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| Taken Over By the Fear; Jill runs scared...(GCH) | |
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| MaDdicient | Dec 29 2009, 08:52 PM Post #1 |
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Take a bite of my bad girl meat.
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[There was more to this but I forgot to save it; my baaaadddd. ;P ] Jill , feeling as if someone was watching her, looked up to find Jonathan who looked horrible, to say the least. At first she looked concerned... but then, her features turned back into a familiar frown. "Where have you been?" Jonathan was silent for a moment, and simply stood there, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched as if an unbearable weight crushed down on him. At last, he sighed, running his fingers through his hair in that habitual way of his, he mumbled... "Hell, pretty much... no different from anywhere else around here." His voice had an odd, hollow tone, as if someone had dug the emotion from his mind with an ice cream scooper. "I would ask if you are alright but it's obvious that you're not." Jill scoffed, turning her gaze away from him and, instead, focusing on a group of children playing kickball. Suddenly...it felt as if she were that kick ball. "What the-?" Jonathan looked up a little, and the tiniest bit of confusion edged his voice. "...What? Something wrong...?" Though he sounded mildly concerned, it was almost polite, and his eyes remained completely blank. Jill looked back to him, searching his eyes for life. "It's nothing...what the hell as he done to you?" She whispered urgently, completely forgetting her anger for a moment. Then, the sensation hit her again, this time a bit harder than before. She then felt something pop... "Oh god." Jonathan continued to look at her, but something about the blankless in his stare made his gaze look through through her, as if she didn't exist. "Nothing you would want to hear about," was his only reply, but the faintest grimace crossed his face... /'Oh god'/ Jonathan's eyes widened by millimeters, but with the amount of expression that made it to his face, that was enough. "What is it? Where?" he asked in a low voice, eyes shifting around with a blind nervousness, as if he was looking for a demon that wasn't there. "I...my water just broke." Jill replied slowly, secretly wishing that it would've happened at a better time. Honestly; the boy acted as if he were ten seconds to being dead! Not to mention his slight paranoia, which worried her. Hell; everything about the boy's behavior, as of late, worried her! Jonathan blinked. "What are you talki--" It clicked. The breath whooshed out of his lungs like he'd been kicked in the stomach, and his mouth hung open for a moment in a look of panic before a shadow seemed to pass over his face... Jill automatically placed her hands over her stomach as the contractions worsened,muttering obscenities to herself. "We can't...we can't just sit... here all day, you know!" She replied in a high pitched voice, looking annoyed yet scared at the same time. ...and the invisible phantom quickly recovered his mask, as if the slip-up hadn't even happened. Jonathan's mouth snapped shut with an audible click, and without a single word he had grabbed her by the hand, hauled her unceremoniously to her feet, and was leading her back out of the park at a surprising speed for someone who looked so... cracked. "We're getting you to a hospital." he said, in a completely different tone from before. This one was to the point, completely unquestionable, and very unlike Jon. Jill slowly followed behind, finding it increasingly difficult to walk while experience such discomfort. "Jon...what- what is wrong with YOU?" She asked, despite her own troubles. His behavior was really starting to bug her to the point where she feared for her, and her babies' safety. Jon, or who he appeared to be, didn't respond, but held onto her wrist like a vice as he marched her out of the park and to his car, which was in disturbing shape, with dozens of concerning dents and large scrapes. "There is nothing wrong," he said in a tightly controlled, curt voice, as he shoved her into the passenger seat and yanked open his own door. Jill, upon realizing that this might not be Jonathan, immediately bolted out the door with a screech as she tried to run, despite her current: situation. Like hell she was going to be a victim of this game...or whatever it was! 'It's not like I'm going to get very far but I have to at least try, dammit.' Jon, who had only had the illusion of control for the past minute, looked to the heavens as if begging god to strike him down, before throwing his door back open and racing after her, grabbing her by the wrist to bring her to an abrupt stop... "Wh--what are you, crazy?" he asked, his voice extremely strained, though he didn't seem to notice as his eyes searched hers. "Me? Crazy?...YOU'RE CRAZY!" Jill replied in a panicky state, trying to break free of his grip as she bit down on her lip,trying to keep how much. agony she was in to herself. She knew Scarecrow fed on this sort of thing. "Let.Me.Go. I can go get a cab or something..." How could I trust him? His actions, especially on this particular occasion, spoke much louder than his words ever could dream of. I felt waves of hot,unadulterated rage waft off of him like a sea of colorful frustrations, begging to be set free at long last. If I were to say he was 'about to crack', I would've been wrong. It was obvious he already had. And, at this moment, I swear the Devils eyes looked more tame than that of Jonathan's vain, icy orbs. I froze as I felt another wave, this time of my own pain as the contractions nearly caused me to fall to the ground in earth shattering agony. They were slowly becoming more intense and it had become a struggle just to stand let alone fight off my demon(s). "Do I look crazy to you?" Is something along the lines that Jonathan had asked me. No, was my immediate internal response however, as I meticulously searched his features, I had come to realize my first assumption had been wrong. His face might have been completely wiped of detectable emotions but his eyes...GOD, those chilling beams of unseen torment...told me a much different story. Crazy didn't even sum up what I had seen in his unusually intense gaze. It was sheer and utter MADNESS that lurked just beneath his rough, impenetrable exterior. That's when I realized,after weeks of longing for his return from God knows where, something else had taken the real Jonathan Crane's place. Something dead yet alive. Something that just existed. A shell of who he used to be. That had been my deepest fear all along. I'm being taken over by the fear. I got away again; just barely. I'm trying to run towards the children I had seen playing earlier but, to my dismay, they have gone. It's as if they sensed the danger that lurks between the faintly whispering trees. The trees; they tell me to run. Every second my body is reaching its limitations but their encouraging chants press me forward, like an invisible push to the back. Run...run...run....danger...run....run...run... Edited by MaDdicient, Dec 29 2009, 09:13 PM.
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