Black Monster

It was stuck in the back of her neck, Oh GOD no! It was she could feel it there, it had… bite her, stabbed her, it was in her head, she could feel it. Christine rocked back and forth but was strapped to a chair so it was a minute movement. Tears of hysteria were running down her cheeks. It was there she could feel it. Her fear seemed amplified, to be reflected back at her from it. She wanted to go home. this was a nightmare, it couldn’t be happening, her head hurt, it pulsed behind her eyes, a dull ache. Worms seemed to be eating at her temples and she wanted to chuck up but she dearnt. There was a gag in her mouth and it hurt the soft corners were her lips thinned.

It was some sick cult and no one knew where she was. She could see her bag with it’s little cleft keyring glinting with false diamonds, cut glass for a bit of sparkle. Rob had bought it for her – Oh God Rob, where was he? What would he think? Would he even have told the police she was missing yet? Such a stupid thing. If she could get to her bag she could try and find a network – could post on Facebook or FourSquares or anywhere – hell she could skype someone but it was over there. She couldn’t even whimper anymore, her mouth and throat were so dry, the gag made her dribble and soaked all her siliver up at the same time.

Her mind felt icy, her skin hot and papery. She was trembling. A man walked into the room, he was tall, and thin and there was something slightly odd about him, he was the one who had driven the spike into her neck. A spike in her head! Up through the neck, she must be bleeding, heamoraging. She was going to die, going to die, Oh God. The room itself was stainless steel, and halogen tubes, it had the look of a modern day abatior, Christine wanted to vomit, didn’t dear vomit, her eyes swivelled like a mad horse. she tried to take in the scene he had a huge syring. It was full of a straw coloured fluid.

‘tighten the straps’ he said calm washing out from him. She noticed vaguely that his nose was just a slightly raised mound of flesh with slits instead of nostrils. It reminded her of something. But the thought was chased away by the painfull tightening of the straps that held her in the chair. She almost choked herself with the effort to cry out NO No NO, her toungue swelled uselessly at the back of her mouth but a muffled sqeak was all that came out beyound the accursed gag. The syringe was coming near her! It was for her!

‘Are the straps tight?’ The men in white coats nodded. ‘it is very important, I need to add more fluid, she has leaked more than expected but if she where to jurk it would be a disastor.’ Christine closed her eyes. A star of pain, an ice flower bloomed in her head. It cut her with razor edges, like crystal shards. She wanted oblvion, to be beyound this pain, the mantra began from her core. ROB, she called silently, ROB. Her muscles tense but the pain was subsiding, after an eon that was less than a minute. Her heart was hammering on her chest. She felt a strange queasyness in her gut. It writhed as if it wanted food, as if it would eat her for not sustaining it, vertigo had her in a dizzying wave. She did not want food but the taste of meat was in her mouth.

Machines bleeps at the side of her and she began to gag at the thought of meat, at the thought of food. ‘She is vomiting!’ on of the normal humans uttered, startled.

‘Remove the gag fool!’ the man said stepping up to her once more, he held a light to her eyes. And clicked his tongue in a strange way, he had a smell, oil, salt, almost a chip shop. That thought had her spewing, the blessad releif of gag removal didn’t really register, just the spasms, she couldn’t hunch forward, she knew she would drown in her own vomit. ‘Did you starve her for the 48 hrs like I asked?’ the man hissed.

The lacky’s looked at each other, ’48?’ one stammered.

‘Yes 48’

‘We er… thought it was 24’ breath was inhailed through the strange slitty nostrals, they had some sort of membrame with in them.

‘We are lucky she is not dead, you had better hope that she hasn’t inhaled that vomit into her lungs, if she dies of pnumonia you will be bringing me you sister.’

The man stood momentarily frozen and then bowed, ‘yes master of course.’ They were cleaning her up. She felt a tug between her legs and became aware of the cathater. She closed her eyes and tears pushed large and salty from them. She didn’t want to attract attention didn’t want them to reaslise she did not have the gag in. Her mouth was vile. It had come out through her nose and it stung, as well as stunk. She gagged again.

A tingling burned at her lips again and the world tilted, ‘Food,’ her vocal cords had acted on thier own, the word was slurred, all attention in the room was on her, ‘starving both’ it was gravily and then high pitched. Christine whimpered. It was her voice but she hadn’t said the words, except she could fell from her through that she had.

The Master stood before her, his smell filling her acrid nostrils, ‘the mapping process is not yet done, do not try to communicate yet you could damage your self and the interface. I will bring sustanance for both of you though the interface is likely to be too scared to eat for a while yet.’ Christine felt her eyes blink in response.

‘Bring in number four’

A lacky nodded and hurried out of the room. Christine stared at the Master, there was something else in her mind with her, but not in the way she would have expected for a possession, she laughed. IT was sudden and bright and too jarring, Possession! Like her grandmothers was right in her foundling of the rosary, ghosts and gouls and there was a FUCKING MONSTER attatched to her head, she sobbed and laughed and cackeled, it was absurd, truelly absurd, she was in some kind of nightmare, she should wake up she needed to wake up becuase this could not be happening. The Master watched her, his nostrils doing thier slite thing, she thought he seemed hard, angry, his tongue clicked again. Another girl about her age shuffled into the room. She looked pale under a tan, her lups were white and cracked, hair lank. Zombi was the thought that sprang to Christines mind. But the girl looked up at her with frightened eyes. She was shivering with cold.

Attatched to her by tubes that seemed like tenticals were machines and scaffold for drips. They were being man handeled by the lakies.

The girl was ushered into a chair similiar to hers and then the machine placed between them. ‘Please let me go’ she whispered. A lacky flushed a canular, a visous spike driven into the girls arm. He attatched it to a tube on the machine and blood begain to flow – the girl whimpered. The achine gurgled and rumbled and in horrid facination Christine watched as the blood ran out of the machine through a pipe next to her.

A sigh, came from deep within her, but it wasn’t hers then the metal tang corressed her tongue. She fought her restraints, the girls blood she could taste the girls blood, she screamed and fought but The Master appeared with another syringe, ‘sorry but I can’t have you damaging yourself,’ he purred and a cotton wool cloud smothered her thoughts.

Posted: Monday, November 12th, 2012 @ 4:45 pm
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