Post by Macy Deltine on Jul 29, 2007 12:11:20 GMT
Macy hung in her cell, her arms and legs tied up, but she was standing anyway. She had been there for almost a week and wandered if anyone would ever come to get her. Why on earth had they done this? What had Macy done to deserve it?
Her head was hanging, facing the ground and she started through her swollen eyes at the cement cell floor. She had now been placed in solitary confinement, her torturer had not visited in over a day. There was a small hatch beside her that food was placed in daily, it was close enough for her to reach it if she leaned over, but her had been so weak the past couple of days that she had to starve. She was able to reach the water, though, since they saw she wasn't eating, they had kindly put a straw in the cup for her to drink. Her cell stank of vomit and dirt, but she couldn't smell it anymore, had being there for almost a week. Her dress was in shreds from the dance, which seemed like a million years ago.
Vomit and blood was down the front of her dress, but she didn't care any more. She hadn't said a word in days, being too weak to scream. She just rocked back and forward, dreaming about anything, anything but there. She closed her eyes and kept rocking.
"Can you believe that they're doing this to you?"
"What?" Macy said, looking up. A rush a fear flooded her body, praying hard that he had to returned.
SILENCE! A voice beamed from the over-head speaker.
She looked around her again, but saw no-one. She bowed head again and closed her eyes. "Aren't you going to do something about this?"
"What?" She whispered quietly, not wanting to be shouted at again.
"Oh, Macy. My dear Macy. I thought you were stronger."
She knew this voice. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
"Why can't you let me talk to you?"
Macy knew that she could that to the voice though her mind. "I can't my powers don't work in here."
"You're pathetic." The voice said again. "You always were. And I am stuck here, having to protect you, having to fight your battles."
"Get out of my mind, Natalia. I thought I had killed you."
"You could never kill me. You wouldn't have anyone to turn to then. Anyway, I'm trying to help you. So please, let me talk to you in person."
"I already told you, I can't. They've put me into a deprivation cell, or something, which stops my powers. and you wouldn't want to help me anyway."
"I know, not normally, but I watched you getting hurt. I want to see them suffer as much as you do. I want to see them suffer as much and you did. And I know you are to weak to make them suffer, but I'm not. Both of us. We are going to kill them. Every single one of them."
Macy wouldn't usually be happy about hearing this, but they had pushed her so far. She smiled at her sisters plan to kill them.
They talked the rest of the day, about Macy's fears, but she was so pleased to have someone to talk to finally, even though it was a cold-blooded alter-ego.
Her head was hanging, facing the ground and she started through her swollen eyes at the cement cell floor. She had now been placed in solitary confinement, her torturer had not visited in over a day. There was a small hatch beside her that food was placed in daily, it was close enough for her to reach it if she leaned over, but her had been so weak the past couple of days that she had to starve. She was able to reach the water, though, since they saw she wasn't eating, they had kindly put a straw in the cup for her to drink. Her cell stank of vomit and dirt, but she couldn't smell it anymore, had being there for almost a week. Her dress was in shreds from the dance, which seemed like a million years ago.
Vomit and blood was down the front of her dress, but she didn't care any more. She hadn't said a word in days, being too weak to scream. She just rocked back and forward, dreaming about anything, anything but there. She closed her eyes and kept rocking.
"Can you believe that they're doing this to you?"
"What?" Macy said, looking up. A rush a fear flooded her body, praying hard that he had to returned.
SILENCE! A voice beamed from the over-head speaker.
She looked around her again, but saw no-one. She bowed head again and closed her eyes. "Aren't you going to do something about this?"
"What?" She whispered quietly, not wanting to be shouted at again.
"Oh, Macy. My dear Macy. I thought you were stronger."
She knew this voice. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
"Why can't you let me talk to you?"
Macy knew that she could that to the voice though her mind. "I can't my powers don't work in here."
"You're pathetic." The voice said again. "You always were. And I am stuck here, having to protect you, having to fight your battles."
"Get out of my mind, Natalia. I thought I had killed you."
"You could never kill me. You wouldn't have anyone to turn to then. Anyway, I'm trying to help you. So please, let me talk to you in person."
"I already told you, I can't. They've put me into a deprivation cell, or something, which stops my powers. and you wouldn't want to help me anyway."
"I know, not normally, but I watched you getting hurt. I want to see them suffer as much as you do. I want to see them suffer as much and you did. And I know you are to weak to make them suffer, but I'm not. Both of us. We are going to kill them. Every single one of them."
Macy wouldn't usually be happy about hearing this, but they had pushed her so far. She smiled at her sisters plan to kill them.
They talked the rest of the day, about Macy's fears, but she was so pleased to have someone to talk to finally, even though it was a cold-blooded alter-ego.
