-Three Days after Gift- [Trigger Warning: Abuse, Child Abuse, Child Endangerment, Blood, body horror, gore]
Sobbing quietly to herself, the small child held her arms as they were crossed over her chest, the tears welling up and rolling down her cheeks as she let them flow freely. Sitting on the floor of the tiny room she had been granted as a bedroom, the small child cried as she felt another lash of the belt against her back, causing her to screech in pain, soon moving to cover her mouth as she glanced back at the older gentleman who was dolling out the punishment. The man chuckled darkly, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Another twenty for the noise." The mans voice was deep and gruff, clearly of old age and several cigars consumed through his life. Shaking her head, the small child whimpered softly before curling into a ball, her eyes shut tight before she fell through the floor and vanished from sight into another dimension. The man stood there, dumbfounded before shouting for his wife.
- One hour later-
The small child sobbed quietly to herself as she curled into a tight ball, eyes shut tight to block out the bright lights and colors of the pocket dimension she had created for herself. From her initial fall into it, she had enough momentum to have the dimension move and warp through space, unbeknownst to her. Suddenly, as the time for the pocket dimension came to a close, the small child was quickly expelled from seemingly nothing with a sound similar to that of tearing fabric. Landing on the floor below her with a thud, the toddler let out a startled, and pained sound, soon moving to cover her mouth as she looked around her with wide, multi-colored eyes.
broken_illumination
karitzu
Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 6:43 pm
Delilah laid her head in Michael's lap, laying on her back as she smiled up at him and signed within their conversation of the usual kind. Generally catching up about the things they missed over the years of their separation.
Michael has sat on the bed against the wall as he stroked her hair in between signing back to her. It wasn't until he felt a shift and tear through reality as he looked up from his position, a noise. He stared across the room at a child, motioning for Delilah to sit up as she complied, both staring at the child. He analyzed her with his blue eyes as he scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed and look at the small child. "What the hell am I looking at?" he spoke bluntly in confusion as he looked back to Delilah who looked just as confused. As he returned his gaze, he noticed her eyes and he narrowed his own. He sat up straight and pulled out his cellphone, dialing a number and bringing it up to his ear. "Yes... I'm going to need fruit snacks.... and some juice." he requested, a short pause before he spoke again, "Yes, because I'm staring at what looks like your child.. but I'm not sure." There was a female voice on the other end that spoke back, quite lengthily as Michael listened. He shifted the phone between his shoulder and ear as he motioned for the child to come closer. "Would you have remembered having an egg with a time lord?" he asked with a tone of annoyance, then sighed. "Okay. Thanks." he then hung up the phone and peered down at the child with a slight look of concern.
Seeing that there were two strange and new people now sitting on a bed, the small child made a noise of distress before quickly covering her mouth with her hands and moving to get up. As she stood up, she tripped over her own two feet and stumbled backwards, soon hitting the wall behind her with a quiet thump before she slid down it, leaving a smear of blood as she sat back down on the floor, leaning against the wall. Tears welling up in her eyes, she tried to keep herself as quiet as possible as her chest quickly rose and fell, her eyes shifting between the two strangers, though lingering on the one who had pulled out a familiar looking device and talking to someone on it.
As she sat there, trying to get herself to stop crying, hands still clasped tight over her mouth, the small child closed her eyes and opened them again, only to see the one who was speaking motion for her to walk over to him. Feeling a sense of dread fill her, the child carefully stood up, quickly regaining her composure as it seemed that once she stood, all of her outward emotions had been quickly pushed away, aside from the tears still streaming down her face. Shakily making her way over to the bed, taking small, calculated steps, the child stood about three feet away from the bed, shaking ever so slightly.
Once she was close enough, the two older metas would be able to notice several things. The stench of blood permeating from the tiny toddler, the inhibitor around her neck that looked like it was causing her some form of pain as there were red marks around the edges, and a house crest embroidered into the upper left breast section of the black waistcoat that the child wore.
Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 8:09 pm
Delilah stared with concern and sadness in her eyes as she watched the child. There was blood, and she was hurt. She scooted to the end of the bed too and signed to Michael, #She's hurt. What do we do?#
Michael frowned as he looked at the collars. They were obviously hurting her, and there was no way to really identify where the blood was coming from without a full view of what was happening to her skin. Besides, he was a complete d**k, he would have to remove them if she wanted to recover. Besides, no one should have to wear an inhibitor. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder with a gloved hand and pointed a finger to the side of her neck, shooting a precise laser at the clasp to break it off.
Delilah put her hands to her covered mouth, gasping as Michael suddenly shot a laser at the child. Even if he knew what he was doing, she was just a child. A scared one at that. #Michael, be careful!# she signed quickly, worry on her face as she looked with solemn eyes at the child. "...w-what's ... your n-name?.." she asked aloud.
[Warning: Blood, Gore, Body Horror Below. Read at own risk]
The child stood there, as still as she possible could stand as the fear continued to shake her small body, nearly refusing to blink as she stared up at the two adults. Though, as the one with the glasses grabbed her shoulder, she did her best to remain quiet, which she managed to do, but her entire body tensed up in fear for being hurt. Feeling the energy being used in such a way to shoot the clasp of the collar off, her eyes went wide in fear for a moment she had thought that the stranger had shot her as well. Though, that was not the case.
As the collar started to sag slightly, now that the clasp was broken, the small child seemed to go pale as the metal of the iron pulled away from the flesh of her neck. Unable to hold back a pained noise, the child balled her hands into small fists as she felt the collar around her neck slowly stretch, pull, and eventually rip the skin and flesh it was in contact with. After several, long seconds of the collar hanging, it slid to the ground with a loud clatter, the inside section coated in dried and fresh blood. Under where it had been, there was a fresh, red wound all around her neck, as well as what seemed to be burn marks along the edges.
Swaying slightly as she felt the pain rush to her head, the child looked at Delilah before carefully bringing one hand up and singing the letters of her name #P...A...I...G...E#
Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 7:57 pm
Michael looked over the child's wounds and drew air in between his teeth. He didn't know where Blaise was. This would be another test of his medicinal abilities. He sighed and pulled the familiar red box from his shelf and opened it up. #I can't guarantee that wound won't scar Paige.# he signed to Delilah and then put his hands back in the box. He'd have to at least disinfect and treat the wound. And it would hurt... a lot. He turned his head to look at Delilah and sighed. He was in for a long day...
Delilah frowned, pushing herself from the bed slowly to sit on the floor. #I can try to calm her, but I don't want to touch her too long because of my ability might make her sick.# Delilah removed her face mask and smiled at Paige. "I-it's okay...P-paige.." she held out her hands to offer a hug to her, just trying to look as inviting and non-threatening as possible.
Watching the two older metas sign back and forth, Paige squinted as she tried to watch their hands, but was only able to catch the word 'I', but was unable to get the gist of anything other than that they were talking about something that she couldn't quite get. Turning to look at Delilah, her multicolored eyes went wide as she was motioned in for a hug, but she just stood there, still paralyzed in fear as she just stared. Paige couldn't quite understand what the motion was, and that was something that was scaring her even more.
Letting out a very quiet distressed sound, Paige eventually, slowly, made her way over to Delilah, figuring that it was a variety of motion to mean 'com here', though she stopped when she was a little more than arms length away.
Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 12:42 pm
Delilah frowned and scooted forward a little bit to gentling grab her hands. "D-don't be s-scared... w-we will h-help you.." she smiled at Paige and pulled her very slowly and carefully towards her until she could slowly wrap her arms around her softly. [Heart-Warming Lv5 : Rolled 17] "..shhhhh..." she cooed. She could feel something around her wrists as she embraced her. Tears began to fill her eyes as she tried to keep her emotions in check. She used one hand to sign behind Paige's back to Michael. #..W...R...I...S...T...S...#
Michael sighed as he kneeled down and began to tend to the wounds around her neck while Delilah held her. Disinfecting her wounds before bandaging them carefully. He then moved on to taking off her wrist inhibitors and bandaging those wounds as well.
Tensing up even further when Delilah moved forward, looking absolutely frightened when she was pulled forward and into an embrace that she thought was going to kill her. Eyes unblinking and her entire body shaking in fear, Paige didn't seem to quite gather what was going on until she felt something well in her chest. An emotion she was clearly not used to, tears freely streaming down her face as she felt an intense wave of hope, which was mixed with fear, rush through her small body. As Michael worked on the wound on her neck, she made little sound about the pain she was suffering from the disinfectant.
Eventually moving to lean into Delilah, the small child freely let herself cry unabashedly, starting to realize that the two older metas were actually helping her. Once the wrist inhibitors were removed and the wounds tended to, she slowly brought her hands up to grip at the fabric of the woman's dress as she continued to cry. As she moved her arms up, the small tailcoat that Paige was wearing didn't pucker or warp like it should as she clung to Delilah, instead it stuck to her back like a wet cloth, which it was. The entirety of her back, tailcoat, vest, and shirt, were soaked through with blood.
Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 2:16 pm
Michael looked visibly worried as he traced his eyes along the girl's blood stained back. He was silent for a bit, reaching over idly to open a bottle of painkillers to take for himself, before clearing his throat lightly. #We need to get her cleaned up, lest she get some sort of illness.# he paused and frowned slightly, looking Paige over once more. #And food.# He stood up and looked to Delilah. #I'll start a bath for her and we can bandage up whatever else we find.# He moved out of the room toward the bathroom.
Delilah frowned as her chest was beginning to hurt at the sound of the girl's cries. She, herself, was scared that this might affect her emotionally as she looked up to Michael and exhaled shakily. She would have to try. Despite how deeply this was trying to scratch the surface of her guarded heart, she'd have to push those thoughts aside for now. A look of seriousness came forth as she nodded at Michael. She held Paige as gently as possible while still keeping a firm grip on the small child. "..u-up.." she announced as she came to a stand with Paige still in her arms and moved to go give her a bath.
After the bath, Michael tended to and bandaged her back as Delilah then wrapped her up in a large fluffy towel. Delilah smiled down at Paige, offering a hand to her to walk to back their room. "...b-better?.."
Looking much more exhausted than she had looked when she first arrived, Paige nodded slightly when she was asked if she felt better. With her neck, wrists, and back bandaged up, the small child even looked like she was going to recover at a decent pace, though it was quite clear by her wounds that she had suffered through something, but she seemed to be keeping quite quiet about what had happened to her, though the two adults could easily make an assumption from how she had arrived, her wounds, and the family crest that was embroidered into the tailcoat.
Shoving her face partially into the fluffy towel, she hesitantly took Delilahs hand before following beside her as they went back to the room, her long mass of wet hair trailing behind her as the section that could be considered the 'inside' of her hair faded from one color to the next, a faint glimmer of stars seeming to shine through as well - as if space itself were trapped inside of her hair.
Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 2:21 am
Delilah smiled down reassuringly at Paige as she lead her back to the bedroom by the hand. She tried to figure out what to do about clothing for the child as she wandered to Michael's dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and moving back to Paige as she pulled the shirt over her head. Though oversized, it made a nice makeshift dress for now. Delilah gazed at her hair for a few moments before smiling, #..s...p...a...c...e....# she then made the motion for beautiful and then spelled it out for her. She stood back up from her knelt position to look for a brush to possibly braid her hair or something.
Michael entered back into the room, holding a large bag of fruit snacks and as he seemed to be already eating a few. He knelt down to Paige and reached out to her hands, to move them into a cupped position and began to dump out a huge portion of fruit snacks into her hands, overfilling them easily as a few fell to the floor. He grinned then pulled out a bowl from under his arm and dumped the rest of the fruit snacks into it. He grabbed another piece from the bowl and slipped it under his face mask to eat it. He then signed with one hand at her. # ...f...o....r....y....o....u...# he smiled from beneath his mask before noticing the spaciness from her hair. "Aww... Well that's nice, you have pretty hair........wait..........why is there space in your hair?!" he looked quizically at her as he stared at her space hair in complete disbelief.
As Paige followed quietly behind Delilah, she just followed what she had to do, putting her arms through the giant sleeves of the shirt that was way too big for her. With the fabric pooling at her feet, it looked rather adorable with her mass of hair cascading down her small frame and onto the floor, the soft changing glow of the inside section of her hair being seen on the shirt as well. Looking over at the signing from Delilah, she just tilted her head a little, but her attention quickly snapped over to the door when it opened, though seeing that it was Michael, she started to relax a little.
That was, until he knelt down and moved her hands into a cupped position, causing her to tense up again and just looking at her own small hands in fear until he dumped a large amount of fruit snacks in her hands. Just standing there, Paige slowly looked up at him, a scared but inquisitive look in her eyes as she tried to keep her face in a neutral position, but her mouth was opened slightly as she just was confused by the entire thing. Looking back down to the fruit snacks, she placed what snacks were in her hands to the bowl and took just one, looking at it intently before carefully putting it into her mouth. Taking a moment to enjoy it, she slowly sat down on the floor after eating the one snack, eventually just staring at the bowl full and unsure on if she could eat more.
That was, until Michael noticed her hair. Keeping her eyes at the ground, she signed to him, #...I..t.....h..a..s.....a..l..w..a..y..s.....b..e..e..n....l..i..k..e....t..h..a..t..... .a..f..t..e..r.....i.....t..o..o..k.....t..h..e........b..o..o..k..... t..h..a..t.....t..h..e..y....d..i..d.....n..o..t.....w..a..n..t.....m..e....t..o.....t..a..k..e...#
