Disclaimer: The Host is written by Stephanie Meyer. I only own it and Twilight in my dreams. I need to sleep more often.
Cleaning it up
I grabbed a bucket and brush used to wash dishes, along with three bars of soap. I stole one of the flashlights from when they were hidden and went down to the medical center. Everyone was asleep by now and I haven't heard Melanie for hours.
I turned on the flashlight when I entered the room and immediately wanted to start screaming again. the blood was still all over the walls, staining them with their silvery light. I took the water filled bucket and dunked the acidic cactus soap into it. Rubing the rag along it I reached up and started cleaning the wall.
I was going to clean it all up.
I finished the first wall and all of a sudden started to hum a song from the singing world. It was a song of mourning. It was called the melody of death. I rang out the rag and relathered it with soap. The soap was starting to burn the skin but I didn't notice. I just kept on washing.
I finished washing all the walls and walked back to the mouth of the cave. Stopping and turning around I gasped. The blood was still everywhere! I quickly and quietly replaced the water and restarted the cleaning process, and replacing the water about every ten feet. Looking the room over again I still saw the blood everywhere. It was menacingly dripping off the walls, telling me to stare at the murder that had taken place here.
The light was coming through the cracks in the ceiling now but I didn't care I just kept sing the melody of death while washing the walls.
"Wanda?" I heard someone question behind me.
I just kept washing.
"Wanda!" the person cried. They grabbed my arms and pulled me away from the walls.
With that simple movement I started screaming and flailing. My fist made contact with somethig hard and their grip faltered. I ran from their arms and grabbed the sodden rag up off the floor. I dipped into the water, ran the soap over it, and started cleaning again still humming the song.
"Ian I need help!" shouted the voice of the person I have now identified as Doc. I felt another pair of hands grab me and I fought against them to keep cleaning.
"Let me go!" I screamed fighting againt a third pair of hands that had grabbed me efficently dragging me away from the wall.
"Wanda," Jared whispered, "the skin on your hands is completely burned off."
"I don't care!" I screeched, "I have to get rid of the blood! It's everywhere!"
"What are you talking about wWnda? The is no blood on the walls." Ian spoke as if trying to calm me.
"Can't you see it? It's all over the walls! Staring at me and reminding me of the death of the child! THE CHILD YOU KILLED!!!!" I was screaming and sobbing loudly, but I kept fighting hard.
"There is no blood on the walls, wanda. Doc and I cleaned it up before we went to sleep." Jared said, strugglig to pin my shoulders down.
"LIAR!! I walked in here with a flashlight and saw it glistening off the walls!" I screamed. "It won't come off, no matter how hard I try it won't come off!!"
"Jeb, we could use some help in here! Go grab the chlorofrom!" Doc called.
A few minutes later I heard a shuffling and panting, signaling Jebs arrival. There was the sound of a cork popping, though I could barely hear it because I was still fighting strong. Then a cloth was pressed over my nose and mouth. I felt myself weakening, and soon everything went black.
In my my mind I saw the saw the walls, still covered in the shimmering silver blood. The melody of death was playing loudly as I looked, silent tears streaming down my face.
What did you think? Please no flames, but I would like it if you would review and tell me what you think. This is one of my first stories, so I hope you liked it!
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