Disclaimer: No I still don't own Dark Angel!
Notes: I've gone and written the second chapter of my drabble turned real story. Do please review, if you will. It makes me an extra happy author lady! :)
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...The Unspoken...
...by Plastic Female Plaything...
...plasticteenprototype@earthlink.net...
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Her life in this dark place stretches on and on, much longer than she was in the other cell. It was longer even than the before time. Memories fade, as most things do, but she swore she would never forget how she came here. The cell before this cell is a bright image in her mind. No, she doesn't forget the other cell. It was the colors she forgot. The shapes of things are clear, but the colors just fade to black. She knew that something was wrong with her memory; she realized that there ought to be colors, but she couldn't remember them. She knew her beginning, but couldn't see her end. Only blackness. All around her relentless dark pressing against her body.
It seems sometimes a living thing. Other times it seems even more lifeless than she.
She pressed startlingly thin fingers to her face, to remind herself that she still had one.
She struck with clenched fists at the wall, to remind herself that she could still feel pain.
Sometimes she pressed so hard that her fingers left indentations in her skin.
Sometimes she hits again and again until warm blood flowed from her hands.
Once she knew daytime. In the before time, they would often train out of doors, the doors that are now only closed to her, and she would taste the sweet fresh air and smelled the pleasing sent of the trees. Now she only knew night, she tasted only the stale air of her cell and smelled the sent of her own body.
It is difficult to bear such monotony when you are made to sleep seldomly. At first sleeping was a welcome escape. In sleep the nothingness was complete. No walls, no mind-noise, nothing at all. Empty. But then the dreams started and sleep was no escape at all. The darkness of her cell followed her even there. If it were just the darkness that followed her from the world of real to the world of sleeping then she would not mind so much, but it was not just the darkness. The mind screams of those, whose life had been stolen away at her hands, until they lay motionless in pools of vivid red blood, followed her to the world of sleeping as well.
She woke up weak and fearful from such dreams, the echoes of screaming still in her mind. It faded soon after, but the fear was still there. She sleeps very little, even for a transgenic.
Hours, minutes, seconds. She remembered that time meant much in the before time. Everything was regulated by time. Eating time. Sleeping time. Training time. Now time had no meaning for her. No use. No purpose. Food came at irregular intervals, as if the world outside her cell has lost the measurement of time with her. Sometimes it would be until hunger ate away at her body, and her arms and legs became too weak for her to rise from her mat, until food came for her. Other times food would come so close together that she was still full from her last meal when the next one arrived. Her hair grew long from her head. Longer than they ever would have allowed it in the before time but no one saw her, just as she saw no one, so they do not know. Her fingernails and toenails grew long too, but she bit them off.
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All time, that has no more meaning, passed this way.
All time passed with out interlude, with out significant change until she woke up with the screams echoing in her brain to find that the darkness was thick and hot against her. Her breath comes slowly and difficult, but the more she breathed in, the worse it became. It made her cough so violently that fell off her mat to the floor. The darkness now smelled differently as well. The darkness had never smelled of anything but her unwashed body before. Something about this new scent made the fear rise within her, threatening to suffocate her even more than the air did. She tried to remember from the before time. No. No! NO! Burning. Fire. Smoke. Destruction. She remembered why this smell was so familiar.
Death comes for me now, she thought.
But then, oh! The door flew open letting light into her cell.
She screamed.
Her hands clawed in fierce fists at her eyes, trying to stop the sudden and intense pain burning at them. When she opened them again, there was no light, but she had not heard the door close. She pressed her hands back to her eyelids. Now she could hear an alarm sounding out. She knew it was not the light that had gone, but instead it was her vision that had fled at the first moment that she needed it.
The sounds of feet slapping against the hard floor and incoherent mind- noise filled her ears and she tried to call out to these quick moving people, but it had been so long since she had made mouth words that no sound came from her lips. She tried again, her desperation giving her strength, and this time her efforts were rewarded with a rough unpleasant sound that erupted from her. It was not a word, but it was enough to catch the attention of two passing males. Their mind voices were stronger than the others, less afraid. They stood in her doorway, and stared at her skin- and-bones body, frighteningly pale skin, hands pressing firmly against her eyelids.
"How long as she been in there?
"Her eyes... why does she have her hands like... something is wrong with her eyes. Is she blind?"
"Look at her skin... have you ever seen anything like that? She must have been in here for years. The light from the door way... it must have temporarily blinded her."
"Should we help her? I don't think she can make it out by herself."
Help. Yes. She remembers the meaning of this word. She needs help. They must help her. She must make her voice work again. Again her desperation aids her.
"Heeeleepe."
It was almost not a word with the way her throat, unused since she defied the dark minded man, distorted it. They must have heard and understood her on some level; she felt warm hands lift her frail body from the floor. Hands still pressed against her eyelids, she was carried as gently as this faceless man can, given his apparent haste. Yes, she remembered. Burning. Fire. Smoke. Destruction. Escape. Out-
"She weighs almost nothing. Smells too. Wha-"
The ground trembled and wavered beneath them, no more words were spoken as they renewed their speed, running as quickly as only a transgenic could. Her saviors were like her. This was good, she decides. The other ones would only put her into another cell, and maybe this time it would be worse. Soon they went through the last door, and clean air burst fresh and cold on her skin. She could breath again freely, no longer hindered by the threat of smoke, and did so in great shuddering bursts. She wished that she had the use of her eyes so that she might see this new and fresh outside world. A world with trees, animals, and air that would no longer sit heavy in her lungs.
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She could not have realized how her life would change now that the cell was gone. She could not comprehend the vastness of the world outside of her walls. She could not know the hardships she would endure. For now, she only made happy mind-noise that spoke of boundless hope and a naive faith in a world she had never known.
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It would be another month before she fully regained the use of her eyes.
But for now she was content with these two strangers.
Racing towards the light.
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To be continued.
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Yeah! Chapter two is out and I just wanted to thank the three people (so far) that have reviewed my story. You guys made my day! Thanks! And also thanks to Nini for telling me with absolute honesty that the first chapter of my story was lacking in commas. Thanks Nini! May you always be around to fix my mistakes. :p
Notes: I've gone and written the second chapter of my drabble turned real story. Do please review, if you will. It makes me an extra happy author lady! :)
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...The Unspoken...
...by Plastic Female Plaything...
...plasticteenprototype@earthlink.net...
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Her life in this dark place stretches on and on, much longer than she was in the other cell. It was longer even than the before time. Memories fade, as most things do, but she swore she would never forget how she came here. The cell before this cell is a bright image in her mind. No, she doesn't forget the other cell. It was the colors she forgot. The shapes of things are clear, but the colors just fade to black. She knew that something was wrong with her memory; she realized that there ought to be colors, but she couldn't remember them. She knew her beginning, but couldn't see her end. Only blackness. All around her relentless dark pressing against her body.
It seems sometimes a living thing. Other times it seems even more lifeless than she.
She pressed startlingly thin fingers to her face, to remind herself that she still had one.
She struck with clenched fists at the wall, to remind herself that she could still feel pain.
Sometimes she pressed so hard that her fingers left indentations in her skin.
Sometimes she hits again and again until warm blood flowed from her hands.
Once she knew daytime. In the before time, they would often train out of doors, the doors that are now only closed to her, and she would taste the sweet fresh air and smelled the pleasing sent of the trees. Now she only knew night, she tasted only the stale air of her cell and smelled the sent of her own body.
It is difficult to bear such monotony when you are made to sleep seldomly. At first sleeping was a welcome escape. In sleep the nothingness was complete. No walls, no mind-noise, nothing at all. Empty. But then the dreams started and sleep was no escape at all. The darkness of her cell followed her even there. If it were just the darkness that followed her from the world of real to the world of sleeping then she would not mind so much, but it was not just the darkness. The mind screams of those, whose life had been stolen away at her hands, until they lay motionless in pools of vivid red blood, followed her to the world of sleeping as well.
She woke up weak and fearful from such dreams, the echoes of screaming still in her mind. It faded soon after, but the fear was still there. She sleeps very little, even for a transgenic.
Hours, minutes, seconds. She remembered that time meant much in the before time. Everything was regulated by time. Eating time. Sleeping time. Training time. Now time had no meaning for her. No use. No purpose. Food came at irregular intervals, as if the world outside her cell has lost the measurement of time with her. Sometimes it would be until hunger ate away at her body, and her arms and legs became too weak for her to rise from her mat, until food came for her. Other times food would come so close together that she was still full from her last meal when the next one arrived. Her hair grew long from her head. Longer than they ever would have allowed it in the before time but no one saw her, just as she saw no one, so they do not know. Her fingernails and toenails grew long too, but she bit them off.
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All time, that has no more meaning, passed this way.
All time passed with out interlude, with out significant change until she woke up with the screams echoing in her brain to find that the darkness was thick and hot against her. Her breath comes slowly and difficult, but the more she breathed in, the worse it became. It made her cough so violently that fell off her mat to the floor. The darkness now smelled differently as well. The darkness had never smelled of anything but her unwashed body before. Something about this new scent made the fear rise within her, threatening to suffocate her even more than the air did. She tried to remember from the before time. No. No! NO! Burning. Fire. Smoke. Destruction. She remembered why this smell was so familiar.
Death comes for me now, she thought.
But then, oh! The door flew open letting light into her cell.
She screamed.
Her hands clawed in fierce fists at her eyes, trying to stop the sudden and intense pain burning at them. When she opened them again, there was no light, but she had not heard the door close. She pressed her hands back to her eyelids. Now she could hear an alarm sounding out. She knew it was not the light that had gone, but instead it was her vision that had fled at the first moment that she needed it.
The sounds of feet slapping against the hard floor and incoherent mind- noise filled her ears and she tried to call out to these quick moving people, but it had been so long since she had made mouth words that no sound came from her lips. She tried again, her desperation giving her strength, and this time her efforts were rewarded with a rough unpleasant sound that erupted from her. It was not a word, but it was enough to catch the attention of two passing males. Their mind voices were stronger than the others, less afraid. They stood in her doorway, and stared at her skin- and-bones body, frighteningly pale skin, hands pressing firmly against her eyelids.
"How long as she been in there?
"Her eyes... why does she have her hands like... something is wrong with her eyes. Is she blind?"
"Look at her skin... have you ever seen anything like that? She must have been in here for years. The light from the door way... it must have temporarily blinded her."
"Should we help her? I don't think she can make it out by herself."
Help. Yes. She remembers the meaning of this word. She needs help. They must help her. She must make her voice work again. Again her desperation aids her.
"Heeeleepe."
It was almost not a word with the way her throat, unused since she defied the dark minded man, distorted it. They must have heard and understood her on some level; she felt warm hands lift her frail body from the floor. Hands still pressed against her eyelids, she was carried as gently as this faceless man can, given his apparent haste. Yes, she remembered. Burning. Fire. Smoke. Destruction. Escape. Out-
"She weighs almost nothing. Smells too. Wha-"
The ground trembled and wavered beneath them, no more words were spoken as they renewed their speed, running as quickly as only a transgenic could. Her saviors were like her. This was good, she decides. The other ones would only put her into another cell, and maybe this time it would be worse. Soon they went through the last door, and clean air burst fresh and cold on her skin. She could breath again freely, no longer hindered by the threat of smoke, and did so in great shuddering bursts. She wished that she had the use of her eyes so that she might see this new and fresh outside world. A world with trees, animals, and air that would no longer sit heavy in her lungs.
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She could not have realized how her life would change now that the cell was gone. She could not comprehend the vastness of the world outside of her walls. She could not know the hardships she would endure. For now, she only made happy mind-noise that spoke of boundless hope and a naive faith in a world she had never known.
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It would be another month before she fully regained the use of her eyes.
But for now she was content with these two strangers.
Racing towards the light.
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To be continued.
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Yeah! Chapter two is out and I just wanted to thank the three people (so far) that have reviewed my story. You guys made my day! Thanks! And also thanks to Nini for telling me with absolute honesty that the first chapter of my story was lacking in commas. Thanks Nini! May you always be around to fix my mistakes. :p