Thread: Behind the Mask FoxWriter/HellRazor

there are things in the dark. she admitted, watching him. there are people in the dark. well that made a bit more sense didn't it? she wasn't afraid of the monsters under the bed, she was afraid of the assassins hiding in the closet. she didn't seam to really understand the fear, so probobly didn't remember what she needed to watch out for in the dark. Oh, yes. that sounds familiar. she agreed. Kalibar... i'll call you Braxe. you said i used to call you that. she admitted, smiling at him. maybe if i keep to normal activities, i'll start to remember. it's very odd, not remembering anything. she admitted before smiling, half drowsing already as the light was turned off. tht was very nice. that's a nice story. she murmured. goodnight Braxe... you look terrible by the way. you should get some sleep too. she admitted before yawning a little. will you stay? until i'm asleep? she asked hopefully. and leave the door open? she asked hopefully. i know i'm being terribly childish. i just... she sighed a little and with that she was asleep, too exhausted to stay awake any longer. when she woke next, she was running a heavy fever and was delusional. she mumbled about things that didn't make sense, and begged him, as the only person she could remember, to stop 'the bad men in her room'. she woke, more than once, screaming and trying to defend herself from 'the men in her room' which seamed to be a reoccurring nightmarememory. from her fever induced babbling, men had snuck into her room when she was a child and had tried to kill her in the night. it was no wonder she was terrified of the dark. something like that stuck with you. worse, it wasn't the only thing that had happened in the darkness. not the only time someone had tried to kill her in the dark. this wasn't the first time she'd been kidnapped. in her mind, fever induced and amnesiac as she was all the things of the dark had swum into one. he was smart enough to pick apart the nightmares from the memories though. smart enough to understand that her life had been anything but sunshine and daisies. her own family kidnapped her, tried to kill her and in many cases, got away with it because there was no 'evidence'. just her word against theirs and she was a 'freak' and so no one cares about her word at all. almost made a person feel sorry for her. almost. she was still a Merchant after all. she had never gone hungry, never gone thirsty, never gone without shelter or warmth. sh had never hd to suffer months of illness before dying, or years of crippling pain because she couldn't afford medicine or a doctor. she had suffered, but she had not suffered as much as those who where beneath the Merchants had. The fever was from the pain and the concussion, the shock and likely from minor infections that she'd never had to fight off before. by the fourth day though, most of her serious wounds where healed enough that she could make herself useful. she couldn't do anything too strenuous but she could at least help keep the place clean and cook food. when she woke, clear headed and feeling so very much better she carefully slid out of bed and carefully got dressed. feeling tired, but needing to move. she at least had her underwear and there was a mans shirt and pants laying over a chair she assumed was intended for her. she didn't mind wearing men's clothes really, but she did wish there was a dress. maybe she could make one later, she was good at that, making clothes. she'd made that pretty black dress with the ribbon corset after all. though she couldn't remember why she'd needed it. seamed like a waste of money and effort. unless it was for the employer that Braxe had mentioned she was working for? she shook her head and got dressed in the shirt and pants that where too big for her, she didn't mind though. at least it was something. she just rolled the sleeves up and pulled the pants legs up and called it good. that done she sighed at the mess in the room and carefully, mindful of her injuries, and started cleaning up. somehow, she felt like this was a common thing. she was used to picking up after someone who couldn't really care for himself. Braxe maybe? probobly.