Thread: RP: Split : Can You Fix The Broken [ Horror_Show & savageglittered ]

When Vivian woke from her slumber, she already felt as though something was wrong. It wasn't so much of a fully conscious, immediate spike of alarm so much as her stomach coiled into itself anxiously, the depths upturning in waves of oil slicks dark, dreadful darkness that bubbled painfully as she moved to lift a hand to touch her throbbing temple. She couldn't, but that didn't bother her, not as much as the nuisance of her nose feeling stuffed and her mouth cottony. Her joints ached, knees creaking as she rolled onto her side, for reasons that she couldn't fathom at all. She turned her head. Vivian's dark eyes could make out the purplish webbing against the olive skin of her bare upper arm --- something definitely not self-inflicted, much less there from before --- but she said nothing, did nothing, as she only gently set her head back onto the soft surface she had been laid upon. Wherever she was, she still had her socks on to combat the chill her arms suffered from and nothing else exactly concerned her besides ... Besides ... A beat. The dark yellow cast set off above her deepened the visible signs of her horror, as if it were a late-blooming flower that had just caught up in season. Vivian sat up abruptly, and strangely failed to make an expression that conveyed the discomforting, dull ache that emanated across her lower back and her muted confusion. Only one glance was necessary for her to see that she was bound by blue cables around her wrists and ankles. That wasn't the worst part. What shocked Vivian the most had to be the worn face of another girl, who in turn stared right back at her. The cold flush that wrapped around her body, constricting her throat with a python-like vice, warped into an arctic chill that shot through her veins. Her mouth was wrought open into a silent murmur, a weak intonation, H-Huh?, escaping from her lips before it died off into a choke. Still, her mouth gaped open like one of those silly bass shop ornaments, but her mind had long stopped her from being potentially obstructive. Too many thoughts poured from her brain into her eyes, which burned like bleach as she blinked away an onslaught of tears. Vivian imagined, as it was the only thing in her mind that was coherent, throwing herself onto the wooden floor, crawling, screaming then, just screaming, because it was what she couldn't allow herself to do. It wouldn't hurt to imagine it. Then a red flash --- and she was dead. No, won't work, how do I ... You both are awake now. Time stilled. As did Vivian. She hadn't accounted for their abductor to actually be with them, right at that moment. But why? Vivian risked a look at the other girl, far more concerned at the moment with giving the main the attention he seemed to be seeking. She didn't want to make him angry, especially since she wasn't sure what he was capable of. Be good, be good ... Whoever he was, his side was to them as he rifled through a tub of medical supplies, brow pinched taut as he spoke coolly, gruffly. There was an accent that Vivian couldn't make out, and she struggled to stay in the present. She wished she was home. Away. Anywhere but here. Vivian froze over and her very skin shook as he faced them, standing at the center of the room to look at them both. Images piled up a dastardly body count of faces-- of his face --that she had seen a handful of times but never took the time to study. Vivian didn't even know his name. On the television, online news, and even social media, his face was always just there . But now he's really here, and so am I, and so is she. It's important, he paused, lips thinning, That you realize how important and lucky you are to be chosen for this blessed consecration . His bright eyes ran over them with a stuttering surveillance, skipping over them to linger then disappear as though he hadn't done so at all. It should have made Vivian feel disgusted, as creeped out as she knows she should be, but instead she's squared her shoulders a bit. She only smoothed her expression into a watery smile. Her facial muscles struggled at first, but she managed to anyways. She had to. She ignored the faint burn searing across her torso, her breath fanning out unevenly. --This must be a mistake. Whatever this religion is, I didn't sign up for this. We, Vivian looked at the other girl again, unable to keep from zoning in on the honey ginger strands of her hair. But she caught herself, ripping her gaze away to look at him again. This time her voice did waver. We didn't. But his hard eyes, unfaltering in it's stare, continued to pierce her and pick her apart. He only tilted his head to the side, as if he were explaining to a child something that they couldn't quite understand. Of course Vivian knew, she fucking knew, but she held onto her outrage tightly. She didn't know what would happen if she lashed out. You both were chosen . As if that helped or gave either of them clarity, but she couldn't dwell on the thought as she saw his gaze pass over her face again, then lower. Vivian wasn't sure where, but she saw his adam's apple bob. When she determined he was paying attention to her face and the straight line her lips had formed, Vivian warped her expression soft, unassuming. She, once again, aimed to make eye contact with the girl on the other bed but the man distracted her with his sigh. His knee wobbled as his heavy-shoed foot tapped at the ground, fingers squeezing against the plastic tub in his hands. A couple of beats later, and he took one measured step forward. His glances alternated between them both, then the wall near the beds. His mouth twisted. Before we proceed further, I have to ... inspect you both and clean you, if you are filthy . His voice was thick, as if it was hard for him to say the words. Vivian didn't think much about it. He was preparing them for something, but what? She wasn't badly hurt and couldn't recall how or why she would be, but she couldn't speak for the other girl. Vivian didn't even know her name a stranger. Why them ? She once again felt as though she were going to cry, but she wound herself tightly. She couldn't allow herself to take a breath. It wouldn't be good, it would catch up , and ... Her brows shot up for a moment. Where were her inhalers?