Killing Floor // Freya/Ash Dec 3, 2012 4:53:47 GMT -4
Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2012 4:53:47 GMT -4
These scars weren't made on their own accord, they each have a story, but what could they possibly say? Looking around this desolate place, can you find the right answers you're looking for? Ash shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, she's terrified. The air is quiet, dark, unforgiving; warm and humid but holding no comfort. If anything, the heavy air only hinders her ability to breathe. In the beginning of all this madness, Ash had almost lost everything, only to prolong her own death and rebirth as an overmind. Everything that happened was beyond her control, she made so many mistakes and was paying the brutal price for it. The search for the truth was shat lead Ash to this place, the hospital, and it was the truth that she knew was very real that shattered her to tears before she even reached what she came for.
The unbearable truth that the man she loved was the same one who caused her death to begin with. In this place where she witnessed his betrayal, and the empty hell she suffered for months within following the torture. It was all coming back slowly as she wandered inside this place, through those narrow halls that stank of death and decaying corpses, moldy and maggot-ridden from the people she killed while imprisoned here by her memories of what happened. The floors and walls painted black by her wickedness, her own blood that had remained there even after the month or two it had been since she'd dwelled within that building. The windows shattered, walls destroyed, doors thrown from their hinges and so many things overturned; this place once looked reminiscent of a hospital, but these days all Ash could see was the disgrace of her downfall.
In her nightmares Ash had seen this place as it was, memories flooding back in small piles that haunted her even when she was awake, slowly tainting herself with shame and sorrow for the many terrible things she'd done. Now though, she had to see for herself what had happened here. Going from room to room, finally putting the pieces together, the overmind quietly headed down the hall hesitantly as tears rolled down her face, the dark never giving her the chance to feel at ease or forgiven for her crimes. There was no taking back what she had done, but she couldn't simply walk away from her past. This place was her own personal hell once, but she would bear it if it meant finding her old things that linked her to the human life she had stolen from her. Within that same room she was butchered in, lied her discarded dual knives and her bag of old things; more importantly than anything else, her black leatherbound journal.
Passing through the long corridor, she finally spotted the room she remembered to be the one she was searching for, stopping for a moment and cringing at what she knew she'd witness inside. Shaking her head, pushing away the painful realization, she pressed onward until she reached that black bloody door. Placing her hand over the handle was difficult enough of a task, but when she went to turn the handle, she froze up completely. Within that room was the place she feared the most in all of Fort York, the room she was dragged into, bound to a table, and slowly tortured until the verge of death. This all played out by nobody worse than her own best friend, the man she vowed to kill upon becoming an overmind and returning to this world as a cursed abomination. Jasper Stone.
And now.. he was dead.
In a twisted turn of desperation, Ash craved to get her weapons and journal back from the depths of this bloody prison, and to see the last of this damned place with her own eyes. Swallowing her guilt and fear at once, Ash gripped the door knob tightly and turned it, pulling the loud creaky door open and stepping across the room's bloody entrance. What she saw in there was far worse than anything outside. Stolen by the horror of that bloody steel table, Ash covered her mouth and tears fell down her cheeks in heavier doses than before. On that filthy steel table, was a dried mess of red bloodstains and rusted nails. That blood was hers once. Her human blood, carved out from beneath her flesh while Jasper had laughed menacingly all the while. At the head of the table were two rusted nails embedded in the surface, the flesh from her ears that he'd nailed there still stuck and grey from the time it had taken to decay there.
The woman was thrown to her knees, tossing up bile and human traces onto the room's floor as she convulsed uncontrollably. Reality came crashing down on Ash harder than a collapsing building, it felt like she was going to die right then and there all over again. The room stank with an unpleasant odor, the bloody scent still filling this place to it's overflowing mass of disgust and horrors. Ash hated this place, she needed to get her things and get out. With nothing left in her system, Ash punched the concrete as she sobbed, knowing for herself that this was indeed the place where it actually happened. The line between reality and her warped mental state was beginning to lose it's definition in her mind, all of her memories were thrown into a constant state of disarray and madness that couldn't allow her to understand what she'd been doing over the past long months. Jasper's death was taking it's toll on her, the overmind was beginning to lose grip on herself and everything around her now.
That's why Ash needed her journal, to remember what it was like to be herself again.
Gathering her pathetic self from that filthy room's floor, the woman slowly made her way across the room, around the table to find her two discarded bloody knives on the floor, traces of her own blood painted the steel a disgusting rusted red hue, the blades had dulled over time and were probably worthless to her now. Still, she'd bring them back with her. Then turning across the room, she spotted her black satchel covered in dust and bloody with black residue, the contents of her bag strewn across the floor with her journal lying on the top of a chair just beside it. Wandering over, Ash grabbed it and quickly examined it, the thing was still in one piece but was filthy with her own blood and dirt, there were pages that she didn't remember writing in, but she would have to examine it all later. Then grabbing the few things she had across the floor, Ash picked up her bag and piled them all inside, the very last thing she'd go for were her blades still lying on the cold, hard floor.
Throwing the bag's strap over her shoulder and leaning over to pick up her weapons from the tile floor, a sudden bang from outside the hall made her jump in alarm and get to her knees for cover behind the table. Was someone else inside the hospital as well? Was it a lesser? An animal? A scavenging human? Or.. worse? The overmind paused for a moment, realizing that these old habits of hiding like a weak human should be behind her. Ash wasn't human anymore, but she'd be damned if she was expected to act differently. Reaching for her blades and prying them from their grotesque places upon the ground, Ash turned to pile them into her satchel and zipped the bag shut, then getting to her feet before hearing another subtle bang somewhere within the building. Stopping in that instant, the overmind was faced with a decision. Should she jump out the third-storie window and hit the pavement below as an escape? No, breaking her legs would be useless in this situation. Turning to look at the window where the dull light illuminated the room, Ash turned again to face the open doorway, wiping away her tears and sharpening her wits to head out and face whatever was causing the sound.
This place wouldn't have it's hold over her any longer.