Taylor knew she was panicking.
She didn't care, instead she used every emotion that she was experiencing to fuel her clamouring and her kicking.
It hadn't even been a full minute since the locker door closed violently and she had vomited again because of the smell. The crawling things, squirming, slimy things leaving in the filth making themselves known as soon as she arrived only worsened things.
So, despite her urge to vomit again, to cry, to rage, to give up, to kill the Trio, to be let out, to be hugged by Emma, to cave the redhead's face in, to… she kept kicking backwards and hitting the door with all the strength she had with all the momentum she could gain from such a small, cramped space.
The cruel parting words aired out by the Trio kept repeating in her mind as a mantra.
After a particular strong kick she felt something hitting her right leg and digging deep into her; in her panic she ignored it.
She shouldn't have.
But even if she had stopped to look, her leg was encased in filth inside a locker whose only light source were three small parallel lines in the metal door with her back to the entry holes, so she wouldn't have seen much. She wouldn't have seen one of the two large screws that had supported the locker's middle shelf (that had been removed to allow space for this prank) had, indeed, found purchase in her flesh and, with her moving her leg savagely, it had ripped it deep causing a small, but not unsubstantial, stream of blood to join the filth around her.
The first sign that something had deeply gone wrong was the sudden dizziness. She thought it might be whatever fumes the degraded trash was wafting that was making her weak but soon enough she started feeling cold and her skin felt clammy. Her breathing, that was already coming quick, started becoming desperate.
It was a single minute between the first effects and she coming to the realization of what was happening: she was dying…
It took two other horrifying desperate minutes for that realization to become reality.
Two of her last thoughts were of sadness for her dad who would grieve for her and of hope that she would be reunited with her mom.
Her third thought was how hopelessly she had lost control of her own life.
"Hello, Taylor Hebert."
What?
There in the Shadows, in the corner of the cramped locker, there was a black Spider, made of webs and chains and Nothigness with bright orange eyes.
"Let's make a deal." Said the Spider "You are dying. But if you give me your body you'll live. Help me fulfil my goals and I'll help you with yours. What do you think?"
I don'- What? An hallucination? She felt the last of her conscious starting to slip away.
"You don't have much time, as you can tell. So? The answer?"
Yes, please. After all, what harm was there to entertain her own hallucination in her last moments?
"Thank you."
Ω
Waking up had been like coming up for air in the open ocean.
The waves hitting her and the current pushing her down.
It was only with force and meaning and a lot of effort that she finally had her head above water and she woke up.
The ceiling was white, the walls even whiter and her surroundings smelled like disinfectant.
She was laying down in a bed with metal railings and had something connecting to her arm.
Ah, the realization came. I'm in a hospital.
She closed her eyes, trying to reorganize her thoughts.
"So, that was all a dream?"
"No, you silly girl. It was all real."
She jumped out of her bed, almost falling to the floor with the sudden scare she got.
"Who- Who are you and… what the hell do you mean it wasn't a dream?"
The girl in front of her was dressed neatly in a black suit and black tie. But… everything else was like Taylor. It was like looking at a mirror. But the Taylor in front of her wasn't her, Taylor knew she never walked that confidently, not anymore, with her back straight and her chin high… and her eyes were not the colour of a sunset, nor did they have multiple black rings inside of them. And her hair was not the blood red the woman in front of her sported. Nor was she that big in the chest department…
"That dream where you had revenge over the three people that tortured you for a year and a half? It wasn't a dream."
"Wha- so – they…" Taylor gulped and redirected her thoughts. "You haven't explained who you are!? And why do you look like me?"
"Ah, yes. Of course. Introductions." The girl in the black suit bowed slightly in greeting and said "I am the Control Devil."
She raised from a slightly bended posture and smirked slightly.
"But since you and I have made an accord so I can take over your body, therefore making you, Taylor Hebert, a Fiend and my partner in this new World, you may call me Makima."
A/N: It isn't big enough to be called a One-Shot so...
I hope you enjoyed this Snippet.
The Title is a reference to Egyptian Mythology: the night cycle is divided into hours and are named according to events that happened in those hours to Ra's boat while it sails in the Underworld (The Duat). "Abyss of Waters, Lofty of Banks" is the name for the 10th hour (4 AM) where, among other things, Khepri joins with Ra in the boat. I am sure you guys understand the analogy I am trying to make. (Btw, simply "Abyss of Waters" is also the name of the 6th hour in the night cycle and it is the main realm of the god Osiris, where he presides over the dead - but let's ignore all that xd -.)
If you are reading this, let it be mentioned for the record that if you, whoever you - beautiful person you - are, pick up this concept and ride with it and make a full fic, I definetly do *not* mind just send the link pls so I can read it xd
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