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Posted: Oct 5 2014, 01:23 AM
Tagged: Kitty and Pestilence
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
Kitty could hear the laughter echoing off of she wasn't sure what; the corridor outside her cell, her room, her skull. It sounded familiar but impossible to place; somehow it was many people laughing at once and another minute later one solitary peel of laughter making her shiver and her spine stiffen.
No, no, that didn't make sense. It couldn't be off the corridor outside her cell or her cell room. She wasn't there anymore. In a moment that felt both too long and too short the events of Chicago seemed to fall into place and she could feel the bell closing in around her and the chuckle growing quiet but coming closer and closer until it was in her ear.
The ones that go in are lean and thin
It was the only thing in her ear; all of the other voices seemed far away as she heard them from the other side of the bell. It sang to her it's strange little song that Kitty was sure she must had heard before whoever it was was taunting her with it now. The song was quiet but it drowned out those outside voices. Through the window in her bell she could see the face of Dr. McCoy talking to her, telling her some platitudes the voice broke off it's singing for.
They're only platitudes. There's no truth to them. This bell is your home, you'll be in here until someone is tired of caring for you and opens it up. You'll just blow away.
The ones that come out are fat and stout
Dr. McCoy was gone before Kitty was even aware of it and another face was smashed up against the glass and she let out a scream, covering her ears as she was sure she would deafen herself. No amount of curling in on herself would keep the red face and the yellow eyes away from her.
Or was it a blue face? She had never seen the red faced man while in her bell. No, he was far away from here, she would never see him again.
Not until everyone at the school was dead trying to save her and the others.
Your eyes fall in and your teeth fall out
There were pits in her skin still. If she ran her hands over them Kitty could feel more and more skin peel away to show her true form; to show the monster. The pits oozed and ran down her, falling into the water of the river she was hovering above, notching another arrow onto the string and taking aim at a retreating back of a small boy.
The arrow flew fast and the arrow flew true and before her eyes his skin started to resemble her own as what was inside her, the monster inside, ravaged him as well.
Your brains come tumbling down your snout.
She was herself and there was a man in front of her, red eyes on black and he was there to take herself away. Fear was a thing she could taste and it wanted to force its way of her mouth but Kitty held it in. He was saying that it would keep the others safe but Kitty now knew a lie when she heard it, even from one such as him. What was he in comparison to what she became? Lies were a lesser poison than what she brought onto the world.
Her voice sang in her ear and laughed alone. Be merry, my friend, be merry
As Kitty Pryde screamed herself awake her hands, less pitted than she remembered if her memory was something that could be relied on, reached out to press against the diving bell that was still her home. Her scream rang in her ears, itching as it quieted in her mind into a phantom of the laughter. Just enough to make herself wonder if she was truly awake.