[right [pic http://s.wsj.net/public/resources/images/OB-NY832_tippih_E_20110518183624.jpg]] She knew what blood tasted like. She knew- distantly- sort of what she was used for. From a child's mind it was full of holes and misunderstandings and being grabbed by monstrous males before the roar of something else, something bigger, closer would sound and she could go and hide while she heard bodies break under the whine of engine-run metal. These recollections would immediately make her sick, and her brain would shut down immediately. It was what led her to slam on the brakes of her father's truck and stall the engine in the middle of an intersection and get t-boned by another vehicle.
Now, the shutdown felt worse. It took her a few moments to come back, and the young woman started hard. Pain immediately shot out webs through her whole body, mostly on her left side. She couldn't see very well out of that eye, blinking away this hot stickiness and tried not to move her head again. Eyes slid down, peeking at the almost technicolor flash-flash-flash against the glass that coated her lap. The headlights of the car that hit her didn't make it over the brim of the window, but the flashing red stoplight illuminated all of the wet all over her.
Pris asked herself to remember what happened, but she couldn't think very well. Things were coming at her all too quickly, and too slow; smell, pain, light. It felt like her hands were falling asleep. Her eyes turned over towards the car that had hit her and saw the broken- so broken- body of the driver that had flown through the windshield of the other car and lay motionless across the hood. Crumpled. The whine of a drill was pushing at the base of her skull, the noise almost as piercing as she remembered, and Pris coughed weakly.
But of all the things aching, she wasn't prepared for her stomach to growl at the sight. That was something she, weeks later, would still remember in clarity as she looked at the body on the other car. [i Hunger.]
She still walked with a limp, but she was regaining faculty of her limbs. Her left hand was notably slowed, and she would have the scars from the rigging keeping her broken bones together, but it was hardly her biggest concern after the court hearings, and remembering how she [i felt] looking at the body. It was eventually what brought her to the East Coast. Maine. Small. Wasn't [i The Birds] supposed to be shot here or something? Or was that west coast?
It took her even longer to find a captain willing to bring her all over the damned ocean. As long as she paid, he would do it. Worked for her.
One vacation in Jersey and her family's life was over, spending the next few years searching for her. Disappeared at the ocean's edge. And now Priscilla was here, chewing on her lip. Her life was over, too. Trauma wasn't attractive and it felt like the longer the span of time since it happened was, the less her family and friends were willing to let her be broken about it. Her therapist was doing her best to try and help, but this was like psychopathic megalomania backstory stuff. Like her and her brother's comicbooks. Most people didn't believe it was real. It was a doomed, fool's errand to seek it again.
And so, with this distracting revelation keeping her staring at the mirror in the ship's little closet of a bathroom, she heard the man crowing out about finding it. He found it!
She rushed out, faced now with the lighthouse standing before her. Eyes wide, Pris looked up at it as they got closer. Her hand trembled, tapping, smacking the man's arm. "[#449047 Do you know where we are? Do you [i have] the coordinates??]"
That was all that mattered.
Now they would go back, and Pris would supply herself. Now was the time to go delve into what she remembered. To make sure it was real. To find proof.
And soon she had it. Going alone was a terrible idea, but the captain knew where she was. Just a few. Maybe if she was gone for long enough people would come looking. Cap knew where she was. Yeah. This was fine. It was a plan. She could still try and rewire the sub-thing to take her back. They were like twenty or more years older than cars these days, hotwiring was easy enough. She saw it in movies. Or she could get electrocuted and didn't have to worry about any of this crap anymore. There was also that.
So, watching the ocean pass her by while she took the baby sub down, Priscilla saw no beauty in it. Just fear. The uncertainty in her stomach that was stifling her ability to [i enjoy] any of this was roiling inside of herself. This was a lot. The sense of isolation here was stifling. Sure, she had been suffering through it her whole life with what her time kidnapped down here did to her. No one could possibly understand what had happened. And normalcy was wonderful until it got shattered in a moment.
But this. Looking at this lonely, sealed container of a city down under the ocean... She wasn't sure if she should be here. This was [i literally] the worst idea she had ever had ever and for some reason it was only occurring to her as her little vehicle was approaching the city. Oh god.
It bobbed quietly after it surfaced, the voice of Andrew Ryan still ringing in her ears. It was so dark and silent beyond the dingy window. She wished he was here, the dude telling her this city was so great. That [i someone] was here. This was so [i stupid]. But she couldn't sit here forever. At least she shouldn't. And so with shaking hands and a backpack full of gear, Priscilla unlatched the door and pushed it open, wincing at the noise it made.
Pris froze, listening for a moment. Her mind's eye was full of things attacking her. This time she was an adult. That meant that she was the one defending herself. Suddenly she felt very exposed. Good thing she had her gun, but bullets in a sealed container. Stupid, [i stupid]. God. What was wrong with you? [i What isn't?]
She stepped out, listening to the slap of water against the platform, feet squishing on the wet flooring. Pris swallowed, looking up at a half-lit sign of departures, all cancelled. Beneath her looked like picketing signage. She tried to step carefully around it. Everything felt so [i loud].
Sera had just woken up from a nap. She had the same dream again. The one about a place called Rapture. She got up and got dressed for her shift at the hospital. Walking out of her small one-bedroom apartment she stopped at her mail box and grabbed her mail. Nothing new but bills. She sighed as she walked out and headed to the bus stop.
The bus was empty like always when she left for work. I was dark out and close to midnight. She let out a sigh as she placed her head agents the window, it was cold, but it felt good on her hot head. She had not been feeling one hundred percent recently. She let out another sigh as she pulled the cord to request the bus to stop.
Walking up to the hospital it was dark, cold and empty. Just her and a few other nurses walked up to the building. They had gotten rides from there husbands. She was one of the youngest nurses. Then again most her age where dating if not married. She never had much interest in the men that liked her. She preferred to be alone.
She swiped her time card and put her coat in her locker. She had a new patient she was responsible for tonight. The doctors where running lots of test but still not sure what his illness was. She looked over his chart. He was in his fifties, white male, and possibly dying. She rubbed the back of her head and headed to the mans room. She smiled as she walked in. He was sleeping. She nodded and walked over to the chalk board and erased the previas nurses name before writing her own.
She walked over to the sleeping man and checked his fluid bag before checking his I.V. Suddenly a hand reached up and grabbed her. [+blue “You. You where there!”] Sera pulled her arm failing to get lose. [+red “Please sir. Let go of me.”] The man did not let go. He pulled her closer. [+blue “Only you can save me! You mush go to… Rapture.”] She finally pulled away landing on her bottom. She sat there for a moment as the man breathed heavy. A doctor came in and helped her up. Sera sighed and looked at the man who was now sleeping.
The rest of the night went pretty normal. As soon as she got off work she went to the library and began to look up what the dying man had said. Rapture. She sat in the library for hours looking through public records. Finally, she came across an old flyer for Rapture city by Andrew Ryan. That name sounded familiar. She wrote down the longitude and latitude and headed out to go home.
She sat on her bed. She looked down at the paper in her hand. [+red “This is crazy, I can’t just pack up and go somewhere that may not even be real.”] She rubbed the back of her head then stood. Up and started to pack a bag. She didn’t know why but something was calling to her. Maybe this was the place of her dreams. She threw a dress in her suit case, her head started to hurt back, and she started to get flashes, and she could hear her name, like someone was calling to her. She saw flashes of a under water city, and a huge sign that said Welcome to Rapture.
Sera held her head in her hands. She shook the pain away and grabbed her suit case. [+red “I have to go.”] She nodded and headed out of her door locking up behind her. She hailed down a taxi and headed to the docks. It was early afternoon by the time she made it to the docks. She stepped out of the car and looked around. A pair of twins waved her down from inside a row boat. [+blue “To Rapture, my dear.”] The male twin smiled. Sera paused and looked at them. [+red “How did you know?”] The twins just kept smiling. Sera took a deep breath and headed towards the boat and stepped in.
They rowed up to a large light house. Sera grabbed her head once again, her head felt like it was splitting. When it finally stopped she looked up at the smiling twins and nodded. [+red “Thank you.”] She stepped out and headed to the large double doors. The lights flickered and turned on. There was a large stair case going down that led to a large pod. She grabbed her bag close as she stepped into it. The lights flickered as the door closed. The pod dropped down into the water and went deeper.
It was beautiful all the fish swimming around, even sharks. Sera placed her face close to the small port hole on the door. She could see the city, it was so beautiful. Only parts of the city was light up but even with that it was so pretty. The pod started to surface in a hole leading to the city. The door opened revealing a broken city. Trash all over the place, and the sent of, blood. She held her back and stepped out. She could hear screams in the distance.