Post by wblstudios on Mar 23, 2006 16:18:55 GMT -5
I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I'm still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do
---
Mac's Diner
1:52 AM
As Ellis slid down into the vacant booth, in the vacant diner, in the vacant part of town that made 2 AM seem easy on the eyes, she and only she could feel this personal victory. Sure the knife was in her hands... but it was so useless and dull as to be unable to cut butter (And had the butter stains to prove it). But more importantly, she hadn't cut herself. Hadn't bled herself. The feeling had just... passed.
It never just... passed before.
Wiping a strand of shimmering grey hair out of her face, her finger brushing idly by the scars on her forehead, she didn't bother to wonder what this meant. When you got a reprieve, especially as few times as Ellis got them these days, you didn't question why. You just shut up, order coffee, and try to get your head straight.
At two in the morning in a run-down shack like this, Ellis didn't expect the world's best coffee. But she certainly didn't expect the most watered down cup of swill that 2 bucks could get you in an American economy. But Ellis nursed it... it was something to do, listen to the jukebox and pretend like her soul wasn't screaming for...
She didn't know what it wanted. What that most carnal part inside her needed, the part that couldn't reason, the part that couldn't sleep fully, even when her body did. The 'beast' inside of her.
Whomever loaded up the jukebox before she came in apparently had nothing but quarters to donate, as for the third time, "Wire wheels of a red Chevelle with four on the floor and the top down" blared out into the empty diner... empty now, at least, as Ellis had finally decided to take her leave.
---
Parking Lot
2:02 A.M.
A desolate, dimly lit parking lot, a young woman with an expensive jacket walking out to her car alone, Ellis should have known what would have happened. Maybe in a way, she wanted it to. She felt the tip of the knife in the small of her back, and felt the hot breath against her neck.
Thug: Give me the jacket, bitch. Give me the fucking jacket, and your fucking money.
With the severity he was keeping the knife-edge against her back, possibly tearing into it, Ellis had the sinking feeling that this thug wanted more than just the paltry 45 bucks she kept in her wallet as he led her behind the diner, out of the way of whatever eyes could have been watching.
Thug: Lay down, bitch. Face first. Don't you dare turn around, don't you dare look at me!
Don't look at me. He intended to keep her alive. Just a knife against her back, he didn't have a gun. Lay down, he intended to...
All it took was a half-second distraction, proudly provided by a rat scurrying away from a trashcan full of food even he wouldn't eat, and Ellis took flight, scurrying atop a stack of shoddily placed crates... a good 12 feet in the air, still unable to get a good look at her assailant, that 12 feet was all she needed... the thug was momentarily stunned as he watched Ellis somersault towards him, a flawless leap off of the now-tumbling stack of crates... a somersault that ended with her extending her legs, and driving them right into the skull of this would-be rapist.
Rolling upon impact with the ground, Ellis made it to her feet. Her eyes cold and dead, staring at her attacker. The words coming from her mouth didn't even seem to be her own.
Ellis: The Angel World Consciousness. Gods descending for their own purposes, to entertain the devils standing back, and draw them into the world. What side are you on?
And with that, Ellis made her presence scarce, as the blood clogged the broken nose of her victim, forcing him to gasp for every breath...
Ellis, for once, slept restfully that night. No dreams to haunt her.
The 'beast' was slain.
Tonight, at least.
---
Every day is exactly the same.
---
~Ellis
---
Lyrics to "Every Day is Exactly the Same" used courtesy of Nine Inch Nails. Lyrics to "Chrome" used courtesy of Trace Adkins.
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I'm still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do
---
Mac's Diner
1:52 AM
As Ellis slid down into the vacant booth, in the vacant diner, in the vacant part of town that made 2 AM seem easy on the eyes, she and only she could feel this personal victory. Sure the knife was in her hands... but it was so useless and dull as to be unable to cut butter (And had the butter stains to prove it). But more importantly, she hadn't cut herself. Hadn't bled herself. The feeling had just... passed.
It never just... passed before.
Wiping a strand of shimmering grey hair out of her face, her finger brushing idly by the scars on her forehead, she didn't bother to wonder what this meant. When you got a reprieve, especially as few times as Ellis got them these days, you didn't question why. You just shut up, order coffee, and try to get your head straight.
At two in the morning in a run-down shack like this, Ellis didn't expect the world's best coffee. But she certainly didn't expect the most watered down cup of swill that 2 bucks could get you in an American economy. But Ellis nursed it... it was something to do, listen to the jukebox and pretend like her soul wasn't screaming for...
She didn't know what it wanted. What that most carnal part inside her needed, the part that couldn't reason, the part that couldn't sleep fully, even when her body did. The 'beast' inside of her.
Whomever loaded up the jukebox before she came in apparently had nothing but quarters to donate, as for the third time, "Wire wheels of a red Chevelle with four on the floor and the top down" blared out into the empty diner... empty now, at least, as Ellis had finally decided to take her leave.
---
Parking Lot
2:02 A.M.
A desolate, dimly lit parking lot, a young woman with an expensive jacket walking out to her car alone, Ellis should have known what would have happened. Maybe in a way, she wanted it to. She felt the tip of the knife in the small of her back, and felt the hot breath against her neck.
Thug: Give me the jacket, bitch. Give me the fucking jacket, and your fucking money.
With the severity he was keeping the knife-edge against her back, possibly tearing into it, Ellis had the sinking feeling that this thug wanted more than just the paltry 45 bucks she kept in her wallet as he led her behind the diner, out of the way of whatever eyes could have been watching.
Thug: Lay down, bitch. Face first. Don't you dare turn around, don't you dare look at me!
Don't look at me. He intended to keep her alive. Just a knife against her back, he didn't have a gun. Lay down, he intended to...
All it took was a half-second distraction, proudly provided by a rat scurrying away from a trashcan full of food even he wouldn't eat, and Ellis took flight, scurrying atop a stack of shoddily placed crates... a good 12 feet in the air, still unable to get a good look at her assailant, that 12 feet was all she needed... the thug was momentarily stunned as he watched Ellis somersault towards him, a flawless leap off of the now-tumbling stack of crates... a somersault that ended with her extending her legs, and driving them right into the skull of this would-be rapist.
Rolling upon impact with the ground, Ellis made it to her feet. Her eyes cold and dead, staring at her attacker. The words coming from her mouth didn't even seem to be her own.
Ellis: The Angel World Consciousness. Gods descending for their own purposes, to entertain the devils standing back, and draw them into the world. What side are you on?
And with that, Ellis made her presence scarce, as the blood clogged the broken nose of her victim, forcing him to gasp for every breath...
Ellis, for once, slept restfully that night. No dreams to haunt her.
The 'beast' was slain.
Tonight, at least.
---
Every day is exactly the same.
---
~Ellis
---
Lyrics to "Every Day is Exactly the Same" used courtesy of Nine Inch Nails. Lyrics to "Chrome" used courtesy of Trace Adkins.
