When Doves Cry

by Moon Witch '96

Drabbles. Chrissy Cunningham was promised peace by the voices in her head, but all she got was freaky powers, including being able to rewind time. Nearly every one of her 'Routines' ends the same, however. Broken, and shattered. The only other thing that is constant, however, is the fact that Eddie Munson is kind to her, listens, and always, ALWAYS tries to help.

6. Chapter 6

Routine Two:

V

"Chrissy," He croons.

She sobs, running, running, harder faster, further- Get away, get away. He catches me I die. He catches me I die again. The world of red and rot is there, no more screaming Mom, no more horrors to trick her. Spiders are gone, the clock is no longer chiming. He has her and he's going to break her. She runs. Runs and runs.

"Let me make it better."

"Please, please go away!"

He laughs.

That thing laughs at her. Because he thinks this is funny, and entertaining to kill her.

"You're prey, and I need to open the gates. Don't worry, this really will make every little pain you feel stop."

She tries.

She really tries to run.

But she realizes with a startling scream that He's playing with her. He always has. Spiders and clock chimes- it's all to freak her out. He doesn't need to do that. He could take her the second he found a foothill in her mind. He does this because it's a game, more than predator to prey, because a shark wouldn't mess with a fish, it just eats it. This is like a cat with a mouse, batting them side to side and refusing to kill it because it's more fun to watch it jump and skitter, cry and freak out. She's the mouse.

He likes it.

She really tries to run.

He catches her in his claws, tentacles winding around her ankles. She screams and bucks and fights, hands, feet, trying, trying. He laughs… But in it all, He does flinch, just for a second, when she pushes against him for the final time. Hands against his warped chest. He buckles back, just a few inches. She feels weak as a baby bird when he starts to lift her, securing her tightly. But he does flinch, just for a second. Surprise in his eyes. His eyes are the most human part of him, but not. There is something more dead than even his rotting, molted flesh.

"Oh?" his voice vibrates, claws into her, "What is it about Hawkins that makes this possible?"

He laughs again.

"Ain't that a bite. Don't worry, this really will make every little pain you feel stop."

She screams and begs.

But she's only Chinadoll Chrissy, Cheerleader Humpty Dumpty, and not even all the King's men can put her together again.