Parrotical insanity

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Venice was terrified. Totally, utterly, flat out terrified. She was shivering, and inside her chest she could hear her heart, pounding like a drum. On one side of her, Kieran had quietly interlaced his fingers with hers, to calm her. On the other, Rex still had his hand resting in Venice's and she was clinging on to that like grim death.

Doctor Breeds was talking again. Venice could hardly hear a word he was saying. Something about babies. Headless babies. Babies groping at his flesh. Tiny hands clawing down his back.

"Please, can we stop," he pleaded.

Temperence, sharp with determination, was unyielding.

"No," she snapped, and kept a firm hold on the people either side of her in this séance. "We're getting somewhere. We can't stop now."

Venice squeezed Rex's hand tighter. He was getting agitated himself. He was muttering something over and over again, uncurling and then curling his fingers around Venice's hands.

Venice wasn't even paying any attention to him. Not Rex, not Temperence, not Kieran, not Dourif. These people didn't matter now. Not at this moment. All she was aware of was her own rising panic; the way her breath caught in her throat; the way it was harder and harder to swallow.

Venice Fortescue was, at this moment, totally lost in her own terror. She was, she was quite sure, going to die soon. And it wasn't going to be quick, or painless. She was going to bleed. She was going to struggle. She would feel her arms break, and her ribs shatter, whilst unable to pass out. Death would be relatively painless after that, a final mercy.

God, she could scarcely even breath now, and nothing had even happened yet. But she was still scared.

Around her the air was thick with anticipation. There was something happening, something eerie and otherworldly. Venice really didn't care.

All she was aware of was the cat, sharp toothed and wild eyed, who was sitting just across the table from her.

Comments

[sl4irl.livejournal.com]

It's not the cats you have to watch out for, it's the red pandas. ;)

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Red pandas only poison you. Cats are vicious. They have nasty sharp teeth, and horrid pointy claws, and they can smell fear.

All good birds know that this is the case.

[sl4irl.livejournal.com]

Ah well. All three of your characters look like a meal to mine. :)

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

All three???

Forsaken as well?

[sl4irl.livejournal.com]

The cat, the bird, the panda.

[sl4irl.livejournal.com]

I suppose in retrospect that "those" would have been a better selection of words than "your".

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

That would have been a little clearer. ;)

I don't think Rosie is edible. The metal bits and gemstones would stick in the teeth.

The parrot is a fair cop.