To break the Fetters of her mind
A/n: Not sure where this one came from I tried not to be too corny with it.
Warning: This fic is very dark, so if you don't like that sort of thing don't read.
Rating: Pg-13
Even so, I must admire your skill you are so gracefully insane-Anne Sexton
"Did I know you before they buried her in the cold ground, Mr. Walcott?"
He nods "Yes"
"When she comes up from the cold at the end they say I won't see her, that I will be underground in fire because of that which I have done"
She moves as close as her restraints will allow. "Shall I break my fetters Mr. Walcott?"
He shivers
"I loved a woman Mr. Walcott, so sweet and wet she was" she giggled a strange ripple of sound. "My child called her aunt, and we were happy" Suddenly agitated, she clutched at the air but she cannot reach him the restraints prevent her. "she will have to find me underground for I have killed with tooth and claw and cannot go up again"
"You killed for her sake" Useless to talk sense to a madwomen, but God help him, this is Helena.
She nodes at him "And a man could have done as much, hmm? But I am not a man nor a sister.."
Someone was coming up behind Walcott.
"What are you?" he can't resist, this is Helena, there must be some act here that he is too dull to perceive.
She lifts her head and meets his eyes. "They have stripped me flesh from bone I am not allowed my right the voice with which I speak sputters and stops"
"But who?" a hand is on his shoulder, he fights
She laughs, a terrible sound like someone underwater.
"Do you not know me Mr. Walcott? I am that unnatural thing. My womb filled despite their eyes and now I am bound here by their laws"
He looked and saw in the blackness of her eyes that this was no act, that she was lot somewhere in the twists of her own mind.
She had been standing straining against her bindings and now she moved back to the wall, voice dropping
"she is cold I can feel that, it seeps into my very bones- she reached out cradling an invisible child
"Death is cold love, yes it is I'm sorry, so sorry. Shall we be cold together?"
Walcott pulls himself away. This is too much devastation for him to bare watching, such a mind falling inward like a slowly collapsing building.