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A/N- Wow, at the writing rate I'm going at this fanfic is going to take a long time to finish. But school and social life have been taking over quite a bit recently, so yeah. I'll just keep writing whenever and maybe in a year or two it'll finish. -sigh-
Chapter 3 Swollen
Quistis's
lips parted as a small sigh slid out. Where was she? What time was it? Her eyes
slowly opened, then shut again. Everything was far too blurry to be made out.
She waited another minute before she opened her eyes again, blinking hesitantly.
Quistis laid for another minute as she let her vision adjust to the bathroom
ceiling. Ah, so that's where she was...
Her fucking bathroom.
Quistis's eyes widened as memories flooded back. How long was
she out since she saw that... that damn thing in her vent!? Quistis lifted her
head an inch off of the floor of her shower before slamming it back down again,
wincing. She'd obviously hit her head pretty hard for it to be hurting that
much. A headache quickly found it's way into her skull as she squeezed her eyes
shut in pain. Her stomach churned violently as if it had a mind of it's own as
she began to remember the details of the horror that laid quietly in her vent.
What she saw was so repugnant, it even
took her a minute to distinguish it as being human. What was in there, was in
fact the remains of a naked young woman. The girl's head was propped against
the vent apparently on purpose so that when Quistis opened the vent, the
head would slide off of the vent door to hang out from her neck at an awkward
angle. Well, when Quistis opened it, that's what happened. When the vent was
opened, the sick killer's plan to scare the living hell out of Quistis worked.
It exposed the ripped open skin around the girl's neck, which had dried
with time and curled back to reveal the red insides of her throat. The girl's
eyes were flipped back revealing only whites and her pale lips were curled
into an innocent smile. Her face, neck, and chest was littered with small cuts and lines
which spelt out vulgar words and phrases, such as 'Bitch' and 'Necrophilia
recommended'. One of them stuck hard with Quistis, even
after she'd passed out.
Blonde whores come first.
The rest of her body was hidden in shadow, to Quistis's
relief. She didn't want to know at all what else was carved over the poor girl's
naked form. Quistis covered her mouth with her hand and threw up as she sat up
violently, taking in the familiar scent of rotting flesh. She squirmed and got
up on her knees quickly, ignoring her broken toe and her pounding headache. With
a lot of trouble, Quistis managed to get to her bathroom door to get her robe,
and then all the way out of her bathroom using
only one hand and one foot to crawl out, since she couldn't use the foot with
the broken toe and her other hand was too busy suppressing vomit. Quistis stood
up and though her toe was biting painfully and her knees were shaking, she grabbed
the handle to her bathroom and slammed it closed as fast as she could,
before twisting around and sliding down against the door into a slump. She
buried her head in her hands and let tears fall down her cheeks.
Who the fuck would do this to her? What kind of fucking
pervert knew her or even watched her enough to find out where she lived to do
this? She knew nobody that hated her enough, unless some sicko had been watching
her and did this for his own amusement. This, she could believe since she knew
there were some seriously twisted people out there who did this kind of thing
for entertainment, to show off to their friends, or for their own demented
sexual pleasure. Maybe the guy was into Necrosadism. Quistis shivered as she
thought more about the topic, her head raising from her hands in thought. She
knew she was acting weak right now, for the real Quistis was strong and could
take it all on. She was after all, an instructor and a widely respected one at
that after the war with Ultimecia. But this was just cruel, leaving the torn
body in her vent with all those gross comments on it. And the girl, she could've
been at least 16 or 17, Quistis judged.
The
shaken blond sat against her bathroom door for a few minutes or a few
hours, she didn't know. Time seemed so surreal right now to tell anyways, as did
everything else. But that was besides the point. Quistis had cleared her mind
(or tried to) over and over again while she sat there and let her pulse edge down to a normal
pace. When she was sure she was feeling at least a little better, Quistis began to
slowly stand. It took her a few hard tries, but finally she was steady on her feet.
Now Quistis needed to plan what to do next about this. Whoever put that in her
vent knew her or had seen her enough times to do this and knew where she lived.
It couldn't have been random... Could it?
The small blond glared at the bathroom door. Whoever did this
would have to deal with her soon, if she could find who it was. When she did
find the ass behind this, boy would she let them have it for traumatizing her
like that. Quistis strode away
from the bathroom door and to her kitchen her fists clenched with anger and
fright whilst ignoring her throbbing toe. She went over to her kitchen cabinet
and grabbed a small can of pepper spray she always had hidden back behind a
large bowl she kept. Quistis had tons of these cans everywhere she could at all
time. One could never be too careful in times like these. After safely pocketing
the can, she limped to her bedroom. When she got there, she stopped outside of
the door, her toe getting the best of her finally. She couldn't walk much more
with this mental and physical pain. Her slender fingers grasped the handle to
her bedroom and she opening it, limping blindly over to her bed. With an
exhausted sigh, she let her body fall loosely to her comfortable bed...
I see you.
The tired woman's brow furrowed with annoyance and confusion
as her body didn't hit something soft.. Like a bed or a pillow.. But rather hard
and lumpy. Perhaps she left (a lot of) her clothes on her bed and forgot to move
it. Well, whatever it was, it was under her blankets. . . But why? She
sighed heavily and slowly rolled over off of the large frame in her bed. Still
glaring, Quistis wrapped her fingers around the top of her covers and pulled
them down.
"Jesus Christ. . ."
Her eyes widened as far as her lids would allow as her heart immediately
skipped a beat. There was no way. . . This couldn't be happening, or for that
matter, even possible. A scream built up in Quistis's throat but she couldn't
make a single noise; she couldn't even breathe. She looked at the fresh bloodied
up corpse in her bed a moment longer. . . Who ever killed it, fucking skinned
it. Not even the eyelids remained. The thing's frozen expression made it obvious
that it felt every moment of it's skin being inch-by-inch removed, as it's mouth
was contorted into a gaping hole and it's fleshless hands were tensed open. She
couldn't tell if it was male or female yet; it hardly even resembled a human. .
. But inside she knew it was probably once a female.
Quistis's eyes flew open, awaking abruptly from the dream, and she violently rolled out of her bed as fast
as humanly possible. She tore swiftly and rather surprisingly fast out of her
corrupted bedroom and straight out of her apartment, not even thinking twice to
get dressed or grabbing her keys or anything. All she wanted was to get out of there
NOW, no matter the cost. She just needed to escape. . .
The mentally-torn blond stumbled out of the apartment
building and onto the streets, crying and yelling like a mad woman, making
shocked passerby's stop and stare at her. It all finally built up in her so
much, she'd lost all control of her mind and body and couldn't handle it
anymore. She grabbed her head and ran into the night, screaming out her feelings
of helplessness and insanity. She didn't notice or even care about the few
people who were staring at her, or even about her calm reputation. She only
needed to escape the madness and adrenaline. . . She needed to escape and be
free of this hell. . . Within a few more minutes of reckless running (even
though her broken toe was causing her much pain)
and screaming, her body gave up and she quickly blacked out.