every twitch of fear-intoxicated body can be read by him
FLAWLESSLY– she picks up the shards of never-born
questions & she pieces them together as if she CARED
about the MARTYR’S WISHES. after months of
being submerged in suffocating paranoia, this victim
can be rewarded with one, simple breath.
only because it will DROWN HIM COMPLETELY.
( she asks again, she needs to make sure that
this one will perish with a condemning
sense of helplessness and anguish )
Y҉o҉ur sac͠rific͜e w̕ill͘ n̨o͢t͠ ͢be ͟in va҉in.
( had she a mouth, it would be stretched
out in a callous SMILE, she’s certain )
&& then another burst of static capable of shattering glass
and piercing careless eardrums explodes between them–
the omnipresent BUZZ would have rendered any lesser
being COMPLETELY DEAF. ( pop goes your mind, like a
lightbulb thrown at the wall, shatter-shatter-SHATTER!!!!! )
it’s like she’s speaking in riddles. NO — the thing is doing so ; mixing prose and static and noise to form sentences that kyle thinks he should understand, but there’s a chugging lag in his mind. he feels like neurons are exploding in his brain, but no connection is firing. like a bad DIAL - UP processor, but it’s the best he has in this chaotic moment. kyle doesn’t know what the creatures knows or what she’s offering him ( TELLING HIM ) but he does know that he probably has no choice. it’s all down to luck. rotten, rotten luck.
kyle’s lips part and he’s about to question the being before him. he wants to ask about THE VOID again, but before he has a chance, the backseat buzzing in his brain is amplified — ratcheted up like bad bass BOOMING in his mind until he’s positive that his eardrums are splitting. kyle shouts, a scream ripping through his vocal cords as he’s forced to cover his ears and wince back, trying anything he can to stop the crackling, piercing, painful noise infiltrating his very being.
it feels like it lasts forever, stretching on until there’s tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, but really, it’s only been seconds when the sound dies out. kyle’s brain is empty of any noise, hoarse pants slipping by his own lips. he’s slow & tentative when he finally looks up and all there is to see is an empty dock and quiet, still lake. nothing seems out of place. nothing looks like it’s been touch by EVIL. bethany is still gone, but kyle doesn’t think before he’s standing onto shaky legs, scooping up his flip - flops as he goes. he starts for land, making long & quick strides down the creaking dock with watchful eyes. there’s still a nervous prickling at the back of his neck and heat swarming his body, but there’s some naive thought in his brain telling him that he’ll be safer once he has his feet on land. it’s probably not true at all, but kyle DOESN’T CARE. he still feels shuddering satisfaction when his bare foot is meeting cool dirt.
the path back to the cabins is lit by staggered, flickering torches and he starts along the trail before pausing, risking one glance back to the darkened lake. it looks much more ominous now. kyle decides one thing as he turns his back to the water and walks back to camp : bethany is gone and he knows absolutely nothing about it.
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