to help everybody..." The pressure on the gauze became too much in his frustration and red slowly began to pool into the pristine white. He moved his hand in front of his eyes, noticing the smear of blood on the pads of his index and middle fingers.
"I even had to patch myself up after the fire. All the nurses...all the staff are gone. Just like that. No one is here anymore except students, I think. Absolutely no one..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:31 pm
The girl attempted to vainly hush her own sobs to listen to the boy when he began to speak. This was what she needed to hear. It was so important to listen to what happened while she had slept. She managed to hush up her sobbing, but her tears just did not seem to stop.
The girl listened in earnest, trying to take in every detail as best as she could. Even after being told about the fire, the assumed deaths, and how there was practically nobody left on campus, there were still so many questions running through her mind. All of the questions hushed as the boy drew closer. She could see that his arm was bandaged up in a sloppy fashion.
She smiled weakly as she wiped another tear or two out of her eyes. If her voice could cooperate, she would have tried to reassure him. She wanted to point out how silly her friend was, for thinking she was dead of all things, but then her stomach began to lurch again. Her body nearly collapsed forward. Of all the feelings she was feeling, this unnatural hunger was beginning to tear her apart.
In a weak and more characteristically quiet tone, she moaned out in pain.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 12:15 am
The smile on his face was quickly wiped away when she doubled over. His fingers twitched nervously. Someone was hurt after all. He'd gone on and on about everything without even asking her if she was okay. He really had lost touch with everything.
"Are you alright Yvette? Where are you hurt? Did something collapse on you?" Topher crept closer, slowly lowering himself to his knees beside her. That's when he noticed that something was definitely wrong. There was a green hue to her skin almost like someone had been controlling the tint with an unseen remote. Everything about her seemed dull to him. Even her hair seemed to be a few shades grayer than the deep purple he remembered.
His first instinct was to back up. Self preservation nearly winning over the fact that Yvette was moaning in pain. Of course, Topher couldn;t do that. She was sick for crying out loud. "We could probably try to get to the nurses office. There might be something there for you to take. I've been staying in a classroom. It may not be the most comfortable place but I could take you there if you wanted. I stole one of the beds from the nurses office so..." He stood, wiped the bloodied hand on his pants and reached out to her.
"Whatever you'd like to do."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:46 am
There was a brief break in the pain, and using such a pause to her advantage, the girl pushed herself up so she could look at her friend. There he was, talking up a storm again, just like how always had. She offered a tiny smile on her pale lips.
Her dainty hand reached out to grab a hold of her friend's hand, intending to use that to steady herself as she stood up. Instead, her body seemed to move on its own, grabbing the boy's hand, but instead pulling him closer and drawing the boy's hand to her face. Topher's hand was so very warm, where as her own hand was kind of clammy.
As shocked as she was that she was doing such, her expression didn't really read that way. It just looked as sincere and innocent as Yvette Weaver always looked. Even as she pried one finger from her friend's hand and opened her mouth, she still looked like this boy's prom date. Even as she began to nibble on his finger, she still looked like that girl from his dreams.
On the inside, the girl was completely flustered over what was going on. What am I doing?! This is so wrong. Why am I doing something like this right now?! I'm not that kind of girl!
Her teeth gently nibbled on his finger, not seeming to notice the girl's obvious concern.
It was about this time the girl discovered a clue. My heartbeat? Why can't I hear my heartbeat?! The sound that usually clouded her mind when flustered was nowhere to be heard.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:05 pm
Even with his mind racing, the feeling of her hands sent a chill down his spine and not necessarily in the good way. She felt unnaturally cold. Like she'd been out in the air for hours on end. That was the last straw. He would make sure she got somewhere inside whether she wanted to or not. As he'd said before, she was obviously sick and outside wasn't the best idea for her.
The boy opened up his mouth to speak but any sound that would have emerged was immediately silenced as Yvette's mouth closed over his finger. His eyes shot wide open, pupils shrinking into pinpoints. What was she doing? This was definitely not normal. At least, not for Yvette...unless he greatly underestimated her bravado.
"Um...Yvette?" Topher's mouth went dry, halting his words once again, red flooding his cheeks instantly. His heart was pounding in his ears and he felt wonderfully lightheaded. This was his prom date. The same delectable girl he'd held in his dorm the night before everything went wrong. Was this actually happening or had he inhaled too much of the left over fumes again?
"I didn't know you were this type of girl Yvette...", the shock on his face replaced by absolute confusion, "I never would have pinned you to be so...well...like this..." Topher's frazzled mind couldn't even comprehend a word that could describe accurately describe the 180 degree flip Yvette's personality had taken.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:23 pm
Despite the seemingly calm and neutral facial expression on the girl's face, Yvette was thinking rapidly as to what was going on. She had no heartbeat. There was no going around that one. Her body was moving on its own, which obviously was never a good thing. Her stomach had been paining her every since she regained consciousness. There had been a fire that she had no recollection of, and Topher had even said it himself: she had been assumed dead.
Once more, tears began to flow from her seemingly serene face. Between her gentle nibbles, she somehow managed to squeak out "I'm... so... sorry..." None of this should have been happening. Even now, as she seemed to tenderize the finger with her teeth so delicately, the warmth of her friend's finger was irresistible. It was a warmth she craved now more than anything else. It was just so wrong.
"Get away..."
Rather suddenly, a deep pang of pain shot through her body, stronger than any of the previous pains her stomach had felt. Yvette's body responded by biting down harshly on the boy's finger. The girl's mind would have been shocked, if it weren't for the fact that her consciousness seemed to fade out as her body was rewarded with a small drip of blood in her mouth. Her body was now in control, and survival was the only thing it seemed to care about.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:29 pm
Topher honestly didn't know what to do when the girl gave no answer to any of his statements. There was no reasoning as to her sudden affection or the awkward way she was showing it. He wasn't going to ask her to stop of course but that question was sent tumbling down into the back of his mind at her words.
I'm so sorry?...
Get away?
Sorry? What did Yvette have to be sorry for. This could possibly have turned out to be an interesting day for the both of them and she was sorry? He inwardly chuckled to himself. She always had something to be sorry for. It's probably why she wanted him to go away. There wasn't any other reason right?
"Why would you be sorry Yvette? You haven't done anything wrong. I mean...this is the first time we've seen each other in such a long time and you want me to---" his words dissolved into a shriek at the sharp pain in his finger, pulling it back in one quick movement, stumbling backwards almost snapping his pool stick which had thankfully been moved aside by a shuffling heel. He shook his finger off, hissing as he desperately tried to shake off the pain before inspecting the wound. The bite was gurgling blood as if she'd put all of her strength into her jaws for that moment. What? Yvette bit him? This was either her form of retaliation at his words or another hint that he didn't know Yvette as well as he thought.
A harsh feeling stirred around in his stomach. Maybe he really didn't know her as well as he thought. It almost scared him to acknowledge that fact. She'd seemed so kind before all of this. Had the fire done something to her brain? Was it damaged? He starred at his finger with a worried expression before his darkened, unsure eyes centered back on her.
Something was definitely wrong with his prom date. Something that wouldn't be healed by a trip to the nurse's office.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:42 pm
The girl's body lurched forward slightly, as if it had grown too heavy for the girl to hold up on her own. However, it pushed itself off the ground on its own. It had to pause for a moment to make sure it had good enough balance before it began to stagger towards Topher.
If he could see into her eyes, he'd notice that they almost seemed completely black and asleep with the lids wide open. The tears upon her cheeks had ceased, the trails slowly drying up along her face. The girl's teeth were nearly grinding together, as if mimicking a chewing motion. Her arms dangled loosely by her side, as if they weren't important enough to hold up at the moment.
Her target was obvious, and her rather bold antics continued as she flung herself haphazardly towards the boy.
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Desukyun rolled 1 100-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:53 pm
Topher held his bleeding hand against his chest, no longer concentrating on the still burning bite he'd just sustained. He felt as if this was a movie and this here was the part when both characters on screen were stuck in slow motion. The lurching of her body and her staggering seemed blurred and delayed like his brain refused to process the information. Whatever was happening, it was horrible.
"Yvette...please. What are you doing?!" The boy's voice shook terribly, his lips quivering as he spoke. He tried to think of anything; Something that would bring her back into her right mind. "I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out right now! Tell me how to help you Yvette!..." Somewhere inside, Topher knew there would be no response. Suddenly, everything snapped back into full speed and she really was closer to him. He glanced this way and that while matching her steps backwards, only stopping to pick up the discarded pool stick. With shaking hands, he quickly screwed it back into place until it was at full length. The stick felt so heavy as he held it out in front of him like some sort of sword and yet she was still getting closer, teeth gnashing together.
Tears welled in his eyes as he kept moving backwards, keeping the stick stretched out. His shaking had turned into full body tremors by now. He didn't want to leave her. The last thing he wanted to do was run from someone so close to him. There had to be something. "Please Yvette. I don't want to hurt you but I'm scared of you..."
Was he really about to do this? Go after his best friend with a pool stick? He knew he would never be the same if he went through with this. The thought of striking her repeatedly until she was no longer a threat with the long stick of wood that now looked so stupid in his hands at that moment just seemed disgusting. He couldn't do that.
He couldn't...
Maybe if he snapped his fingers or said some magic word, she would snap out of it and climb into his arms again. False hopes at best and yet, Topher still tried. Trying meant everything in life. How could he turn heel without trying as hard as he possibly could. He frantically met her gaze, desperately looking for the little part of her that was inside that sickly shell and, when he did, he honestly wished he hadn't. That beautiful eggplant color had been replaced by an inky black. A complete black void had taken over. This was the final attempt to get into her head. The sweet, admirable, quiet Yvette wasn't there anymore. She was actually going to eat him if she got any closer. What else could he do? First a bite to the finger and then he would be choking on blood when she went for his throat.
"I'm so sorry...'
The decision had been made the moment her eyes met his. There really was nothing he could do for her. The boy could do nothing but turn and run as fast as he possibly could away from her, tears streaming down his face, hands smeared with blood and the pool stick cradled against his chest.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:53 am
The girl almost seemed clumsy now, for after flinging herself at the boy, she did not adjust her weight for the landing. So as the boy fled, she fell to the ground.
Her body lifted itself up again and began to attempt trailing after the boy as fast as her staggering legs could. However, the body's attempts were in vain.
When Yvette had regained consciousness, her body was across campus, once more on the ground in a similar fashion to how she had been sitting before. There was no Topher around her to comfort her. No Topher there to explain to her what she had just done.
There just was no Topher.
All there was left was hunger.
Assuming the worst, the girl once again was able to find her voice as she let out loud sobs. What was happening to her? And what had she just done to her friend?
[FIN]
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