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Title: Quiet Screams Summary: What was Marita thinking when possessed by the black oil. Cold hands pull at my clothes. Icy fingers trail down my cheek. I open my eyes, but cannot see. I'm cold. The table is cold. Where am I? Whispers echo. I listen carefully, but cannot hear. Scared, I'm so scared. What do you want? I open my mouth, but cannot speak. Icy fingers move across my face. My hands are bound. My legs are tied. I tug and pull, but cannot move. God no. I can feel them. Their crawling through my veins. I can feel them. Burning. I'm burning up. My heart is pounding. My mind is screaming. What did I do? I cannot see. I cannot speak. I cannot move. Oh God, NO!! I don't want this. I don't want to be here. I try to tell them, but they can't hear me. I blink once, then twice. My vision is blurred. I blink again. No. He's here. I take a deep breath. Smoke. I can smell him. I take another breath and then cough. "Ah, Miss Covarubius. I see you're awake. You should be proud. You are contributing to the cause." He draws another lung full of smoke into his lungs. And then he smiles. Oh please, no. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be another casualty to the cause. I look at him and only see the devil with a smile. Fire and smoke of hell swirling around his head. I close my eyes and try to scream. Screams. Horrible screams tear through my mind. But they cannot hear me. I listen. All I hear are my screams. The quiet screams. This was a little something that I took and elaborated on from a challenge. I hope you like it. Feedback would be good. xphilernj@aol.com |