Post by Meredith on Mar 2, 2016 4:37:56 GMT -5
It had already been an eventful day. Meredith, the long-time leader and so-called "queen" of the prefects, had resigned from her position. Her fellow commanders had mostly been earnestly saddened, or at least polite, in receiving the news, but she knew what some were thinking. Good riddance.
As the former queen made her way to the West Tower, hoping to spend the remainder of the day paying respects to her fallen sister, the important questions were on her mind. Questions like...
Did I eat breakfast today?
Doctors had been scolding Meredith on her health for years. Saving a loved one from literal death had left the girl frail, anemic, and with no immune system. Having given up her position, she could finally laugh at the fact that she'd been able to maintain a facade of invincibility for so long when she could barely fight the common cold.
I'm gonna say no on the breakfast thing.
The room was spinning like a carousel on steroids. The distance between where she was and the door she wanted to reach seemed to increase, then decrease, then increase again. Or was it that other door that she wanted? She wasn't sure, since there appeared to be three identical ones, in a row, converging and diverging, trading places with one another, like the classic choose-the-right-cup game at a carnival but with doors. Somehow, it felt like her weight was slowly rising like a hot air balloon... she wanted to walk forward, but it felt like a bad dream where she just couldn't lift one foot to place it in front of the other. A bead of sweat rolled off her head of neatly combed and braided hair, down her temple, all the way to her chin. Suddenly, the air was cold, even though she was still wearing her uniform with jacket, stockings, and all. The hall she occupied was silent, yet an incessant roaring seemed to pervade in her ears, echoing, and every footstep she managed sent a painful pulse that traveled from her foot up to her brain, adding a beat to the steady roar.
You're having a panic attack, Meredith informed herself unhelpfully as her breath rate increased, and her heart seemed to spasm in her chest like a transforming Hulk. Mer clutched her chest, sensing a sudden pain, and stumbled toward the wall so that she could lean against it. The support helped her stand, but in an instant, her hyperventilating turned into choking, desperately gasping for air that seemed to elude her.
"Fuck, are you okay?" A stranger was in front of her, holding her arms to steady the woman.
Meredith did not appreciate being restrained. She screamed and gripped tightly onto the kid's forearms, ready to unleash a power and wrath that no one had seen since Pitch Black.
When Meredith awakened, all seemed calm.
The only evidence of something amiss was the dead body next to her, the corpse misshapen like its skeleton had been taken over by a super-cancer and burgeoned at an ungodly rate, becoming gigantic and unshapely and crushing every organ in its path. Meredith's signature killing method for sociopath government agents who deserved the fate. But this was no agent. It was just a student. A battlefront member.
"No. No, no, no, no, no," Meredith sobbed, crawling over to the body, desperately hoping to wake up from a terrible dream. No such luck.
What have I done?
As the former queen made her way to the West Tower, hoping to spend the remainder of the day paying respects to her fallen sister, the important questions were on her mind. Questions like...
Did I eat breakfast today?
Doctors had been scolding Meredith on her health for years. Saving a loved one from literal death had left the girl frail, anemic, and with no immune system. Having given up her position, she could finally laugh at the fact that she'd been able to maintain a facade of invincibility for so long when she could barely fight the common cold.
I'm gonna say no on the breakfast thing.
The room was spinning like a carousel on steroids. The distance between where she was and the door she wanted to reach seemed to increase, then decrease, then increase again. Or was it that other door that she wanted? She wasn't sure, since there appeared to be three identical ones, in a row, converging and diverging, trading places with one another, like the classic choose-the-right-cup game at a carnival but with doors. Somehow, it felt like her weight was slowly rising like a hot air balloon... she wanted to walk forward, but it felt like a bad dream where she just couldn't lift one foot to place it in front of the other. A bead of sweat rolled off her head of neatly combed and braided hair, down her temple, all the way to her chin. Suddenly, the air was cold, even though she was still wearing her uniform with jacket, stockings, and all. The hall she occupied was silent, yet an incessant roaring seemed to pervade in her ears, echoing, and every footstep she managed sent a painful pulse that traveled from her foot up to her brain, adding a beat to the steady roar.
You're having a panic attack, Meredith informed herself unhelpfully as her breath rate increased, and her heart seemed to spasm in her chest like a transforming Hulk. Mer clutched her chest, sensing a sudden pain, and stumbled toward the wall so that she could lean against it. The support helped her stand, but in an instant, her hyperventilating turned into choking, desperately gasping for air that seemed to elude her.
"Fuck, are you okay?" A stranger was in front of her, holding her arms to steady the woman.
Meredith did not appreciate being restrained. She screamed and gripped tightly onto the kid's forearms, ready to unleash a power and wrath that no one had seen since Pitch Black.
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When Meredith awakened, all seemed calm.
The only evidence of something amiss was the dead body next to her, the corpse misshapen like its skeleton had been taken over by a super-cancer and burgeoned at an ungodly rate, becoming gigantic and unshapely and crushing every organ in its path. Meredith's signature killing method for sociopath government agents who deserved the fate. But this was no agent. It was just a student. A battlefront member.
"No. No, no, no, no, no," Meredith sobbed, crawling over to the body, desperately hoping to wake up from a terrible dream. No such luck.
What have I done?
