10-23-2015, 12:27 AM
Sidra blinks in surprise as she tumbles through the door into … a garden? She turns around, looking for the door and finds nothing. There’s definitely something very odd going on in here. Doors don’t disappear like that. And they don’t magically transport you to gardens.
That same voice rings out again, and she freezes. It speaks of a maze, of unknown changes, and of testing the maze. What the hell is going on?!
Her dark brown eyes can’t help but search for the speaker, but she was warned, there’s nothing to be seen. Nothing except Ella, who’s lying crumpled in the grass in front of her. Right. Her brother had just sacrificed himself to save them.
“Ella?” She takes a few tentative steps towards the girl, and lays a trembling hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I … I’m so sorry.” The girl pulls away, shaking. “He … he …” Sidra’s heart breaks for the girl. As much as she’s lost in the past year, she hasn’t had to watch a family member get slaughtered in front of her. Jason and Sahm are gone, but they’re still alive out there, somewhere. And her mother, though a captive of the Chamber, is still alive and in one piece. What Ella’s just been through is far worse than anything Sidra’s experienced. But …
They still need to get moving. Though she can’t see any more of the ‘walkers,’ it doesn’t mean that they're safe. In fact, considering that someone (a magician? a faerie?) is clearly playing with them, it probably isn’t safe. They need to play the game and then maybe, just maybe, they can go home. If that’s the maze-maker’s intention anyhow.
She reaches out to the girl again, her touch on Ella’s shoulder stronger this time. “We can’t stay here Ella. We need to get through that maze.” She inhales, stealing herself. She does not like having to do this to the poor girl, but it’s necessary. “I know you’re hurting right now, and I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling, but we need to go. Now.” Her hand slips down to the girl’s arm and pulls. Ella doesn’t resist and gets to her feet. “O-ok.” Then she turns to look at Sidra, and the expression goes right to Sidra’s core. Inexplicably, there’s trust in those eyes - Ella is looking to Sidra for leadership.
Those eyes cut right through Sidra, and make her pull herself up straighter. She can’t let the girl down now. Ella doesn’t have anyone else anymore. “Let’s go.” She grabs the teen’s hand and pulls her through the leafy mouth of the maze.
They walk in silence for some time, slipping through the shadows. Sidra glances back at the girl from time to time, but says nothing. She’s sure that Ella is thinking of her brother, and she doesn't want to intrude or interrupt. The girl deserves some time to grieve.
Very little stands out to her as they walk. The sides of the maze are tall and leafy, thick walls of plant and vine, and possibly stone (though it’s hard to tell through the growth) that block out direct light. Sidra thinks they must be blocking out sound too, as she can’t hear anything but the sound of their muffled footsteps on the grass. It’s quite eerie, something that’s emphasized by the seemly strong scents that she keeps detecting - the scent of growing and decomposing vines fills her nose, and she can’t help but notice the smell of sweat and fear wafting off both herself and Ella (since when has she been able to smell fear?).
When they hit their first dead end, Sidra turns around to usher Ella back and abruptly notices that she can hear the girl’s rapid heart beat.
When they hit their second dead end, Sidra turns around and considers ripping out Ella’s throat and devouring the warm, vulnerable flesh. When she realizes what she’s thinking, she freezes, horrified. What? What the hell was that?!
Ella notices her pause and cocks her head to the side. “Is something wrong?” Sidra shakes her head vaguely, eyes wide. What the fuck is going on? What the hell did the voice do to her?
On their third dead end they run into a trap. The ground disappears from under Sidra’s feet and she flails at thin air, trying to find anything to grasp on to. She flails for what seems like an age, but finally a small, soft hand grabs her own, and she slams into a stone wall. When she looks down, she can see a deep pit, filled with spikes. She shudders. She looks back up - Ella is above her, holding on to Sidra’s hand for dear life. “Swing yourself to the left and grab the wall!” Sidra doesn’t argue. She swings herself up and grabs on to the edge. Then, with Ella’s help, she hoists herself up and over the edge. Once she’s over, she lies there, panting from the exertion. “Thanks.” Ella doesn’t say anything for a moment, then she looks at Sidra. “What’s your name?” Sidra sits up, looking at her. “Huh?” Ella looks away, staring at the ground. “What’s your name? I don’t know your name.” Sidra smiles sheepishly, trying to avoid looking at the girl’s throat (which is trembling deliciously). “Oh. It’s Sidra.” Then they both get up and continue on.
On their fourth dead end, they run into a tiger. It comes after them the instant it sees them, and both girls scream. In unison, they head for one of the walls and climb out of its reach. The tiger must be well fed, because it swats at them a couple of times before lying down in the grass. The girls hang there for what seems like hours, waiting for the tiger to fall asleep. As they hang off the wall, Sidra can feel something … fighting, inside her. Something wild, animalistic, fighting to get out. It wants her to jump down and rip into the tiger, shredding the beast to tiny little pieces. But she fights the urge, and hangs on until the tiger is asleep, and they both sneak quietly away.
Then, finally, after what seems like an age, they reach the centre. Sidra cries out in relief and takes a step towards the wooden pedestal in the centre.
Then it happens.
Sidra shrieks as her body starts breaking down and reforming itself - growing, shifting and changing. Pain fills her as her bones break and regrow, massive fangs burst out of her gums, thick claws erupt out of her hands, and thick hair covers her entire body. Ella watches transfixed as Sidra transforms into a monster.
It’s over in moments and, where before had stood a pretty young woman, is a vicious, slavering beast. It hungers for the hunt, the kill … the blood. And poor Ella doesn’t stand a chance.
The wolf relishes the feeling of its teeth and claws sinking into delicate, pale flesh, the feeling of the blood gushing out over the earth, the grass, and even itself. Within seconds it reduces the teenaged girl into a gory, damp pile of bone and bloody skin and hair, and gorges itself on the flesh.
When it’s finished, it looks about, hunger sated, but not thirst. It spots a bowl sitting on the pedestal, full of what appears to be water. Desperately thirsty it throws caution to the wind and drinks deep, emptying the bowl. And suddenly the change begins to reverse.
When it’s over Sidra sinks to the earth, horrified, sobbing. Her memories are awash in flying blood and bone. “No, no, no, no, NOOO!” She shrieks into her knees, sobbing even harder. What has she done?
That same voice rings out again, and she freezes. It speaks of a maze, of unknown changes, and of testing the maze. What the hell is going on?!
Her dark brown eyes can’t help but search for the speaker, but she was warned, there’s nothing to be seen. Nothing except Ella, who’s lying crumpled in the grass in front of her. Right. Her brother had just sacrificed himself to save them.
“Ella?” She takes a few tentative steps towards the girl, and lays a trembling hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I … I’m so sorry.” The girl pulls away, shaking. “He … he …” Sidra’s heart breaks for the girl. As much as she’s lost in the past year, she hasn’t had to watch a family member get slaughtered in front of her. Jason and Sahm are gone, but they’re still alive out there, somewhere. And her mother, though a captive of the Chamber, is still alive and in one piece. What Ella’s just been through is far worse than anything Sidra’s experienced. But …
They still need to get moving. Though she can’t see any more of the ‘walkers,’ it doesn’t mean that they're safe. In fact, considering that someone (a magician? a faerie?) is clearly playing with them, it probably isn’t safe. They need to play the game and then maybe, just maybe, they can go home. If that’s the maze-maker’s intention anyhow.
She reaches out to the girl again, her touch on Ella’s shoulder stronger this time. “We can’t stay here Ella. We need to get through that maze.” She inhales, stealing herself. She does not like having to do this to the poor girl, but it’s necessary. “I know you’re hurting right now, and I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling, but we need to go. Now.” Her hand slips down to the girl’s arm and pulls. Ella doesn’t resist and gets to her feet. “O-ok.” Then she turns to look at Sidra, and the expression goes right to Sidra’s core. Inexplicably, there’s trust in those eyes - Ella is looking to Sidra for leadership.
Those eyes cut right through Sidra, and make her pull herself up straighter. She can’t let the girl down now. Ella doesn’t have anyone else anymore. “Let’s go.” She grabs the teen’s hand and pulls her through the leafy mouth of the maze.
They walk in silence for some time, slipping through the shadows. Sidra glances back at the girl from time to time, but says nothing. She’s sure that Ella is thinking of her brother, and she doesn't want to intrude or interrupt. The girl deserves some time to grieve.
Very little stands out to her as they walk. The sides of the maze are tall and leafy, thick walls of plant and vine, and possibly stone (though it’s hard to tell through the growth) that block out direct light. Sidra thinks they must be blocking out sound too, as she can’t hear anything but the sound of their muffled footsteps on the grass. It’s quite eerie, something that’s emphasized by the seemly strong scents that she keeps detecting - the scent of growing and decomposing vines fills her nose, and she can’t help but notice the smell of sweat and fear wafting off both herself and Ella (since when has she been able to smell fear?).
When they hit their first dead end, Sidra turns around to usher Ella back and abruptly notices that she can hear the girl’s rapid heart beat.
When they hit their second dead end, Sidra turns around and considers ripping out Ella’s throat and devouring the warm, vulnerable flesh. When she realizes what she’s thinking, she freezes, horrified. What? What the hell was that?!
Ella notices her pause and cocks her head to the side. “Is something wrong?” Sidra shakes her head vaguely, eyes wide. What the fuck is going on? What the hell did the voice do to her?
On their third dead end they run into a trap. The ground disappears from under Sidra’s feet and she flails at thin air, trying to find anything to grasp on to. She flails for what seems like an age, but finally a small, soft hand grabs her own, and she slams into a stone wall. When she looks down, she can see a deep pit, filled with spikes. She shudders. She looks back up - Ella is above her, holding on to Sidra’s hand for dear life. “Swing yourself to the left and grab the wall!” Sidra doesn’t argue. She swings herself up and grabs on to the edge. Then, with Ella’s help, she hoists herself up and over the edge. Once she’s over, she lies there, panting from the exertion. “Thanks.” Ella doesn’t say anything for a moment, then she looks at Sidra. “What’s your name?” Sidra sits up, looking at her. “Huh?” Ella looks away, staring at the ground. “What’s your name? I don’t know your name.” Sidra smiles sheepishly, trying to avoid looking at the girl’s throat (which is trembling deliciously). “Oh. It’s Sidra.” Then they both get up and continue on.
On their fourth dead end, they run into a tiger. It comes after them the instant it sees them, and both girls scream. In unison, they head for one of the walls and climb out of its reach. The tiger must be well fed, because it swats at them a couple of times before lying down in the grass. The girls hang there for what seems like hours, waiting for the tiger to fall asleep. As they hang off the wall, Sidra can feel something … fighting, inside her. Something wild, animalistic, fighting to get out. It wants her to jump down and rip into the tiger, shredding the beast to tiny little pieces. But she fights the urge, and hangs on until the tiger is asleep, and they both sneak quietly away.
Then, finally, after what seems like an age, they reach the centre. Sidra cries out in relief and takes a step towards the wooden pedestal in the centre.
Then it happens.
Sidra shrieks as her body starts breaking down and reforming itself - growing, shifting and changing. Pain fills her as her bones break and regrow, massive fangs burst out of her gums, thick claws erupt out of her hands, and thick hair covers her entire body. Ella watches transfixed as Sidra transforms into a monster.
It’s over in moments and, where before had stood a pretty young woman, is a vicious, slavering beast. It hungers for the hunt, the kill … the blood. And poor Ella doesn’t stand a chance.
The wolf relishes the feeling of its teeth and claws sinking into delicate, pale flesh, the feeling of the blood gushing out over the earth, the grass, and even itself. Within seconds it reduces the teenaged girl into a gory, damp pile of bone and bloody skin and hair, and gorges itself on the flesh.
When it’s finished, it looks about, hunger sated, but not thirst. It spots a bowl sitting on the pedestal, full of what appears to be water. Desperately thirsty it throws caution to the wind and drinks deep, emptying the bowl. And suddenly the change begins to reverse.
When it’s over Sidra sinks to the earth, horrified, sobbing. Her memories are awash in flying blood and bone. “No, no, no, no, NOOO!” She shrieks into her knees, sobbing even harder. What has she done?
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
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