house of cards :: m.g.c.

0.8

"please! oh god, please help me!" a woman came towards the five girls and two boys, her arms stretched out to them.

the older woman was hideous. blisters covered every inch of her arms and legs, her neck was red and swollen, and her face was awful. the left side of her face looked like it was melting off, the bone of her cheek exposed to the stale air in the living room, chunks of skin peeling off and falling on the dirty shag carpet.

the teenagers didn't say anything. they couldn't say anything. what had happened to this woman so that she looked like that?

i've told you as such,
you care too much,
if you walk past,
very, very fast,
and have self-control,
she won't steal your soul.

six teenagers walked by the sobbing woman, guilt ripping at their chests. they reached the door on the other side.

"please help me! it hurts! make it stop! please!" the woman cried, shouting at the adolescents.

"look, it's okay. where does it hurt?" a girl of eighteen with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes walked up to the lady in obvious pain. "what's your name?"

"lady mortem." the woman replied.

"that's nice. does it mean anything?" the girl, lily, stepped gradually closer to lady mortem until she was only two feet from her.

"it's latin," lady mortem hunched over as a sobbed passed her lips. lily stepped closer again. lady mortem latched onto the young girl's arm, blisters from her red hot hands already forming.

"mortem is latin for death, my dear." the blisters had rapidly traveled up lily's arm and had started up her neck and face.

"josh! help me!" lily choked out, reaching for her long-term boyfriend. josh grabbed onto her delicate hand covered in scarred skin, the infection traveling across to him. he screamed at the top of his lungs, a great fire running over his skin.

the pain became too much for the two and they dropped to the ground, writhing in pain. and then they stopped, hands still clutched together. the woman came towards mali and zoe.

"please! help me!" the teenagers left and slammed the door shut behind them. the voice came through the speakers once again.

congratulations on making it this far,
have a seat at the bar,
only one to go,
i do like a good puppet show,
here comes the puppet master,
he'll be your new master.