Chapter Six: Heart Shaped Box
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Dib sat up at a sound, looking around quickly, fear bubbling in his stomach. Dib sat up on the edge of the bed that he had gone back to, to try to rest. He gripped the covers on the edge in such a grip it hurt his joints. The noise came again, along with a pale light. Dib squinted at it, trying to make out what it was. His mind raced, his breath and heartbeat quickened. Was it another one of those monsters? Dib would die if he heard that line one more time. He felt himself slip and suddenly he forgot what he was doing here for a moment. It came back as a loud snapping sound came to his ears, banishing his thoughts of the throbbing headache that continued to peruse him. He sucked in his breath as the light got brighter and brighter before blinking out. Dib opened his eyes to darkness and one glowing, floating light in front of him.
Shakily, Dib reached out with both hands, propelled by a strange feeling to touch it. His long pale fingers were lit up with a glowing green as they neared the glowing parcel. Dib winced as his skin touched the glowing box, a sharp pain shooting though his fingertips, running up to his brain in an electrical shock. Dib sucked in a breath as his arms retracted suddenly, bringing the glowing box to his chest. He stared at the box and wished he hadn't grabbed it. Things blended together in his mind as he took fast, shaky gasps of air. He felt his body tremble uncontrollably while his arms stayed as stiff as statues. From behind him he felt the familiar weight on the bed as someone climbed on and moved towards him.
Dib, wanting to turn around and chuck the box at whatever it was behind him, cried out when cold fingers were placed on his neck. He seemed frozen in place, staring down at the glowing box, square and featureless. Suddenly a voice sounded in his ear. It was cold, psychotic, and familiar.
"Open the box Dib."
"No!"
"Open the box...Dib...don't you want to know what's inside it?"
"What have you done Fate..."
"It's really good Dib..." Fate whispered playfully, drawing out the l's in really.
"Get away from me Fate."
"Open it." Fate whispered, her lips brushing Dib's ear, making him shiver.
Dib's arms suddenly jolted to life with jerky movements as the box shaped itself. Dib looked away as another flash of light hit his eyes. When he looked back Dib uttered a cry of anger, distress, and insanity as he stared at the box. It had become a golden heart shaped box that glowed eerily in his hands. He heard Fate laugh softly in his ear as he was sure she was watching over his shoulder, pleased by what she saw. Her fingers ran up and down his shoulders and neck, leaving behind shudders in his skin as she waited. Dib's hands moved up to the top of the box. His mind spun and everything slipped. The box opened slowly. Dib looked in. His brain snapped as he peered into the box. Fate laughed cruelly in his ear, kissing it before biting it so hard that it bled. The blood trickled down his earlobe as she whispered a cruel sentence in his ear. Dib screamed, letting loose.
There in the dark, the screams echoing off the walls, mixing in with one sentence. Fate's arms wrapped tightly around Dib, laughing maniacally.
"Fatality Approaches Concealed in a Sachet of Hearts."
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A nurse ran to the window and looked into the white room. She hit the panic button which brought a team of doctors dressed in white running to her side. She calmly told them what happened and they peered into the cell, watching the squirming figure in white, struggle and scream as he sat in the corner, his eyes rolling up into his head.
"He just started to scream again Doctor. It was the worse thing in the world. I swear that sound is inhuman. When I got up to look...he...he..."
"Yes? Go on please." The doctor asked, watching the figure scream, foam dripping from his mouth.
"He...I don't know how it happened...I mean, no one's been in there and..."
"What is it my good woman?" The doctor said impatiently.
"I came to the window and he had that strange box in there with him. I know I didn't put it in there and no one has been in here and..."
Another burst of screaming echoed off the padded walls to vibrate the glass that stood between the staff and the figure in the straight jacket. The nurse cried out, stepping back as the glass bent inward with the force of the scream, almost shattering. She fell back, knocking over some equipment, the doctors at the window shielding their faces and falling away from the window. Inside the figure squirmed against his straightjacket, the yellowish off-white foam bubbling up on the patient's lips to froth out and down his chin to his chest. The patient slammed his head up against the padded wall, ruffling his black hair, his brown eyes rolling up into his head to show only white streaked with blood red veins. Beside the patient sat a small, golden, heart shaped box. A red ribbon that had held it shut was undone, laying on the floor beside the box. The lid was off and inside there were two plush figures. They were crudely sewn, resembling two people. Their black button eyes gleamed eerily in the florescent lights of the padded cell.
***Present***
Dib sat up at a sound, looking around quickly, fear bubbling in his stomach. Dib sat up on the edge of the bed that he had gone back to, to try to rest. He gripped the covers on the edge in such a grip it hurt his joints. The noise came again, along with a pale light. Dib squinted at it, trying to make out what it was. His mind raced, his breath and heartbeat quickened. Was it another one of those monsters? Dib would die if he heard that line one more time. He felt himself slip and suddenly he forgot what he was doing here for a moment. It came back as a loud snapping sound came to his ears, banishing his thoughts of the throbbing headache that continued to peruse him. He sucked in his breath as the light got brighter and brighter before blinking out. Dib opened his eyes to darkness and one glowing, floating light in front of him.
Shakily, Dib reached out with both hands, propelled by a strange feeling to touch it. His long pale fingers were lit up with a glowing green as they neared the glowing parcel. Dib winced as his skin touched the glowing box, a sharp pain shooting though his fingertips, running up to his brain in an electrical shock. Dib sucked in a breath as his arms retracted suddenly, bringing the glowing box to his chest. He stared at the box and wished he hadn't grabbed it. Things blended together in his mind as he took fast, shaky gasps of air. He felt his body tremble uncontrollably while his arms stayed as stiff as statues. From behind him he felt the familiar weight on the bed as someone climbed on and moved towards him.
Dib, wanting to turn around and chuck the box at whatever it was behind him, cried out when cold fingers were placed on his neck. He seemed frozen in place, staring down at the glowing box, square and featureless. Suddenly a voice sounded in his ear. It was cold, psychotic, and familiar.
"Open the box Dib."
"No!"
"Open the box...Dib...don't you want to know what's inside it?"
"What have you done Fate..."
"It's really good Dib..." Fate whispered playfully, drawing out the l's in really.
"Get away from me Fate."
"Open it." Fate whispered, her lips brushing Dib's ear, making him shiver.
Dib's arms suddenly jolted to life with jerky movements as the box shaped itself. Dib looked away as another flash of light hit his eyes. When he looked back Dib uttered a cry of anger, distress, and insanity as he stared at the box. It had become a golden heart shaped box that glowed eerily in his hands. He heard Fate laugh softly in his ear as he was sure she was watching over his shoulder, pleased by what she saw. Her fingers ran up and down his shoulders and neck, leaving behind shudders in his skin as she waited. Dib's hands moved up to the top of the box. His mind spun and everything slipped. The box opened slowly. Dib looked in. His brain snapped as he peered into the box. Fate laughed cruelly in his ear, kissing it before biting it so hard that it bled. The blood trickled down his earlobe as she whispered a cruel sentence in his ear. Dib screamed, letting loose.
There in the dark, the screams echoing off the walls, mixing in with one sentence. Fate's arms wrapped tightly around Dib, laughing maniacally.
"Fatality Approaches Concealed in a Sachet of Hearts."
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A nurse ran to the window and looked into the white room. She hit the panic button which brought a team of doctors dressed in white running to her side. She calmly told them what happened and they peered into the cell, watching the squirming figure in white, struggle and scream as he sat in the corner, his eyes rolling up into his head.
"He just started to scream again Doctor. It was the worse thing in the world. I swear that sound is inhuman. When I got up to look...he...he..."
"Yes? Go on please." The doctor asked, watching the figure scream, foam dripping from his mouth.
"He...I don't know how it happened...I mean, no one's been in there and..."
"What is it my good woman?" The doctor said impatiently.
"I came to the window and he had that strange box in there with him. I know I didn't put it in there and no one has been in here and..."
Another burst of screaming echoed off the padded walls to vibrate the glass that stood between the staff and the figure in the straight jacket. The nurse cried out, stepping back as the glass bent inward with the force of the scream, almost shattering. She fell back, knocking over some equipment, the doctors at the window shielding their faces and falling away from the window. Inside the figure squirmed against his straightjacket, the yellowish off-white foam bubbling up on the patient's lips to froth out and down his chin to his chest. The patient slammed his head up against the padded wall, ruffling his black hair, his brown eyes rolling up into his head to show only white streaked with blood red veins. Beside the patient sat a small, golden, heart shaped box. A red ribbon that had held it shut was undone, laying on the floor beside the box. The lid was off and inside there were two plush figures. They were crudely sewn, resembling two people. Their black button eyes gleamed eerily in the florescent lights of the padded cell.