Post by Aurora on Aug 6, 2006 20:14:32 GMT -5
Aurora woke slowly, her eyes opening and staring at the white ceiling. As memory flooded back to her in bits, she sat up. A hand pressed against the side of her head as she shook her head, clearing her hair from her face and her grogginess from her mind.
She looked around the empty room as she took hold of the covers and tossed them off of her long legs. She saw that she wasn't wearing what she had been at Baltimore, but instead other clothes that she'd bought at the thrift store with Angie. The hand on her head ran through her hair, catching on all of the rats. Her hair was practically in knots. That would be a bitch to get out.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed, but that was as far as she got. She became a bit suspicious that she'd been given medication while she was out; she was a bit dizzy even before she stood up.
Her eyes stopped on a full-length mirror across the room, on the wall. For a moment, her heart constricted--But as she watched the mirror, she saw only her own reflection. Hers, not just her body, but her mind. She could tell that all was as it should be. Thank God.
She slid from the bed and rubbed her eyes with the side of her hand as she took uneven steps toward the door. As she reached for the doorknob, though, what she had convinced herself was not there reared it's ugly head.
"LET ME OUT!!!" The scream came from just across the room, and Aurora whirled around, her back hitting the door as she propelled herself away from the direction of the voice. Her eyes immediately flew to the mirror. She knew where the voices came from.
By all laws of science, she shouldn't have been able to see herself in it. She was far to the side to be reflected in the glass. But she was there, pressing against the glass from the opposite side and craning her neck to glare at Aurora fiercely.
It was Aurora's body, but it was not Aurora reflected in that mirror. This woman was careless with her appearance--for vanity, she had been taught all her life, was a sin. Her hair was drawn back in a tight, tight bun, and she wore no make-up of any kind. She wore a Catholic schoolgirl outfit; a knee-length skirt and a shapeless blouse, identical to what Aurora had found herself wearing just under a week ago when she'd last run away from Madame DuPont's.
"LET ME OUT!!!" The woman was clutching the silver cross around her neck. This only pissed Aurora off more. When she recovered from her shock, she acted. The little bitch was not going to scare her this time.
"Shut up," Aurora said forcefully as she shoved herself off of the door and took a few steps into the room. "This is my goddamn body. You are NEVER going to take me over again! This is MINE, got it, you bitch? MINE!!!"
As she spoke, she glared at the vision of Jeanne-Marie with a death that would have caused her a slow and incredibly tortured, painful death could looks have killed. She wanted to break the glass, but as much as she refused to admit to it, she was afraid to get too close. She half-expected for the Catholic wretch to somehow break out of the mirror in a tangible parallel to taking back control over Aurora's brain and body.
She looked wildly to the chair, then back at Jeanne-Marie. Her thought was apparent to the woman in the glass, and she immediately began to howl in protest, sobbing beyond control. Aurora took no notice, took no pity whatsoever on the weaker half that she refused to claim, and she grabbed the back of the chair. She moved at the mirror as she swung the chair at the mirror. As the chair swung towards impact, Aurora let out a scream that would have woken the dead (had Dead Man not already raised them). At the same time, Jeanne-Marie let out an equally earth-shaking scream, only whereas Aurora's was one of rage, her's was one of fear.
The two screams echoed throughout the surrounding area of the compound. Anyone even relatively nearby would hear the two screams in unison, and those closer might perhaps hear the sound of glass smashing as she hurled the mirror into it.
She looked around the empty room as she took hold of the covers and tossed them off of her long legs. She saw that she wasn't wearing what she had been at Baltimore, but instead other clothes that she'd bought at the thrift store with Angie. The hand on her head ran through her hair, catching on all of the rats. Her hair was practically in knots. That would be a bitch to get out.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed, but that was as far as she got. She became a bit suspicious that she'd been given medication while she was out; she was a bit dizzy even before she stood up.
Her eyes stopped on a full-length mirror across the room, on the wall. For a moment, her heart constricted--But as she watched the mirror, she saw only her own reflection. Hers, not just her body, but her mind. She could tell that all was as it should be. Thank God.
She slid from the bed and rubbed her eyes with the side of her hand as she took uneven steps toward the door. As she reached for the doorknob, though, what she had convinced herself was not there reared it's ugly head.
"LET ME OUT!!!" The scream came from just across the room, and Aurora whirled around, her back hitting the door as she propelled herself away from the direction of the voice. Her eyes immediately flew to the mirror. She knew where the voices came from.
By all laws of science, she shouldn't have been able to see herself in it. She was far to the side to be reflected in the glass. But she was there, pressing against the glass from the opposite side and craning her neck to glare at Aurora fiercely.
It was Aurora's body, but it was not Aurora reflected in that mirror. This woman was careless with her appearance--for vanity, she had been taught all her life, was a sin. Her hair was drawn back in a tight, tight bun, and she wore no make-up of any kind. She wore a Catholic schoolgirl outfit; a knee-length skirt and a shapeless blouse, identical to what Aurora had found herself wearing just under a week ago when she'd last run away from Madame DuPont's.
"LET ME OUT!!!" The woman was clutching the silver cross around her neck. This only pissed Aurora off more. When she recovered from her shock, she acted. The little bitch was not going to scare her this time.
"Shut up," Aurora said forcefully as she shoved herself off of the door and took a few steps into the room. "This is my goddamn body. You are NEVER going to take me over again! This is MINE, got it, you bitch? MINE!!!"
As she spoke, she glared at the vision of Jeanne-Marie with a death that would have caused her a slow and incredibly tortured, painful death could looks have killed. She wanted to break the glass, but as much as she refused to admit to it, she was afraid to get too close. She half-expected for the Catholic wretch to somehow break out of the mirror in a tangible parallel to taking back control over Aurora's brain and body.
She looked wildly to the chair, then back at Jeanne-Marie. Her thought was apparent to the woman in the glass, and she immediately began to howl in protest, sobbing beyond control. Aurora took no notice, took no pity whatsoever on the weaker half that she refused to claim, and she grabbed the back of the chair. She moved at the mirror as she swung the chair at the mirror. As the chair swung towards impact, Aurora let out a scream that would have woken the dead (had Dead Man not already raised them). At the same time, Jeanne-Marie let out an equally earth-shaking scream, only whereas Aurora's was one of rage, her's was one of fear.
The two screams echoed throughout the surrounding area of the compound. Anyone even relatively nearby would hear the two screams in unison, and those closer might perhaps hear the sound of glass smashing as she hurled the mirror into it.
