MABEL
She wanted to remain unpredictable. Something fierce and ferocious, something unknown and unbound, something feral and wild and untamed, the world leery and uncertain of her. She wanted their eyes to dart suspiciously. She wanted their nerves coiled in apprehension, in trepidation. She wanted some measure of intimidation to spark and sizzle and seethe from her form, and into the earth.
Someday. Eventually.
She wanted to be feared.
Mabel didn’t need an expert. Just a body, a form, to practice upon. A place where she could unleash her hate and feel no regrets, no remorse, when blood and fluid and ichor had spilled; a sanctum in the potential and prowess of pain (not hers) and agony. An arch to her brow indicated her thoughts towards his inquiry – he must’ve known. “So I can get better.” So I can carve them up. “I need to survive LongNight, and then-,” a shrug followed, like it was that easy. They both knew it wasn’t, wouldn’t be. The chances were slim.
But she’d survived before. And died. And survived again.
The youth simply didn’t want that particular ritual to meet its next interval. There were too many things to do.
Thereafter, the traces and edges of her smile curled in the corners of her lips, where the fangs nestled, where the grin didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Will you help me?”
Someday. Eventually.
She wanted to be feared.
Mabel didn’t need an expert. Just a body, a form, to practice upon. A place where she could unleash her hate and feel no regrets, no remorse, when blood and fluid and ichor had spilled; a sanctum in the potential and prowess of pain (not hers) and agony. An arch to her brow indicated her thoughts towards his inquiry – he must’ve known. “So I can get better.” So I can carve them up. “I need to survive LongNight, and then-,” a shrug followed, like it was that easy. They both knew it wasn’t, wouldn’t be. The chances were slim.
But she’d survived before. And died. And survived again.
The youth simply didn’t want that particular ritual to meet its next interval. There were too many things to do.
Thereafter, the traces and edges of her smile curled in the corners of her lips, where the fangs nestled, where the grin didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Will you help me?”
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
