sedonaandlilly

“You’re trembling.” He stated dryly. His arms crossed in a disappointed impatient manor as a huff of exasperation left his lips. That breath dissipating into the frosted air of Ormond. It wasn’t the cold that caused you to shake; it was you as you were. A frightened, anxious mess. “I-I’m sorry.” A grunt escaped from his throat, a low irritated growl. You apologized again; he hated when you apologized. He had nothing left to say; hours upon hours of training and you still had yet to make progress. Evan didn’t have time for this; he was a busy man and you were burning up what little free time he had. He had traps to fix, other killers to meet with, a workshop to upkeep. “You’re holding your weapon too close to your body, your grip is too tight, your posture is too rigid, you’re-” You opened your mouth again, cutting off his list of actions you were performing incorrectly, and sputtering apologizes over and over like a broken record. Damn it! Again, with the

[The Entity] has started a group: Killers The Entity: I’ve given you all a phone. We can all keep in contact with each other. Nightmare: The Hell is this shit?!? Legion (Frank): looks like a chat room old man [Legion (Frank)] has changed their name to [Frankie] Nightmare: Hold up. [Nightmare] has changed their name to [Freddy] Freddy: Better. Trapper: No, we aren’t doing this again. Nurse: Bloody Hell, again? Ghostface: Again? Wraith: We’ve done this before, a long time ago. Legion (Susie): why did it stop??? [Legion (Susie)] has changed their name to [Sus] [Ghostface] has changed their name to [BIGDENERGY] [Trapper]: That answer your question? Legion (Julie): oh FUCK yeah, this looks fun [Legion (Julie)] has changed their name to [Jules] Legion (Joey): wait so, if Danny wasn’t there when the first group chat started, who made it stop them? [Legion (Joey)] changed their name to [Joey] Wraith: Herman. Nurse: He kept trying to experiment on us by

How many times had she read the book? Far too many. But it was the only one she had left. The cover etched in blood and grim, she was still able to read it only because she had memorized it. Her tattered blood-covered gloved hands gripped the opposite edges of the book as a small trickle of water dripped onto the already soiled pages. She had already written and drawn on both sides of all paper, all her pencils were broken and worn down, and her pens had long run out of ink. All that she had now, was to read. She always enjoyed reading as a hobby; it kept her in good spirits, even when things seemed bleak. But now, reading was the only thing she could do to stay sane. To still keep that bit of humanity she had left. Lord of the Flies was certainly not the book for cheering up. It was almost ironic that it was the only book she was left with considering her situation. The boys were trapped on an island, she was trapped in a demonic realm. The only difference being is that the children

“Sigma?” Her voice like strained silk, cracking and stretching under the weight of her sins. The threat of tears pricking at her eyes, and it wasn’t because the room smelt of burnt hair and seared flesh. “Sigma?” Her voice more urgent this time. What had she done? No. Keep calm; keep you dragons at bay. If you panic, things will only get worse. She repeated the phrases in her head, but the smoke was clogging her ability to reason. “Sigma!” It was no longer a question if he was conscious of not, it was question of wither or not her was alive. She leaned over his body, motionless and breathless, shaking him recklessly, receiving a small shock herself as electricity was still coursing through him. Her hair stood on end, making her look like the mad scientist she knew she was. Come back! Come back! “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me.” Moira couldn’t hold back the flood of water leaking from her eyes. To imagine her shoving him away, violently pushing him into some

“You know that little voice in your head that tells you something is a bad idea?” Moira crossed her arms in irritation, tapping her foot impatiently, and radiating an utter feeling of frustration in the man in front of her. It was meant to be a rhetorical question that he knew the answer to; trying to levitate all her beloved test bunnies, only to send them into a mad panic and cause them to scatter around the lab, ducking into any little crack and corner they could get to. What did he think would happen? In a huge lab with tons of machinery and plenty of places to hide in? The fool. The woman was a world-renowned geneticist, and yet, here she was, babysitting what was once a world renown astrophysicist. Key words being once. Dr. Siebren de Kuiper used to be an incredible mind; now all he could do was scream about was that blasted melody that only he could hear and withdraw into bouts of melancholy and insanity. Her self-experimentation went smoothly, no hiccups or issues save for