Evelyn's eyelids fluttered against the viscous crust that tried to gum them shut. Dr. Hobb's face hovered nearby, blurred and... wrong, somehow, and she blinked her eyes to get rid of the haze. She tried to bring her arms up and felt the tug of leather straps at her wrists, restraining them at her sides. An attempt to move her legs told her that her ankles were restrained to the bed in a similar fashion. A quick glance to the side told her that this wasn't the room they had been keeping her in, yet it was familiar somehow...
"Hello, Evelyn," Dr. Hobb said. His face looked like it was melting, and Evelyn closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, the effect had vanished, though his features still looked disturbingly off kilter. Like a mask. Side effect, she thought. They've drugged me again.
The chaotic swirl of confused delirium was back, surging through her head in a breathtaking tempest. Yes, she had most certainly been drugged again, not with the sedatives that had slurred her speech in the common room earlier when she was visiting her family, but with that other drug, the one they claimed was an antipsychotic.
The common room. Her family. She shook her head from side to side, trying to remember what had happened.
Oh yes. She had tried to escape again, after they had left. Had she made it outside? Everything was blank...
"Welcome back," Dr. Hobb said. She turned to look at him again, and then saw a sinister, fluid movement behind him, in the corner beside the door.
It was a creature.
A tall creature with a large head and terrible, wrinkled features and no mouth and its face reminded her of skulls, of death, of nightmares; and absurdly, it wore a dark suit and tie like some horrid parody of humanity, and its hands were tipped with long fingers that shifted and flexed slowly, deliberately, threateningly, and it made gutteral rushing, clicking sounds like some sort of demonic insect as it stared at her, and she had seen it before, and she knew what Dr. Hobb had been doing to her--
"Doctor Hobb--" she whispered to the psychiatrist. "There's something behind you."
He turned, and his back stiffened and a small gasp emanated from him, so she knew he saw it, she wasn't crazy--
He turned back to her and shook his head sadly. His face was not the face of somebody who had just seen a nightmare creature. "Evelyn... there's nothing there." He smiled then, and her heart began to pound as she watched the smile turn... gleeful.
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Evelyn
Date: 2015-09-15 04:48 pm (UTC)Evelyn's eyelids fluttered against the viscous crust that tried to gum them shut. Dr. Hobb's face hovered nearby, blurred and... wrong, somehow, and she blinked her eyes to get rid of the haze. She tried to bring her arms up and felt the tug of leather straps at her wrists, restraining them at her sides. An attempt to move her legs told her that her ankles were restrained to the bed in a similar fashion. A quick glance to the side told her that this wasn't the room they had been keeping her in, yet it was familiar somehow...
"Hello, Evelyn," Dr. Hobb said. His face looked like it was melting, and Evelyn closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, the effect had vanished, though his features still looked disturbingly off kilter. Like a mask. Side effect, she thought. They've drugged me again.
The chaotic swirl of confused delirium was back, surging through her head in a breathtaking tempest. Yes, she had most certainly been drugged again, not with the sedatives that had slurred her speech in the common room earlier when she was visiting her family, but with that other drug, the one they claimed was an antipsychotic.
The common room. Her family. She shook her head from side to side, trying to remember what had happened.
Oh yes. She had tried to escape again, after they had left. Had she made it outside? Everything was blank...
"Welcome back," Dr. Hobb said. She turned to look at him again, and then saw a sinister, fluid movement behind him, in the corner beside the door.
It was a creature.
A tall creature with a large head and terrible, wrinkled features and no mouth and its face reminded her of skulls, of death, of nightmares; and absurdly, it wore a dark suit and tie like some horrid parody of humanity, and its hands were tipped with long fingers that shifted and flexed slowly, deliberately, threateningly, and it made gutteral rushing, clicking sounds like some sort of demonic insect as it stared at her, and she had seen it before, and she knew what Dr. Hobb had been doing to her--
"Doctor Hobb--" she whispered to the psychiatrist. "There's something behind you."
He turned, and his back stiffened and a small gasp emanated from him, so she knew he saw it, she wasn't crazy--
He turned back to her and shook his head sadly. His face was not the face of somebody who had just seen a nightmare creature. "Evelyn... there's nothing there." He smiled then, and her heart began to pound as she watched the smile turn... gleeful.