The world moved at an oddly slow and fast speed, swirling and twisting in on itself. Marcy barely had the sense to look down at her cup of water. Aside from it moving in and out of Marcy's hand because of her swimming vision, it looked fine. But she knew it wasn't. Something had been mixed in it.
If Marcy acted quickly enough, she could get it out, get whatever she swallowed out- she just needed to throw up.
Grasping wall after wall, chair after couch, Marcy made it to her bathroom- all the while everything still spun. Everything floated around her house in oblong shapes and desaturated colours.
By some miracle, Marcy's hand was able to find the handle of the medicine cabinet. Perhaps with luck, she popped and swung it open, reaching clumsily for her toothbrush. Toothpaste, toothpicks, dental floss, vitamins, and vials of perfume were swept into the sink by accident as the hero's hands swatted about and she had to grasp onto various things to steady herself.
Eventually, she was able to grab her toothbrush.
Even further along the way, and after watching the bristled stick bob in the air from her too heavy arm, Marcy jammed the toothbrush into her mouth, scrubbing at the very back of her tongue and poking the sensitive flesh at the back of her throat. She gagged, and gagged, but couldn't throw up. Marcy couldn't trigger herself to throw up.
What was going to happen if she passed out? Even dizzied, Marcy knew who it was who'd managed to slip something into her water. It was Hunter, and if Hunter got ahold of her...she didn't want to think of what they would do with her. Marcy needed to stay awake, needed to fight this urge to collapse and give in.
The toothbrush didn't work; maybe if she chugged a lot of water then she could throw up, and therefore get rid of whatever drug she'd consumed. With slow hands and eyes that saw double now, Marcy turned the faucet on and let her lips split to gather the water in her mouth. She swallowed, one, twice, three times...ten times- until she felt an uncomfortable feeling in her throat.
Before she could take herself to the toilet to encourage her vomits, Marcy jolted at the sharp sound of knocking behind her. She looked up at the now closed medicine cabinet which doubly served as a mirror. Marcy spun, seeing Hunter in the reflection.
Fortunately for her, Hunter caught her as she began to lose her balance, falling backwards with her eyes drifting shut for a blink too long.
It was only fortunate because of her fight to stay awake. Had Hunter not caught her, her eyes might not have opened back up.
"Shhh, sh sh sh. You've been trying so hard, dear. Don't waste your breaths giving useless threats to nemeses who have already won."
Marcy hated the way her body relied on Hunter's solid chest and shoulder. They were the enemy. They were here to take her away, and yet they were also the only thing helping her to achieve her goal- to stay awake.
"Hmmph." She couldn't speak. It was like her tongue was swelling in her mouth, and in her throat. A whine rose back there, and it was about the only thing Marcy could feel right now. That, and Hunter's hands beneath her arms, holding her up as they pushed her away, her head falling slack without the proper use of muscles in her neck.
"Mmmlet...m-me...g-guh-go."
"So that you can fall into a defenseless heap? That sounds worse for you than me helping you stand."
If she weren't drugged, she'd be crying with the amount of fear she felt.
No. No, if she weren't drugged, she wouldn't be in this position at all.
"You left me," Hunter said. "I wanted my little angel back."
"Hm. Mmm." Her eyes mind was drifting in and out every time she tried to speak. Marcy gathered enough focus to flop her head forward, her chin tucked to her chest. She forgot Hunter had pushed her away from him. The goal had been to lay her head on his shoulder.
"Your wings may be charcoal from your fall now, but you're still beautiful to me. You didn't really think you could hide in this human world any longer, did you?"
An image of horns and a sharp tail- Hunter's true form- flickered in Marcy's mind, sparking a second of awareness. But it didn't last.
"Come on, I'll take you home now."
A tear slipped from her eyes and down her cheek before falling to Marcy's bathroom floor, but she didn't feel, nor see it. She was tired, so tired. And as Hunter began dragging her along, she hardly noticed herself drifting away for good. When she woke up again, she wouldn't be in her human home, but Hunter's Hell instead.
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