I do not own American Horror Story: Coven.
I do not own zombie boys. *relief*
In the Drowning Pool
Chapter 1: In the Drowning Pool
Beaten why for (why for)
Can't take much more
Here we go!
Here we go!
"Bodies" –Drowning Pool
Cold.
Cold.
Naked, cold.
Voices. In the dark.
Girl voices. Alien words.
Go to voices.
Fall short.
Formless voidblocking way to voices.
One voice, familiar.
Push through void.
Get to voice.
Can't.
Girl voices fade.
Alone again in blackness.
No.
Girl voice back.
Kind voice.
Reach out.
Reach out to voice.
Can't
Skin.
Soft skin.
Soft lips on cold lips.
Fades away.
No.
Don't . . . go.
Don't.
Leave.
Me.
Here.
Reach out again.
Again.
Again.
Stretching, reaching, straining.
To voice.
Rise up.
See.
Her.
Dark eyes wide, frightened.
Long, brown hair straight down.
Pale, oval face. Pink, bow lips.
Young. Innocent. Beautiful.
Know you.
Man.
Man scaring her.
Stop man scaring her.
Hitting, pounding fist.
Numb. Thick.
Wrong.
Pounding.
Hurting bad man. Bad man scaring her.
Screams, girl touch.
Kyle.
Stop screaming, stop hitting.
Still, quiet.
There.
In her eyes.
Pain.
White pain.
All pain.
Clothes. Rubbing, fraying skin.
Pain.
Flaying.
Walking.
Jolting, jarring.
Not right.
Falling.
Wrong.
Pain.
Heavy, thick.
Wrong.
Pain.
Tearing. Searing. Writhing. Twisting. Pain.
Sick, sick, all sick.
Bad body.
Sick body.
Wrong body.
Wrong parts.
Pain.
Get.
Out.
Of.
Body.
Lights. Bright lights. Moving lights.
Lights hurt.
Girl.
Pretty girl.
Nice girl.
Touching wrong skin.
Touch hurts.
Talking.
Words hurt.
"You died."
Died.
Die is dark. Die is quiet. Die is still.
And no pain.
Die again.
Slamming bad body into door.
Out.
Died.
Die again.
No pain.
Tears. Crying.
Girl crying. Tears.
Tears hurt inside.
Die.
Wrong.
Bad.
Body.
". . . stayed dead."
Stayed dead.
Dead
Again.
Be dead again.
Pull inside body.
Still.
Be still.
Quiet.
Be quiet.
Not hurt girl. Not make girl cry.
More screaming.
Girl screaming.
Screaming sounds hurt.
So.
Much.
Pain.
Day.
Light.
More light.
Light hurts.
Inside.
Noise.
Singing.
Sounds hurt.
Cold.
Hurt.
Pain.
Touch.
Touch hurts.
Spreading touch hurt.
Smearing, spreading touch hurt.
Woman hurting him.
Shaking cold hurts.
Breathing.
Air hurts, burns, sears.
Hurt inside.
Smells.
Bad smells.
Smells make stomach sick.
Twist, churn.
Girl. Pretty, scared girl.
Be still. Be quiet.
Not scare pretty girl.
Not make pretty girl cry.
Words.
Too many words.
Words hurt.
Stab.
Needles, knives in ears.
In brain, in eyes.
Scared, sick, pain.
Pretty girl moving away.
Don't.
Go.
Stay
Close.
Help.
Me.
Scared.
Hurt.
Sick.
Wrong.
Body.
Alone.
Wait.
To die.
Wait.
For pretty girl.
Wait.
Pretty girl closer.
Touch.
Me.
Touch hurts.
Less than other.
". . . stay here with me."
NO.
Don't.
Leave.
Me!
Scared.
Pain.
Safe with you.
Stay with me.
Don't
Go.
She did.
Jeez, talk about imprinting, huh? Twilight's (ick) got nothing on how much Kyle immediately imprints on Zoe.
This chapter was very broken and fractured because Kyle here is at his most broken and fractured, I think. So this is all intentional.
He'll get better though it'll take a while. But you know that of course though, don't you? ;)
Kudos go to brigid1318 and rahbraham7898 and Jurana Keri for encouraging me to write this. I hope you enjoy it (if that's the right word, ha)!
And to my hubbie, inspiring this fic for me listening to this song while running on the treadmill. I can hear nothing else in my head now. Thanks, babe.
So everybody appreciates feedback. Leave a review if you like.