"Crossing the line" [Tag: Madge]
Jul 7, 2020 16:38:12 GMT
Post by Kim Anderson on Jul 7, 2020 16:38:12 GMT
With a sharp gasp, Kim woke up from her short slumber. She let out a dry cough and dashed the cold sweat off her forehead. She turned on her back and looked to her right.
"Jess," she gently patted her friend's hand. The girl was spooning her gently from behind, perhaps she has fallen asleep herself after laying down to keep her company. Carefully the ginger-head put Jessica's hand on top of their shared pillow and scooted away from her dear friend's embrace, moving into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
How much time had she left? One day. She said she had one day to think about it. Anderson let out a soft groan of despair, hiding her face into her hands. What if it's a trick? What if it's a test? What should she do? Maybe... Maybe the best would be doing nothing? Because it's just can't be that they were already forgotten. A lost cause. The police - they should be doing something! She always saw first hand how it all works, spending all those evenings after school at work with mom...
"Mom," she mouthed, her back shivering from her soaked from the cold sweat clothes. "I miss you," she whispered, gulping down her sore throat a silent sob. No, they can't lose hope. Help would come! One day. Someday. So maybe, just maybe, all they have to do is... wait?
She wiped away the tears and took another look at the sleeping girl behind her...
Kim stood up from the bed her hands running through her messy short hair and with a sigh looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes moved along with the lines again following their paths. Some were intertwining. Some unfused and continued their way from one wall to another apart from each other. And some met their inevitable end without even being given a chance to continue this race to the finish line.
The woman blinked, shook her head in frustration brushing her doubts away, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door tight behind herself. If there is a chance she can give them time to reach the moment the police will find them - so be it. And for me, if it's over that's fine.
"Aoi Hawakura," only one name left. Shit. Kim felt as her heartbeat rose again. And then... She remembered the basement. The flash of pink hair. The screams. The mannequin. The-
"...and Ethan Kaul," the 'knight in shining armor'. Despite their differences, Kim knew this man for more than a decade. For almost 20 years of their lives they despised each other. And, nevertheless, he opened up to her. Ethan Kaul himself was the first one to tell her about this place. Of what future waited for them ahead.
"I am sorry," she whispered covering her face with both of her hands and shaking her head from side to side. Her body was shaking from the pressure and fear. Freya. Kei. Emmy. Maya. Carmen. Noah. Katherine... Lydia. Everybody. I am so so sorry.
This is not fair. So many people. Nobody, none of them should suffer. Why does she have to pick? This is not fair!! Kim felt how her body trembled now even more with the new wave of panic. So this is how Geoff felt back then? Or is this something that she only has to find out later down this twisted path?
Kim didn't know. She could only hope she just didn't doom them all. The woman looked up at the camera waiting for another reply... but only silence answered. So she sat back on the tiled floor. Sobbing.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, hugging her knees and hiding her head within her arms. As she mumbled her last worst the girl didn't feel how the gas has slowly filled the room and put her back to sleep.
And the next day Kim has disappeared from the rooms.
"Jess," she gently patted her friend's hand. The girl was spooning her gently from behind, perhaps she has fallen asleep herself after laying down to keep her company. Carefully the ginger-head put Jessica's hand on top of their shared pillow and scooted away from her dear friend's embrace, moving into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
How much time had she left? One day. She said she had one day to think about it. Anderson let out a soft groan of despair, hiding her face into her hands. What if it's a trick? What if it's a test? What should she do? Maybe... Maybe the best would be doing nothing? Because it's just can't be that they were already forgotten. A lost cause. The police - they should be doing something! She always saw first hand how it all works, spending all those evenings after school at work with mom...
"Mom," she mouthed, her back shivering from her soaked from the cold sweat clothes. "I miss you," she whispered, gulping down her sore throat a silent sob. No, they can't lose hope. Help would come! One day. Someday. So maybe, just maybe, all they have to do is... wait?
She wiped away the tears and took another look at the sleeping girl behind her...
...
No, I won't wait.
Kim stood up from the bed her hands running through her messy short hair and with a sigh looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes moved along with the lines again following their paths. Some were intertwining. Some unfused and continued their way from one wall to another apart from each other. And some met their inevitable end without even being given a chance to continue this race to the finish line.
The woman blinked, shook her head in frustration brushing her doubts away, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door tight behind herself. If there is a chance she can give them time to reach the moment the police will find them - so be it. And for me, if it's over that's fine.
"I accept," I am crossing the line, "I pledge myself to you. Just please keep them safe! All I-" But before Kim could continue her vows - she heard the camera spoke back. In a very faint distorted but still audible voice the madwoman spoke.
"Six names," the madame in purple said, making Kim instinctively jump a little as in the face of danger.
Six. Why only six?! Why this number? Not 5, not 10. Six. Was it cursed or something? Would people she picks be safe? If so - this is not enough! But she was not in a position to bargain. So she looked up at the camera once again, gulped down the unexciting saliva down her trembling throat and said:
"Gregory Hopkins, Jessica Fleming, Sawyer Brooks," so many people. What- What if she names more? No. She can't risk it. Kim knew she must be careful.
"Geoff Alen," thinking under pressure was hard, and picking out of dozens of people she knew were captured here only 6 wasn't the easiest task. Only 2 places left. Who else?
"Aoi Hawakura," only one name left. Shit. Kim felt as her heartbeat rose again. And then... She remembered the basement. The flash of pink hair. The screams. The mannequin. The-
"...and Ethan Kaul," the 'knight in shining armor'. Despite their differences, Kim knew this man for more than a decade. For almost 20 years of their lives they despised each other. And, nevertheless, he opened up to her. Ethan Kaul himself was the first one to tell her about this place. Of what future waited for them ahead.
"I am sorry," she whispered covering her face with both of her hands and shaking her head from side to side. Her body was shaking from the pressure and fear. Freya. Kei. Emmy. Maya. Carmen. Noah. Katherine... Lydia. Everybody. I am so so sorry.
This is not fair. So many people. Nobody, none of them should suffer. Why does she have to pick? This is not fair!! Kim felt how her body trembled now even more with the new wave of panic. So this is how Geoff felt back then? Or is this something that she only has to find out later down this twisted path?
Kim didn't know. She could only hope she just didn't doom them all. The woman looked up at the camera waiting for another reply... but only silence answered. So she sat back on the tiled floor. Sobbing.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, hugging her knees and hiding her head within her arms. As she mumbled her last worst the girl didn't feel how the gas has slowly filled the room and put her back to sleep.
And the next day Kim has disappeared from the rooms.