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shatterverse2008-04-17 02:00 pm
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[ooc: SO! The alien DNA that's been sitting dormant in Lenore's system has woken up, and she is now an official human-alien hybrid. What this means for you: nothing, really. XD Just don't piss her off, because she can and will hurt you, and DO NOT MAKE HER BLEED. Her blood is caustic, and it is green, and if you are human, it will kill you. k? k. :D]
It started with a familiar pain in her head, a dizzying sensation that sent her sprawling on her bedroom floor one night in late January, and the pain in her neck made her writhe and cry silently in the darkness, and no one heard her and no one came.
No one ever comes.
And then she felt it. The pull, the force that tugged at her gut and made her sick -- the pull that lured her out of the safety of the farmhouse, across the fields, into the meadows and beyond, into the darkness of the night, and she swore she could hear the stars telling her to keep going, keep going, it'll be okay --
"You're not really here," she heard herself say to the sky, "she said -- they said -- you can't be here --"
... and no one heard her screaming, and no one came because no one ever does, and they never will becase it's too late.
That was four months ago.
Four months ago, and now she's found her way back, but she's not the same.
The figure standing outside the Cooper farm is, indeed, Lenore Ackart, but now... now she's different.
She's not afraid, anymore. She's accepted her fate, the fate that she heard so much of when she was a child, and she's embraced it (because she had no choice) and she's the same person she was before but now, she's not afraid.
She's not afraid because nothing can hurt her.
No one can kill her. They don't know how.
No one can stop her.
She has no mission, no purpose, but she's waiting -- standing there outside near the lake, dirty and speckled with blood that isn't hers (she had to eat something) -- and should the day come, she'll be ready to fight back, and they'll pay with their lives.
It started with a familiar pain in her head, a dizzying sensation that sent her sprawling on her bedroom floor one night in late January, and the pain in her neck made her writhe and cry silently in the darkness, and no one heard her and no one came.
No one ever comes.
And then she felt it. The pull, the force that tugged at her gut and made her sick -- the pull that lured her out of the safety of the farmhouse, across the fields, into the meadows and beyond, into the darkness of the night, and she swore she could hear the stars telling her to keep going, keep going, it'll be okay --
"You're not really here," she heard herself say to the sky, "she said -- they said -- you can't be here --"
... and no one heard her screaming, and no one came because no one ever does, and they never will becase it's too late.
That was four months ago.
Four months ago, and now she's found her way back, but she's not the same.
The figure standing outside the Cooper farm is, indeed, Lenore Ackart, but now... now she's different.
She's not afraid, anymore. She's accepted her fate, the fate that she heard so much of when she was a child, and she's embraced it (because she had no choice) and she's the same person she was before but now, she's not afraid.
She's not afraid because nothing can hurt her.
No one can kill her. They don't know how.
No one can stop her.
She has no mission, no purpose, but she's waiting -- standing there outside near the lake, dirty and speckled with blood that isn't hers (she had to eat something) -- and should the day come, she'll be ready to fight back, and they'll pay with their lives.
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"No, and... sort of, I guess. The hybrids like me, back in my world, they were all very dangerous and --"
She trails off, frowns.
"I don't like talking about it because I didn't ask to become what I am, now."
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Beat.
"Do you have fleas or something?"
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