Post by Penance on Apr 16, 2007 11:21:29 GMT -5
Penance was running, as fast as her thin legs could carry her. She stumbled, then caught herself, bouncing her shoulder off a brick wall and leaving a large gash in the stone.
She had been awake for over a day now, and if she knew time at all, she would have known that it had been thirty six hours since she last slept. She had woken the morning after she and the niceman got the room with the sights, expecting the niceman to be awake. But when she got up from the floor, her blankets in shreds, she found the man to be still sleeping soundly. She waited for hours, but still he would not wake.
She knew something was wrong, but she couldn't do anything. She pushed on the mattress, trying to shake him from his slumber, but he would not move. She dared not touch him, for he would surely be injured or die, and then he'd throw her out on the street or lock her away like the Dark Man had.
She waited and waited, and even still he did not wake. She knew something had to change - she was relying on him, wasn't she? So she had to protect and help him too if she could. She couldn't speak, but maybe if she could let someone else know, let someone else into the room...
Penance had moved slowly out of the room, after shrugging on the niceman's big coat. It was fully shredded and covered her red skin or leather clothing little, but it made her feel safer. When she reached the lobby of the building, she spied a person on the other side of the room, the same man who had given them the place to sleep. He was shuffling through some papers, and she bounded over to him as quickly as she could.
He looked up suddenly as the sharp form ran towards him, and backed away with wide eyes. He saw the worried look on her face and bit his lip. Penance wouldn't ever know it, but at this moment, he was deciding whether to ask her how he could help or to call the cops.
"Are you okay...um, miss?" he asked. He remembered her from the night before, but his fear over her appearance had not diminished. He had tried to convince himself that it was some kind of costume, some sort of weird kinky thing, but it looked too real, too organic, for him to believe that.
Penance didn't hear or understand the words, but she quickly pointed upwards with one long finger. The man's eyes drifted toward the ceiling, but then he shook his head. "I'm sorry...the roof-?" he began, but was cut off as two people burst in through the lobby doors.
"Oh man, check her out!" screamed one of them. Both girls looked similar, with dyed black hair, leather coats, and piercings in their faces. The one who had yelled moved closer to the young mutant, reaching out a hand. "Awesome hair," she said through metal-ringed lips. "How did you-" the girl's hand moved to caress one spike of Penance's hair, unaware of the danger.
Penance jerked her body back, fearing both the girl and what could happen to her, but her movement was not the right one. Her hair spike sliced through the girl's fingers, lopping off two of them at the first knuckle.
The girl screamed and fell her knees, scrambling to pick up her missing pieces. "Oh my fucking god!" he friend yelled. "What did you do?"
Penance looked to the man behind the desk, but he was no longer her ally. He had changed his mind and gone with the second of his two options - calling the police. Penance ran for the door, but when she reached it, her fingers sliced through the plastic handle and gouged the glass, and she was unable to pull it open. Frantic, she shouldered the door, shattering it around her. She pushed through the broken glass, ripping the niceman's coat from her body. She began to run, then turned and reached back, snatching up a shred of the coat's fabric.
Now she ran wildly through the streets, the piece of the niceman's coat clutched tightly in one hand to her breast, her feet putting divots in the pavement, her eyes wide and filled with fearful tears.
She had been awake for over a day now, and if she knew time at all, she would have known that it had been thirty six hours since she last slept. She had woken the morning after she and the niceman got the room with the sights, expecting the niceman to be awake. But when she got up from the floor, her blankets in shreds, she found the man to be still sleeping soundly. She waited for hours, but still he would not wake.
She knew something was wrong, but she couldn't do anything. She pushed on the mattress, trying to shake him from his slumber, but he would not move. She dared not touch him, for he would surely be injured or die, and then he'd throw her out on the street or lock her away like the Dark Man had.
She waited and waited, and even still he did not wake. She knew something had to change - she was relying on him, wasn't she? So she had to protect and help him too if she could. She couldn't speak, but maybe if she could let someone else know, let someone else into the room...
Penance had moved slowly out of the room, after shrugging on the niceman's big coat. It was fully shredded and covered her red skin or leather clothing little, but it made her feel safer. When she reached the lobby of the building, she spied a person on the other side of the room, the same man who had given them the place to sleep. He was shuffling through some papers, and she bounded over to him as quickly as she could.
He looked up suddenly as the sharp form ran towards him, and backed away with wide eyes. He saw the worried look on her face and bit his lip. Penance wouldn't ever know it, but at this moment, he was deciding whether to ask her how he could help or to call the cops.
"Are you okay...um, miss?" he asked. He remembered her from the night before, but his fear over her appearance had not diminished. He had tried to convince himself that it was some kind of costume, some sort of weird kinky thing, but it looked too real, too organic, for him to believe that.
Penance didn't hear or understand the words, but she quickly pointed upwards with one long finger. The man's eyes drifted toward the ceiling, but then he shook his head. "I'm sorry...the roof-?" he began, but was cut off as two people burst in through the lobby doors.
"Oh man, check her out!" screamed one of them. Both girls looked similar, with dyed black hair, leather coats, and piercings in their faces. The one who had yelled moved closer to the young mutant, reaching out a hand. "Awesome hair," she said through metal-ringed lips. "How did you-" the girl's hand moved to caress one spike of Penance's hair, unaware of the danger.
Penance jerked her body back, fearing both the girl and what could happen to her, but her movement was not the right one. Her hair spike sliced through the girl's fingers, lopping off two of them at the first knuckle.
The girl screamed and fell her knees, scrambling to pick up her missing pieces. "Oh my fucking god!" he friend yelled. "What did you do?"
Penance looked to the man behind the desk, but he was no longer her ally. He had changed his mind and gone with the second of his two options - calling the police. Penance ran for the door, but when she reached it, her fingers sliced through the plastic handle and gouged the glass, and she was unable to pull it open. Frantic, she shouldered the door, shattering it around her. She pushed through the broken glass, ripping the niceman's coat from her body. She began to run, then turned and reached back, snatching up a shred of the coat's fabric.
Now she ran wildly through the streets, the piece of the niceman's coat clutched tightly in one hand to her breast, her feet putting divots in the pavement, her eyes wide and filled with fearful tears.
