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early mourning | the laboratory

NYXXIE. ( @necromvntic​ )

      moving HURT. breathing HURT. as if he wasn’t in enough pain, he became aware of a fierce headache starting to bloom right behind his eyes. all matty wanted to do at that moment was curl on his side, dry heave in his suffering, but something was halting his movement.

     matty’s awareness of anything other than pain increased in pitifully slow increments, as he gradually came to. his sinuses were stinging, an alkaline taste in his mouth, as if he’d been sucking on a battery. no, it was blood - a bitten lip, a bitten tongue, a bitten cheek. he couldn’t move his hands; something was keeping them bound in front of him. black dots swam in his vision. what happened to me?

     the low buzz of hushed chatter in the background registered in his mind next. footsteps, too, and with his eyes now adjusting to the light matty could make out several blurry individuals standing around the room, all in crisp white uniforms. lab coats. and there were others, like himself, some of them coming to like he was. he looked down; his hands were clasped in what looked like cuffs, and try as he did, he couldn’t force them off. some distant part of him urged himself to be calm, but that part was overridden by a wave of sheer, undiluted FEAR. where am i?

      he’d be wondering if this wasn’t just a nightmare, if he didn’t know for a damn fact that his imagination had nowhere near the capability to cook up something like this. he couldn’t remember where he had last been. he had gone to buy cigarettes and other essentials… no, he’d gotten home after that, and then he’d gone to pick up ruby… how the fuck do i get out of here?

     the doctors? scientists? whatever they were, appeared to come to the conclusion of their discussion, voices coldly clinical, and they left the room, farewelled with a sharp hiss from what sounded like an hermetic seal. he couldn’t even work his mouth open to call out after them. all that was left was silence, muffling the sound of his shuddering breaths. matty looked back down at the cuffs, followed their link to another pair of cuffs. his breath caught in his throat, matty only then seeing who was beside him. finally, he managed a hoarse, shaky whisper.

     ❛ nyx? nyxxie. oh shit - please wake up. ❜

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      —♛ Beatrix gave a long tiring roll of her eyes, that was conveniently covered by the dark shades she was wearing against the blaring sun, and placed her right hand on her hip tilting it slightly. ❝ Jakey, honey, ❞ the female started saying exhaustedly to the boy. ❝ I’m going to be brutally honest with you and say I only accepted this because I look HOT in this uniform. ❞ As a way of emphasis, she gestured to the ‘sexy’ baseball attire her body had. ❝ But I SWEAR if you make me run again for a stupid ball, I will burn this park to the ground. ❞ Not that Beatrix didn’t appreciate the exercise but she usually sought it on a more engaging sport, like bar fighting. Plus the only reason she had the bat was not because there was a secret urge to play baseball underneath her cool armor, the female simply wanted to smash some cars as a reliever of aggression, was that so hard to appease?

      —♛ ❝ Can’t we just, have a time-out or something? I don’t know what it’s called but I need a fucking break and a drink. ❞ Then after a moment added with a WICKED grin painting her maroon stained lips. ❝ And maybe you can take a couple of photos of me posing sexily so I can send them to Felix. ❞

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               With all of the people coming back, dead or alive, Spencer had a tiny piece of HOPE buried somewhere in her chest, that her parents—or even one of them—would be back, too. However, it was not the case, and that spark was slowly lost as days went back, as the tragedy occurred occupying all of her thoughts and pushing secondary problems even further down the line. She had slowly healed, and now only dark spots remained that will turn into scars, a memory forever imprisoned on her skin.

                 It was then that she started taking walks again, and went out for a run through the forests that she had missed so much, breathing in heavily the fresh air, scents filling up her lungs and positively overtaking all of her senses. After a while she stopped, one of the wolves accompanying her brushing against Spencer’s thigh, nudging her with its nose gently. She had never understood the FEAR of them, but she might have been a little bias. From a young age she felt connected to these animals, and then, when two important pieces from her life were taken away, they took her in and ACCEPTED her more than any humans ever did. They weren’t that ruthless, or dangerous—not to her they weren’t. Spencer still remembered the day when she woke up between a napping pack, her heart jumped just like——

                 NOW. Only by a corner of her eye she noticed something unusual, a figure, a HAND. “Hello?” She called out, but there was no answer, thus she went closer to inspect, lest there was someone who needed help, or even medical attention, and——

                                                                        “..MOM?”

                 A stiff, cold and already beginning to wilt body was left there to rot into the ground, Spencer’s knees going weak in SECONDS, and she didn’t even realize they were already hitting the grass, bruising themselves into rocks and fallen branches. Her eyes traveled, rib cage filled with shock so much that her gaze was the ONLY thing that moved, and that’s when she saw another body, this time not needing to come closer to know whose it was. Any other time rather vocal, Spencer found herself unable to let out another sound, it all stuck in her throat like a sharp edged rock. Seconds turned into minutes and perhaps even hours as she sat there on the forest floor, dampness seeping into her clothing, cold reaching her still sensitive skin. After some time her fingers dialed a number she had memorized like her own name, the ONLY person she could let see her like that, her voice a weak whisper with lips dry, and face itching from tears.

                                                       “Nyxxie.. Something happened.”

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❝                   my pleasure !      ❞

           marisol flores was  ,  evidently  ,  one of the  BEST  people to accompany her on the little excursion nyxxie had planned  .  .  .  adventures were a thing of fundamental passion  ,  and a subsequent lack thereof was nothing if not a turn - off of friendship for the beloved thrill - seeker ;  and  ,  so  ,  when nyxxie first unearthed a not - so - abandoned bunker  ,  one which she assumed could only belong to an occultist group or something of the sort  ,  she’d immediately approached the reptilian charmer in hopes of coaxing her to steal the bunker in its entirety  .  

           ❝         we gotta claim it as OURS  ,  ya feel me ?       ❞    she’s grinning from ear to ear  ,  completely prepared to send some walking corpses to evacuate the vicinity  ,  if need be  .   ❝       it’s this way ! ‘bout a ten minute walk from ‘ere  ,  an’  thank ya so much for comin’  ,  by the way !       ❞

Marisol had to admire Nyxxie’s wonder & excitable personality. When she had approached her with the information that she’d found a hidden bunker somewhere north of town, the snake charmer couldn’t help but feel compelled to tag along. Besides, she needed to get out of the house & well, an ADVENTURE might just be the thing she needed. 

— ❝ No problem, but, uh, what would we even do with it ? ❞ she asked as they walked. She didn’t mean to try & poke holes in the fortune teller’s b u b b l e, but she was genuinely curious as to what use a bunker could be for them other than a bomb shelter should nuclear fallout suddenly bless them, ❝ What if we find some weird shit in there ? Or a crime scene ? Or cannibals ? ❞

She’d been watching way too many Top Ten Gruesome Serial Killers videos again, & they were beginning to leak into her subconscious.

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      —ϟ ❝ I still don’t understand why we thought this was a good idea! ❞ Ophelia PRACTICALLY yelled, it was rare for the biochemist to be heard with such loudness for they favored the quiet tones in their syllables. ❝ NO, don’t— be careful. ❞ They flinched away from Bijou as she started to reach out toward them, and even though Ophelia was covered they still didn’t want to risk it. Their stress was DANGEROUSLY stirring something inside, molecules pulsing and vibrating, the air becoming more static; electrified. ❝ Um, okay, let’s think. Where did we last place the key? ❞

      —ϟ They gnawed on their bottom lip in thought, they could remember all the information provided in the periodic table ( probably still recite it now in such a tense circumstance ), but could not remember simple MUNDANE things such as the location of a stupid key. ❝ Wait can’t you, you know, hack it? Grab a bobby pin or something— like in those spy movies! ❞

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      It was a weird—and it said something, since none of the days were what one would call normal—day Felix was having, starting with him forgetting the container of his pills at home and ending with the general feeling of DREAD he head been carrying for the past few hours. Most of the time he knew exactly what made him anxious, what forced his stomach turn in one violent move, but now it was all blank. 

      The numbness had been fading out slowly and at this point as he stood in his classroom he realized it was a VERY bad idea, the man snapping at every little nothing coming from his students. Felix almost lost his voice, his yells surely echoing through the academy’s corridors as far as they could go, but his head felt pressure like never before and the FATIGUE he felt was unusual; drunk tired and hyper-alert was a horrible cocktail mix for Felix and before he knew any better a cigarette was spinning in between his fingers, lit up and smoke slowly filling up the space around him. He was...disheveled: dark circles under his eyes, and their whites pink, he couldn’t even remember when was the last time he ate something normal, and on top of that—and on top screaming ‘Nobody asked YOU Susan’ regarding him blasting poisonous smoke—it JUST had to get better.  

      “Oh, god.”

      Almost immediately he felt light headed, but he knew better than to brush it off on hunger or sleepless nights. 

      “What the LIVING fuck do you need now...demon child?”