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Still born... - 8 NecessityStill born... - 8 by ~Gigglybox
Was what she was thinking necessary? Was she, Mary-Ann, a necessary evil in all of this? The, logical, voice of reason in an otherwise emotionally fraught dilemma?
Probably.
Her heels clicked down the battered and desolate corridor, the long-winding hallway that slowly led deeper into Elizibeth's subconscious. On each side of her were cells, boarded up, sealed, caging the creatures, or memories, within. With each inhabited cell she passed a moan was sounded, a banging. Maybe even a scream or a growl. But she was unphased. She was above them. They were nothing more than dysfunctions, mindless neurosis that thrived to cause
Still born... - 7 BackflashStill born... - 7 by ~Gigglybox
The mood was sombre. The atmosphere dripping with tension. Something had happened, but she wasn't quite sure what. Celeste was holding Bobby in the corner, he was crying. Sobbing heavily. Eyes red raw. Nose running.
"What's...happened?"
She spoke, but didn't hear her voice until a second afterwards. It was slow. It was fuzzy. Everything around her was fuzzy. Nothing seemed...real. She looked around the room, the room she recognised as her own mind. The place were the others come when she's in control. The place where she comes when they are.
But it was different. It was shabbier. Darker. Dirtier.
"What's...going on?"
Hey Mickey? by ~GigglyboxStill born... - 6 Cloud 9Still born... - 6 by ~Gigglybox
Talking.
All around her, talking.
Could she move? Yes. Yes, barely. She moved her fingers and tried to open her eyes, so heavy. And the light of the room. Bright. So bright. Parting her lips slowly, she peeled her dry tongue off the bottom of her mouth. Groaning as she did.
"She's waking."
A man's voice.
"W...Where am i?"
She felt fingers at her eyes, opening them wide and shining yet more light into them.
"Good sign, her pupils are dilating."
As her eyes acclimatised she could see the two Doctor's now. Both men. She knew who they were, she'd seen them around before, they always tended to be monitoring the o
Sta.sh
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