Groggy
Vague sense of euphoria
Heavy eyelids
Darkness everywhere
Something burned nearby
Bound…with wire…arms raised…like a heretic.
Vanilla. Head hard to turn…heavy. Dim light behind a girl…young girl…blond. Was it…?
"Alice?"
"Father, she's awake."
Had she said that out loud?
"That's a pity, Officer Bennett. Things would have been a great deal easier for you if you had remained unconscious. I believed the blow to be sufficient. My apologies."
That voice…Wolf!
"You…hit…me…" she slurred.
"Yes. Striking you again would not help I'm afraid. If the narcotic has started working then it would take more than physical violence to put you down.
White Claudia has many properties, such as increased strength and a high pain threshold. Once we release you…well, we shall see what happens."
"Leonard…Wolf…I am…arresting you for…striking…an officer…the murder of Thomas…Gucci and …the kidnap of Cheryl…Mason."
"She seems to be getting a little too lucid Claudia. Prepare another syringe."
"Are…you going…to give me a…heart…attack…too…like Thom?"
Wolf stared at her for a minute, unsure. Then composed himself, before continuing:
"I named it myself. The compound that the flower produces has never been studied in a laboratory. Not being a scientist, I could not derive its chemical origins. But I have studied hallucinogens as part of my work.
I noticed it has similar effects to phenethylamine, datura and salvia divinorum in combination. I shortened it to pheneturadivino for working purposes, and then PTV from there.
But…I digress. To answer your question directly, PTV only causes ventricular tachycardia if mixed with caffeine, relatively small amounts will work. I find tea quite effective."
"The symbol…at the elementary…school…was it… a mark or…a seal?"
"How – how did you…I destroyed that note myself!" spluttered Wolf.
"Should have…stayed to wat…watch it burn." she smiled.
He took a moment to regain his composure. Cybil was pleased she had rattled him. Calm again, he prepared his riposte.
"I would have thought it fairly obvious. A mark is a calling card or a statement of intent…a seal is a preventative measure."
"Why…did you lie?"
"The guardian of the seal-"
"Alessa."
Wolf stopped again, just for a second. Cybil wished she could interrogate him on even terms.
"She cannot be allowed to succeed. The Order will achieve its' objective."
"What are you…talking about? What Order?"
"Claudia, where is that injection?" barked Wolf.
The girl nervously offered the hypodermic needle to her father.
"Administer it." he commanded.
"B-but…" she stammered.
"Claudia!" He was full of rage. A truly terrifying man…Cybil was frightened for her.
The daughter hesitated, despite her fear.
"You will be punished. Do you hear me?"
Claudia looked at Cybil in terror. A vulnerable child stood before her, a world away from the fierce girl that first greeted her at her front door.
"It's okay." whispered Cybil, "You're doing this against your will. You won't get in trouble."
The girl nodded and found a vein with remarkable ease. Perhaps it was not her first time. The mixture was added to her bloodstream. She felt an instant rush; euphoria; head draining; mouth dry; visions; horrible visions; melting –
"What will happen to me?" she blurted, trying to hang on to reality.
"Don't try to resist officer. You'll be an excellent conduit."
"Conduit?"
"You and your friend have outlived your usefulness. The sooner you capitulate, the sooner it will all be over."
Wolf's words spurred Cybil on to fight the whiteout. But the vivid hallucinations kept coming. Fire in the darkness, everywhere, people melting as if they were made of wax; this was the world she descended inexorably towards.
So sick…she wanted to vomit…like in the mornings…with Alice…living and growing inside her…
feels strange…
my body…
so strange…
something…wrong…
what is it
something evil…
inside…
nesting…
piece by piece…
eating me up…
no pain…
wait…
fire…
like fire…
eyes melting…
eyes hurting…
someones laughter…
coming from me…
that dirty doll…
little girl…she lost it…
where did she go…
did she get away…
when did she…
wheelchair…
sitting in a wheelchair…
thunder…
dark sky…
something spinning…
rotating…
he comes…
the man came…
harry…
is what he said…
his name…
he said it was…
hand on my hip…
cold and hard…
crying out…
no no no no no no…
take it out…
grab it grip it
shoot…
shoot him…
please…
that man…
to kill him…
on the carousel…
eyes watching…
ha…
just horses…
pull the trigger…
his flesh torn…
i hurt him…
wait…
please wait…
dont want to…
kill me…
dont want to…
he is my…friend…
cant control…
my body…
kill him…
kill…
she had to kill…
something popped…
passed through me…
no pain…
wait…
pain
clothes are soaked
blood
going to die
protect the girl
falling…
i bounced
cant move
it is my body isnt it
why
cant control it
hey
look at that little critter
crawling out…
of me
when did it come in
it bit through my tummy…
and left me…
dying