Oooh look, a new drabble that makes absolutely no sense and kinda just hangs somewhere in midair. Anyway wrote this after reading a Hellsing crossover. I probably won't continue it. Flame away people. Use your imagination for the reason behind it and if you think you wanna read the damn thing I wrote on an impulse...say so. Think of it as a prologue if you want. XD
Warning: Gore, gore and lots of pointless gore.
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Lagoon but I do own the pointless destruction of our dearest Rebecca
Nightmare
She wakes up covered in a sheen of cold sweat, her body spasming as her mind takes a moment to calm itself, taking in the familiar surrounding and relaxing her nerves. Her hair sticks to her face, scalp damp. She closes her eyes and heaves a sigh of relief.
It was just a dream...just a bad dream.
Without opening her eyes she pinches the bridge of her nose, falling back on her bed with an arm thrown loosely around her waist. Her stomach feels unusually full and she wonders what she had eaten the night before, the memory of it somewhat too hazy to recall. A strong metallic stench wafts up, registering in her mind. She opens her eyes, raising her hand to her face she finds it covered in blood. Dried blood coating her hand, stuck underneath her finger nails. Pushing herself up with an uncanny feeling of terror in her gut she finds herself still fully dressed in last night's clothes, drenched in blood. Twisting herself around carefully she checks for wounds until she is sure that none of the blood is her own. She probably got into some fight and crashed when she got home from the adrenaline rush...it seemed like a possibility...and it would explain why she felt tired and achy. But she had work...and desperately needed a shower.
Swinging her legs over the side she got to her feet pulling the soiled sheet off the bed in a fluid motion before stripping down to her underwear, dumping them in a heap at the foot of her bed. They'd need to be soaked overnight she decides and staggers into the shower, letting the hot water run through her hair and relax her muscles for a while before scrubbing her hair and skin to get rid of the blood. Once she feels clean enough she reaches out to the unlabelled bottle of cheap shampoo barely catching herself against the wall as she feels a sharp stabbing pain in her chest.
Her stomach lurches and the bile rises to her throat. Hunching her shoulders she rushes to the toilet just as she feels her throat burn and hurls the contents of her stomach out. A few dry heaves follow and she feels something choking her, cutting into her throat from the inside. Panicking she falls to her knees, gripping the ceramic seat with both hands as another violent wave of nausea hits her and she feels a sense of relief as whatever was choking her gets dislodged from her throat. Spitting it into the bowl she sits back on her haunches. Breathing deeply with her eyes shut tight she drags a hand through her hair.
Reaching over to flush the contents of the toilet she glances down. Her hand hovers in mid air as a wave of terror fills her up. Her gut turns in on itself and her blood runs cold as she comes face to face with the blood and bile filled in the bowl...but her gaze fixes itself not on the blood that she threw up but on the single piece of metal wrapped around what could only have been the remains of a human finger.
She gags again, dawning horror turning to sickness as her stomach seizes painfully, another round of dry heaves wracking her body, leaves her clutching her gut in a pitiful attempt to hold herself together.
She pushes away from the bowl, crawling towards the door, her mind repeating itself over and over like a broken record
'What have I done?'
Yes...I am a horrible horrible person...no? XD