'What is it with injured girls passing out in my arms? It's like I'm the protagonist of Smallville or something!' I joke as the world around me ripples not that I can so much as see it but I can feel it then I'm in a place that feels as if it is just an extension of my own body…of my own soul, it nourishes me fills me with a sense of absolute power and invulnerability.
I tilt my head and look down at Wednesday she is bare before me, yes her clothes as mangled and ripped as they are, are still in place, but every facet of her is laid out before my eyes, I see her soul…I can touch it feel it, and I realize just how severe her injuries are…not only the metaphysical wounds she has sustained to her spectral body from before sucked into a rip in space time but the physical injuries she has sustained as well.
I can feel the dead meat, in the dead machine pressed against my back, and every square inch of my domain, further I can sense the healing energy of the healing potions, without even a true thought space warps and we are directly in front of what can save Wednesday's life, Wednesday who is only just barely clinging to mentioned life.
My eyes snap open the environment around us is comfortable but visually it is shifting and molding into places of comfort and safety from my world, it is as beautiful as it is frightening, but the gentle thought command to stop makes my environment settle down and shift into a wooded forest with a large modern looking log cabin, with lots of glass a small lake with a sandy beach, a fire pit and outdoor kitchen/grilling area with a bar that has keg taps.
The ground raises up and forms into a dentist chair like bed, I pull the stick from Wednesday's abdomen, and will the blood not to bleed, from her body, 'I probably could heal her just by willing it done…but I have no idea if it'll actually work or if once we leave this place the wounds will return.' Brushing my thoughts off as I concentrate on Wednesday, taking a vial of the healing potion that surprisingly has a medicine dropper cap, I gently with my left hand force her mouth op and drip the potion into her mouth at one drop the wounds dotting her body grow smaller, at two they heal over, at three they disappear at four her color which is milk white to begin with fills with a healthy luster/shine at five she looks as though she was never injured to begin with that is if it wasn't for the blood and torn clothing.
Looking at the first vial and the medicine dropper, I only used half of the dropper's volume and the reservoir of potion in the vial itself looks nearly untouched.
Putting the dropper back, I will the vials to go away somewhere safe and hidden not that it is necessary but…old habits die hard, and as some would say it's better to be safe than sorry and miserable after life fucks you over a barrel.
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'I feel very comfy and confused right now…' Enid thinks as she curls in on herself on the lumpy cushioned couch, while grabbing a large mostly cooked porter house steak in both hands and brings it up to her mouth to begin nibbling on it, her ears burning from how much she likes feeling his lips on the top of her head…it made her feel safe.
"I haven't felt safe since the first year as Wednesday's roommate, forever bestie and pack that is closer than my family." Enid hums softly as memories of her time so far with Wednesday plays out in her head, tears start running down her face.
'Please be safe Wednesday, I'd die without you.' That thought crosses Enid's mind and her desire to go out and save her friend intensifies before those golden yellow eyes with slit pupils flash in her head his strong but gentle voice, his comforting scent and actions, make Enid's instincts to go search for her friend settle down even if slightly.
"He's really cute…I bet Wednesday will want to dissect him…because of his pretty eyes." A soft giggle leaves Enid thinking about how her best friend always expresses her interest in boys through rather macabre comments, like I bet his heart is in perfect condition, or his cheekbones look very sharp like my favorite scalpel.
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Wednesday, tied to the bed in the camper.
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'Humph, even Pugsley knows how to make better restraints than these!' Wednesday thinks rather tartly as she'd been preparing for a situation like this for years, shattering the small bone in her thumb Wednesday is able to slip her right hand free if it's cloth binding, and then untie the slip knot with a double braided knot that allowed the slip knot from loosening, she sits up and unties her ankles, and confirms that her underwear are missing but other than that there seems to be nothing else done to her.
Stealthily climbing down from the bed grabbing a hunting knife off of the small kitchenette counter, Wednesday moves to the front of the vehicle, the window separating the cabin of the truck from the camper is left open through the mirror she can see her abductor taking deep scenting breaths of her panties a feeling of disgust rolling through her shoulders at the sight.
In a flash she moves grabs the seatbelt and pulls tightly restricting her abductors air flow then takes the hunting knife to cut deeply into his throat, the veers off of a muddy dirt road, impacts a tree, Wednesday's vision goes black, a few minutes later the pain of having something impaled through her lower abdomen wakes her up, she can hear someone approaching even over the loud horn blaring of the truck, she breaks the tree branch leaving the wood lodged in her abdomen so that she won't bleed out within minutes, and begins looking around for a weapon, she finds the knife she used to slit the throat of her abductor, picks it up and begins stalking her stalker.
'He's younger than my abductor…he has such strange pretty eyes, I should cut them out of his head and preserve them…' Wednesday thinks but a dizzy spell from bloodless and pain hits her making her take an unmeasured step which leads to a twig snapping the adolescent close in age to her and Wednesday spins to face her lowered in a crouch, her Rapier at the ready in a reverse grip.
But there is a strong sense of recognition in the handsome boy's eyes, and a part of her is trying to tell another part of herself that he's safe, that he'll protect you…and of course that voice takes the form of her mother's voice.
So she of course desperately ignores it, as she will not be like her mother and fawn over a man, just because he can impregnate her with children like her mother does her father, she is not her mother, she will never be her mother!
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