"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Dammit, Woman- OW!"
Violet marched through the inn, dragging Jeff and Lucas by their ears behind her. Jeff was cursing and yelling the whole way while Lucas simply grimaced and whispered small, indecipherable words of pain. Masky and L.J. were following behind the trio, Masky's arms crossed over his chest and L.J.'s hands shoved into his pockets. They looked about as pleased as Violet did.
Shoving the two boys into the kitchen, Violet placed her hands on her hips, glaring at them. Her blue eyes narrowed as she stared them both down, a slight scowl adorning her face. "Now, if you two are done sissy fighting will you please explain to me what started this in the first place?" Both boys remained silent and her glare worsened, her eye twitching in irritation. "Answer me!"
"He was trying to ward me off of Lucy," Lucas blurted out, speaking quickly so as to get it over with. Violet turned her gaze onto him, eyes lighting up a little bit.
"Alrighty then, finally someone talks! Now, Jeff, why were you warding him off of Lucy exactly?" She now turned a skeptic eye on the long-haired teen, her gaze and tone giving no leeway for him to escape. At first he attempted to ignore her, not replying, but with a twist of his earlobe he was ready to talk.
"Ow, ow, ow! Let go of me!" he shouted, face scrunching up in pain as Violet continued to slowly twist his ear. Releasing him, she then placed her hands on her hips, waving her hands in a gesture for him to continue to talking. Standing straight again, he took a deep breath, rubbing at his red and very sore earlobe with a sour expression on his face. "Alright, alright. Jeez. Don't rip my freaking ear off."
Violet gave him a hard look and he nodded, saying, "Fine, Fine, if you must know, E.J. threatened me to. He blackmailed me into warding Lucas off. I don't know why, but he did. Happy?"
"Not really..." Violet murmured, chewing on her thumb. "Why would E.J...?" Snapping back to the matter at hand, she said, "Anyways, no more fighting you two, got it?" They both nodded, agreeing almost too quickly, making her narrow her eyes.
"You two can go," Masky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. Both boys immediately took the opportunity to run, taking off out of the kitchen. Where in the world they were headed was a total mystery, especially when one didn't even live there, but they weren't too concerned with that.
It was silent for a few moments as the three remaining pastas stood together in the kitchen, each occupied with their own thoughts. Finally, it was L.J. who spoke up. "We're getting too attached."
Violet frowned, asking, "What do you mean?"
A sigh escaped his throat as he folded his arms over his chest, replying, "We're spending too much time with these humans. We're starting to get attached. I mean, E.J. and Jeff are warding Lucas off? We wouldn't even have to be doing that if the boy didn't get so close to us in the first place! Same with Sammy and all these other freaking humans! We're getting too close to them, I'm telling you! We've been human for far too long!"
"Oh yeah, and look who's talking!" Violet snapped. "You bend to grandmama's will like you're her fucking slave!"
"Alright, alright, stop it," Masky snapped, sighing heavily. He was not in the mood to deal with this right now. "L.J. makes a good point. We have been in these human forms for far too long now. If this keeps going then we might just actually begin to want to stay like this."
"Don't you?" Violet asked, eyes snapping to his.
Frowning, Masky looked up at her, asking, "What do you mean?"
"Well..." she looked away. "None of us exactly chose to be what we are, right? It wasn't up to us. So why are we trying so hard to get back to something we never intended to be in the first place?"
It went silent after that. For the most part, she was right. None of them had chosen the lives they had. Right now, they were in many ways being given a new one. A second chance. And yet, here they were, thinking of ways to throw it away.
"Why are we doing this?" Violet murmured.
"You've gone soft," L.J. snapped, bringing their attention back to him. "Why are we doing this? Because we don't belong here. We're not humans, we're monsters. It's who we are and to just let that change... it's just wrong." He shot her a glare before turning and walking off, leaving the kitchen in a huff.
"Jeez, what's his problem?" Violet muttered, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest.
Masky just sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm getting too old for this..."
It was later that night and Grandmama had finally managed to convince Masky that Lucy needed to go to the hospital. So, with an anxious Lucas, a concerned E.J., and a bored Violet on their tail, the two took the young blonde to their local hospital, a small facility building with maybe one actual doctor and a couple of nurses. They were working on expanding the building (courtesy of the Carhartt family) but it was still under construction, so for the moment the capabilities of the small building were rather limited. They could, however, check for and treat any possible concussion Lucy might have concocted from falling down those stairs.
Entering the sickeningly bleach white building, the group of six headed over to the front desk, checking in with the receptionist who told them that the doctor would be with them soon. Taking their seats in the waiting room, then, they all waited quietly, no one saying a word. Not course, neither Lucy nor Masky had any serious concerns regarding her health, and even E.J. and Violet weren't all too worried. Really, the only ones who were even taking this seriously were the two actual humans. Go figure.
"The doctor will see you now," a young woman said, sending them a plastic smile as she stepped out from an attached hallway with a clipboard in her hands, brown hair pulled into a tight bun and white uniform spotless.
"Alright, thank you," Grandmama said, smiling back and standing up from her seat in one of the plastic, cushioned chairs. "Come on," she said, turning and waving everyone up, "let's go. I'm sure the doctor is very busy and doesn't have time for any lolligagging."
Lucy raised a brow, giving the old woman a look behind her back. 'Seriously? Does this place look busy to you? And who says lolligagging? I mean, really.' Then sighing, she stood up, following Grandmama and Masky into the hall after the nurse. The other three went to follow before being stopped by the receptionist, told they had to wait out there. They weren't too pleased about that, but obeyed anyhow, retaking their seats.
"This sucks..." Lucas muttered, resting his cheek on his fist, elbow on the arm of the chair, and anxiously tapping his foot against the tile floor.
"Would you stop that? You're making me feel anxious," Violet snapped, blue eyes glaring at him. She was still in a bit of a foul mood from earlier that day and neither boy sitting there with her was exactly on her good side at the moment.
"This is stupid..." E.J. sighed, folding his arms and slouching in his chair.
Growling in frustration, sick of the torrent of pessimism surrounding her, Violet stood up, strutting across the waiting room with her fists clenched by her sides. This caught the attention of the two sulking boys, making them look up at her.
"Hey, where yah going?" Lucas asked, frowning.
Not bothering to stop or even turn around to look at them, Violet shouted, "I'm taking a walk!" Then with that she left off down a hallway, aimlessly strolling through the small hospital with no clue whatsoever of where she was going.
"Stupid guys..." she muttered, storming down the hallway, not paying any attention to her surroundings. "Always one thing if not another. And people say girls are dramatic. Sheesh..."
Suddenly hearing the clicking of heels, Violet stopped, frowning. It wasn't like a woman's heels but the kind you'd find on men's dress shoes or something, by the sounds of it. Heavier and more of a thud really than a click. Turning, she looked down the hall but saw nothing. No one was there. Weird...
Shrugging it off, she began to move again when the clicking started up again. She stopped. The clicking stopped. Turning around, she again saw nothing, and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Hello?" she called. "Is someone there?" No reply, of course.
Turning forward again, Violet took a deep breath, slowly starting to walk again. The clicking started. She sped up. The clicking sped up. She went faster. So didn't the clicking. She came to a sudden stop. The clicking did too.
"What the hell...?" she whispered, turning to peer over her shoulder again. Still, there was no one there. What was going on?
Just then the lights began to flicker, dimming from a brilliant white to low glow as it switched back and forth from a total black. Gasping in surprise, Violet swung around, frantically looking up and down both sides of the hall. It was pitch black on either end and there didn't appear to be a soul in sight. What on earth was happening?
"Hello?!" she called again, louder than before. "Please, is someone there?!" There was reply, and as she stood looking around her she began to again hear the thud click of heels. "This isn't funny!" she yelled, spinning about as she tried to determine which direction the sound was coming from. "Nobody's laughing!"
As she had spoken a deep, quiet chuckling began, the footsteps coming to a halt. The laughter grew steadily louder and more insane until it was practically manic, echoing along the hall and vibrating in her ears, forcing her to cover them with her hands just because of the sheer volume.
"Hello..." the voice spoke, deep, rumbling, echoing, "... experiment 906609."
Violet's eyes widened, flashes of these... visions... playing through her head. The man's voice seemed to each in her brain, replaying over and over. 'Experiment 906609... Experiment 906609... Experiment 906609...'
Slowly turning, hands still cupped over her ears, Violet set wide, blue eyes on the other end of the ha. There, just in the shadows stood a man, his face dark but appearance clear. His bleach white labcoat stuck out, glasses shining in the dim light, reflective. A wide grin spread across his face as he stared at her, a needle held in one hand, dripping with some unknown clear liquid. "We've been waiting for you."
Screaming, Violet took off down the other end of the hall, the man's laughter following him the entire way. What was his name again? Dr... Zane? Zenith? Zachary? Zander. Dr. Zander was his name.
Running along seemingly endless halls, turning here and there, Violet wondered where on earth she was. The hospital was tiny, so where had all the halls come from, and why we're they all so dim, the lights flickering? It was like something straight out of a horror movie.
"It's time for your pills, 906609..." Dr. Zander's voice reached her ears, though she had no idea where he was. All she knew was that she didn't care to find out.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, tears welling in her eyes. Terror and confusion filled her as she raced through the darkened hospital, up and down endless corridors of fear. No matter which way she turned all she found was yet another long hall, no doors or exits visible in any of them. How any of this was even possible she had no idea, but she had to get away. She had to. She just did.
Turning down another hall, Violet paused, seeing a single door down at the end. It was probably a dead end, but it could also be an exit. Hearing the approaching footsteps behind her, she made her decision, racing at top speed down the long hall and towards the door. Reaching out, she grasped the doorknob, twisting and pulling. It was locked.
Laughter echoed down the hall, and as Violet turned she saw the slowly approaching figure of Dr. Zander behind her, his chest rumbling with laughter and a sick, twisted grin on his face.
"This will only hurt a bit..." he chuckled, pressing on the syringe and making it spirit some of that clear liquid into the air. Violet gulped, not liking the looks of that at all.
Quickly spinning around again, Violet continued to try the knob, pulling on it as hard as she could. "Come on, come on..." she murmured, pulling as hard as she could. It was locked, though, and wouldn't budge.
Turning to see that the doctor was coming even closer, she went to her last resort, stepping back and ramming her shoulder into the door. She did this again and again, slamming her entire body as hard as she could against it. Final, the lock snapped and the door burst open, Violet stumbling into the room. Catching her footing and balancing herself before she fell, Violet quickly turned and slammed the door shut behind her, pressing her back against it, heavily panting and breath coming short.
"Come here, 906609... It's time to take your shots..." his voice crept through the door, sending chills along her spine. Desperately glancing around for any sort of escape or at least a weapon or something, Violet found to her surprise that the room she was in wasn't a normal hospital room. Oh no, it was much worse.
She stood in what appeared to be a cell, damp, cement walls and floor surrounding her, cracks slithering their way across the hard surface. Water dripped steadily from the ceiling, falling into a puddle formed in a dip in the floor. It was dark, there being no discernable light source to be found. Everything about the room was dreary and unpleasant. Yet something about it felt so familiar that it filled her with terror and fear, enough to chill and shake even the hardest bone in her body.
Suddenly, the sound of a small child crying reached her ears, echoing in the small room. She looked around, but saw no one there. Other than her, the room was completely empty.
"I'm so hungry..." the voice sobbed. "Why won't they feed me...?"
Violet opened her mouth to call out to the child's voice when suddenly a sharp, painful ache started up in her stomach. Groaning, she knelt over, doubling herself as she clutched at her belly. His growled loudly, much like a beast, and a feeling like a hundred knifes being stabbed into her overtook her. Tears leaked from her eyes and the child continued to sob somewhere, complaining about their hunger.
"I'm so hungry! Please! Please, someone help me! I just want to eat!"
"Stop it..." Violet whispered, clutching at her stomach in pain. "Stop crying... Stop it..."
About then the voice changed, becoming a bit older and shakier in tone. "I can't take it..." the voice murmured, quivering as though on the brink of sanity.
Slowly straightening her body, the tearing, stabbing pain in her stomach gone, Violet looked around the cell with wide eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. The room was blurry and almostvlooked as though it were shaking. Or... was that just her?
"Maybe this will help... It will set me free..." the voice whispered, laughing a dry, choked laugh. "Free... I can be free..."
A foul smell filled the air, metallic and salty. Feeling a sharp, numbing pain on her wrist, Violet looked down, eyes widening at what she saw. A deep, red line appeared slowly over her tanned skin, blood welling up and sliding down, staining the surface of her arm a deep red. Another cut appeared soon after, followed by another. One by one cuts appeared along her arms, bleeding out and covering her in the sticky, scarlet substance.
Screaming in fear, Violet tried desperately to stop the flow of blood, grasping her arms and frantically trying to wipe the blood away. "Stop it! Stop it!" she screamed, rubbing and slapping herself, clawing at her skin and tearing at her own flesh. "STOP IT!"
Laughter echoed from the other side of the door, loud and manic, while whispers and murmurs cascaded around the room, filling her brain with so many voices she could barely comprehend.
"STOP IT!" she screamed again, tears falling from her face and dropping to the cement floor. "PLEASE, STOP!"
A/N - Another chapter~ Be sure to review. :)
(NOTE: Violet is a character created by faithdakitty on Wattpad. Go read her story Dementia if you want to learn more about her and her past!)
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