It doesn’t take too long to get to the general area where those girls disappeared. In fact, its freakishly close to HQ in a way that makes me more than a little bit worried. I’ve been taking deep breaths the whole time, but I’m still not feeling any calmer. This is definitely bad. I wish I knew something more than that two girls had disappeared. Confident as I am in my new uses for my abilities, I really don’t like not knowing what’s out here somewhere. Who or what is responsible? Is it waiting for me? Are the other two agents dead? With no clues to go by on any of those questions, I guess I just have to keep patrolling.
The city is bright, just how I like it. Why let a city grow dark just because of a silly thing like nightfall? It has a nice glow to it, and a light sprinkling of rain makes everything shine just like water does as it falls.
Each little way that the light falls on and reflects off of each little surface looks just beautiful tonight. The only reason that I can think of for why the beauty of the city at night is getting to me is that I must have felt a little bit cooped up. I used to go out every night for a patrol, and there were a couple of nights back there when all I saw was the insides of Chronos. Definitely, some of this must just be that.
With a sigh I lean back against a tall building and just watch the raindrops fall. This is just such a relaxing sensation. Feeling the rain fall in the beautiful night is something that nothing else quite compares to. It’s not perfect, but it’s wholly unique, and that makes it lovely.
Just as I’m ready to do nothing but watch the raindrops something seems wrong about the way that the lights bounce off of the reflective surfaces on cars and random glass. It’s beautiful, in a very odd way. In the windows of a passing car it flashes in my eyes like a dull throb, almost like a physical grip. Something about all of the beauty in the city tonight is definitely getting to me. As long as I can keep my eyes on the lookout for who or whatever is responsible for the missing agents…
Another car goes by, and the way that the light bounces off of it actually makes me squint. Nothing makes me squint. I once stared at a light bulb for an hour as a little girl (much to my mother’s frustration) and my vision didn’t even blur for a moment. It pulsed though, pulsed bright enough that I have to look away. My eyes quickly find a new interesting sight once I look away from the car. Sitting in a diner, neither the one where I silvered up my kitty or Linda’s, is an interesting looking woman facing the window. She’s looking out, looking in my direction but I can tell she’s not seeing me. Her mouth is open, and her tongue licks her lips, and it almost looks like she’s panting. Maybe, maybe she’s panting faster and faster, as if watching those cars go by is making her pant and squirm more by the moment. Her mouth just keeps parting wider, and the more she pants the more she seems to enjoy it…
From nowhere I can feel a single drop of sweat slowly and agonizingly sliding its way down my back. I can feel it itching its way down, back and forth. It feels so… I shiver as that drop keeps moving, and my own eyes start to ache as those cars keep driving past. Watching that woman makes me blush and squirm without making a conscious decision. It’s a lovely sight, but I do wonder why she was panting…
On a random blink the sweat disappears past my waistband, snaking down lower but… I’ve been staring at an empty seat for I don’t know how long. The girl must have left awhile back because I can’t see her from any given angle. She’s gone. The cars keep driving by, and the city seems to throb a dull gray more and more.
I squirm into the wall behind me with a sigh, closing my eyes and slowly rubbing my hands over my face with a soft little groan. Something feels just so wrong. Everything is so bright, and I’ve never felt at all like this. “What’s going on…” I know no one will answer, but it feels much better to say it out loud and just hear myself speak. My hands shake in just the wrong way as they stroke over my face and I just can’t shake the feeling that something is very, very wrong.
No matter how I rub, the night doesn’t change as my eyes blink back open. It’s too bright, a dull throb, like every little car or movement of rain is a finger poking right at my brain. It feels like a hangover, or maybe like I really need to sleep. Maybe I’m sick? Maybe I have the flu?
Slowly shaking my head I just decide that I need to get some more sleep the next time I get back to my room. Maybe I need to be eating better, or something. Slowly I look around and sigh. “I can’t let her down!”
Something feels so strange, it’s like something is opening in the back of my head. It feels just like that painful dull throbbing. It’s raining cats and dogs, or maybe its actually ore appropriate to say that it’s raining like hell, and I hadn’t even noticed it but I’m more than drenched. My hair is sopping strands of shimmering metal sticking to my skin, and I need to get inside.
Even warm rain when it soaks you starts to make you feel frozen once a wind starts up, and that’s not quite so much of an enjoyable feeling. Sighing a little bit, trying to ignore the odd feeling in my head I step over to the diner and walk my way in. It’s as good of a choice as anything. I just want to get dry.
As the door presses open the little bell attached to it twinkles and something about that ringing just so… So… bright and it feels like it’s clutching my head and squeezing. It feels like its clutching it so tight that my head is dripping with sweat just like my back was, that same painfully throbbing sweat. A groan slides out form between my lips and I bite at the bottom one and shake my head just a bit. This is really getting old, all of these annoying feelings, and now there are sounds and ugh! I reach up and hold my head again, shaking it very slowly.
The bell rings again, and I can feel it, like sweat dripping down my mind, rolling over it. As bad s that is, at least the diner is comforting. It’s warm, and not a bit wet. Sure, I’m getting some odd looks because I’m soaked and I’m obviously a super on patrol, but oh well.
Sighing again I run my hands through my hair as if I could feel or stop the sweat from dripping and I can’t help but sigh as I go over to take a seat where I saw that woman panting. The glances are starting to become to the point where I can feel them like physical touch, but I can’t risk leaving this area yet. If I go outside, I’m just going to get sicker anyway. I must just have a fever. That’s logical.
It rings again, jingling as the door opens, and I can feel more and more of those beads of sweat trace their way over my brain, into each and every little crevice. The cars keep driving by outside of the window, flashing by and adding to the feelings of these dull gray throbs. “Give me the salt.” Beside me, a female voice, and I could have sworn no one had been there. It’s a demand, not a question though. She definitely wants the salt and she expects me to give it to her. It feels like a dull gray throbbing statement, simply a fact of life, when she says it.
My eyes blink before I even realize it. That’s sort of an odd thing to happen, a girl popping up out of nowhere and demanding salt. With a very weak shrug I reach for the salt to hold it up to her, hoping I don’t drop it.
I don’t, but as soon as she should be holding it, she lets it drop and it shatters. Salt spills out everywhere on the tile floor, making a very nasty mess. “Clean it up.” The bell rings again, jingling, making my brain sweat, this dull gray throb feels like its making the world change colors, twisting… My brain feels like it’s being compressed, tightly, hard, straining against something but I have absolutely no idea what.
Before my brain was only sweating, but now it’s like it’s trying not to be crushed into fifty million pieces. The world is feeling all wrong, things don’t look or feel like this, something must be wrong, or… But that doesn’t mean that the woman or girl or whoever doesn’t have a point. I reach out and grab a generous portion of napkins before going down onto the floor to try and scoop up the glass, if not the salt. This is a nasty mess, and I must have dizzily handed off the shaker too quickly.
Something about this is just so wrong… It’s just wrong and it’s not wrong in the normal way that things are wrong. It’s wrong because of that dull gray throbbing, and it makes me think about that woman panting in the chair and just a few moments ago, I’d been looking just like her. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it then, didn’t notice that I was panting, that I was gasping… My thoughts all feel so interrupted as another bead of sweat slowly travels down my back and I can feel my brain tighten and twist and fold, struggling against whatever it’s been fighting against, but nothing is stopping it…
I stop trying to clean it up. I stop moving and just close my eyes, and instead try to fight off this dull throb on a conscious level, gotta fight it off… I have to resist the feeling that sweat gives, feeling nice in its own way as I can feel it tearing into me, feeling so wrong. Slowly I try to get up, and just get back onto the booth’s seat so I can gather myself.
“Don’t get up.” That voice calls out just as soon as I start to rise, and I stop. “Nuzzle my leg.” She says it just as firmly as before, and her voice makes that gray throb painfully hard. My mind just keep twisting, crushing, folding, and that sweat, sliding down my side, god it itches!
For a moment I reach towards that itch before I stop and stare at the floor. My eyes feel so dizzy and dull, and I can feel my whole body shiver. It sounds so nice, but… The whole world is screwed up and… “No…” I don’t want to, but I feel myself falling into the motions, and I don’t want to but by the time I realize it I’m already nuzzling into her, lightly as it is. What the hell is wrong with my head?! I must be really sick!
Right as my body touches her, I can feel it, I can feel it like nothing else has ever felt before or will ever feel, and I know it. Something, something so deep and so hidden inside of me snaps, hard and painfully, like a million of those gray throbs, and I can hear it, I can feel it… My brain just cracks, my mind cracks, and I can feel it twisting into a new shape, so painful, god I can hear myself screaming and I know I couldn’t stop if I wanted to but… It feels so satisfying, so good and…
The twisting just keeps shifting, the shifting keeps twisting, and my screams get louder. I can’t stand it, it’s just so horrible. Confusion is so thick, and the feeling hurts, it hurts so bad but it… It kinda feels… Nice…? It’s so strange! It feels… Good.
My mind feels like an acrobat, bending, twisting, doing flips and stretching out and being ringed and scrubbed an squeezed… A hand grabs my chin and forces me to look up. She stares down at me, whoever this woman is that owns that voice… She has fierce, piercing eyes, and bright red hair that flows down her face and shoulders, soft red vibrant hair… She doesn’t say a thing, but I can feel my mind snap in a different angle again… It’s so painful but it’s so… So… right!
Shuddering gasping, I stare up at her and I know how helpless I am, how helpless I’ve got to look by now, all I can do is just stare and… Those sharp eyes, that beautiful, wonderful hair… I try not to scream again but it has a life of its own, and it feels like my body does as it squirms and pants and stares. “Who… What…?!”
Another snap goes off as I try to talk and I can feel it warping, twisting my mind more. The woman doesn’t stay a word, but she does reach a hand down and brushes over my eyes and… They close and I try to open them or scream and… They feel so heavy, I feel so heavy, everything feel so far away and…
Once my eyes finally open, I’m on a chair, a hard, wood, uncomfortable chair, but it feels so nice in this small dark square room… I’ve never been here before, and this chair feels so strange… All I can think to do is squirm and whine, maybe look around for something…
There’s a sharp clack, and I can feel my mind constrict… Then there’s another, a click, a click and a clack just like those balls on Her desk, and my mind tightens and shakes… That girl, that woman with that red hair, she comes into view, dressed in such formal clothes with her hands behind her… She watches me, and just keeps moving, and each time her foot raises and falls, there’s a click, tight, tight, I can feel it tightening my head, and each click is like a net being pulled tighter, biting it into my brain…
I open my eyes wide, or maybe it just feels like it. I can’t make my mouth close and it’s just hanging slack, and each little click makes me whimper. It hurts, but it feels good… There’s no way to resist, but I wish I could, I wish I could make myself not hear, but if I talk again, it’ll click again harder and… I cover up my eyes as I start to feel my eyes fill with tears.
I’m so afraid, and by now it’s not even just fear that I’ve failed Her… This isn’t like with Dust, or Pink, or Her… My mind isn’t being twisted or shifted or turned off or dirtied or ditzed… It’s being broken.
She doesn’t speak, she just keeps walking, clicking, which is even worse. She’s moving so slow, rhythmically like some sort of mind snapping metronome, back and forth, and the sway of her hips… Oh it’s like some sort of cliché pocket watch motion, those two heels clicking and tightening that net, so limp, my mind is bound and tied, and it hurts, but it feels so good…
My whole body shakes and my hands clutch at the only thing they can, the chair. The feeling is just so strong, just so beyond me, the net is just so strong… I’m trapped, I’ve failed, it hurts so much but it feels so good… All I can do is squirm and pant, stare… She’s so pretty…
Sharp clicking, over and over, worse and worse by the moment. My mind feels like it’s being compacted, squeezed, folded into itself with every one of her little steps it’s tucked down and tightened more, so small and hard and rolled into a ball, becoming hollow and empty, and its cracking, tighter, cracking more and more as she steps and clicks and clacks and sways.
More and more my hands tighten tighter and tighter. All I can do is stare and whimper, feeling my mind shrink tighter and smaller. Groaning helplessly, feeling more like I’m in pleasure than in pain, and my lips shake, and I can’t make them stop…
The clicks don’t stop, but that other woman finally talks. Click, click, click… “Bend over the chair. Now.”
Her voice rings out, cutting more into my head, into my mind, and my lips feel much more still as the rest of me shakes. Do I even try to resist? Can I? Can I even… I don’t even want to try. Too much of me is already gone, I don’t know I just… Not even thinking how, I just move and bend over the chair…
Then that woman is right behind me, arching into me, rubbing over the curves of my body and something, we do something, I don’t even know what, but it’s so good, and the small hard last bit of my mind twists, and snaps in two, and I scream, scream and slump and whimper and shudder, snaps, snaps that keep shattering harder and harder, breaking me over and over and over, until everything’s gone.