Stuck in the Elevator Again | ONC 2022

Loop 3.3

Last edited: 25/4/2022
[Roselyn]
(TRIGGER WARNING)

In the blink of an eye, my body enters a hazy state. Tingles crawl along my skin playfully and reach my neck. They hover around my collarbone and my carotid artery for a while before plunging deep into my flesh, digging into my blood and my bones.

The tingles arrive at the surface of my bones and switch to gut-wrenching prods, stabbing my bones fiercely.

Cold sweat swims down my forehead and I thrash around, moaning, as discomfort fills every cell within me. The prods travel up from my bones towards my head, each jab resulting in a whimper escaping my mouth. I dig my nails into my scalp, scratching onto the skin as I endeavor to soothe the discomfort, but to no avail.

The prickles circle my skull and the ache escalates. They prance along my cranium without a specific rhythm, mutilating my mind and quaffing my attention. I know exactly what they are aiming for, so I start banging my head onto the stone floor in an attempt to stop the invasion.

The thorns and needles never stop; they barge through the thick tissues and force their way into the most confidential place of me: my brain.

I bite my upper lip as I tremor, fighting for control over a body that is destined to fail me. I quiver against my will, and amiss palpitations cause my body to jolt once in a few seconds as I listen to the rapid pumping of blood along my veins.

What is happening to me?

I want to scream my lungs out to attract attention, but an invisible blockade in my throat causes me to only be able to choke on my saliva. Upon my failure, I direct all my attention on confronting the unknown enemy, repeating words of denial internally.

I can imagine how the lights' are laughing at me mockingly while enjoying watching me suffer. My seething anger boils inside me and blows up like a volcano, melting everything and destroying all the peace I once owned.

"Fuck you! GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!" I scream, kicking the wall with my heels in exasperation and fury.

The pain falters and subsides for a few seconds, but then the digs resume. My struggles weaken every second as the intruders spud in the breach of my safehold and start their rampage, holding the little children hostage and threatening the guardians to let them into the headquarters of their host. The guardians fight back with everything they have, but soon they are all injured, and most lie dead with open, fearful eyes. The surviving but heavily injured guardians and the crying children watch in remorse as the intruders barge in the gates of the headquarters and take over the wheel of their beloved host. The children are then released, and they embrace the guardians with fortunate rejoice. However, it only takes a few seconds before they all vanish into the foul air, fulfilling their mission to aid and protect their host at all costs.

My consciousness is forced to slip to the back of my mind as the intruders successfully took over my brain and killed everything I have left in me. I attempt to make some last-minute protest, but my sore throat is unable to create any more refusals. And at that moment, I knew I lost the fight. I lost complete control over my body.

The intruders chain me up and drag me into the headquarters, dumping me into a cage and locking me up with extra bold locks. They then place the cage on top of the maneuver block and connect it with the cables.

Tears brim and burn my eyes as I can only watch the disastrous events happen helplessly, unable to stop the horror from happening.

Intolerable pain sears through me as the intruders pass to me the consequences of their acts, forcing me to bear them.

My body starts acting on its account. My eyesight blurs slightly as if someone gave me the wrong pair of glasses to wear, but my hearing and sense of smell sharpen significantly. My knuckles crack and twist in an unnatural direction, and claws elongate from my nails. Spurs sprout out from the bones of my elbows, and a bony tail erupts from my spine. My drained limbs tense and shrivel up as they become stark and pencil-thin, the fat and muscles eaten up by the intruders as nutrition, until only the skin, tendons, and bones are what's left behind. The hairs on my limbs and those on my scalp shred off from the roots as if someone unplugged the cables. My chest-length hair falls limp onto the cold, grubby ground as they soak in my tears and blood.

Glad they aren't able to take away my freedom to cry.

As I bawl and wail silently over the destruction of my body, the intruders pay no attention to my screams. They continue tapping and clicking on the keyboards in the headquarters as they rewrite the codes of my body and insert cruel commands into it, rewiring my mind in the process.

Pain seizes through me and suddenly, pure joy overflows me as a new mindset clicks in. I obey my newest instincts without hesitation, standing up from the pile of hair and blood and limping down the stairs. My forehead smacks the tiny glass window and my claws scratch the door, leaving crimson marks on the white wood.

After a few failed attempts, I lose interest in the door and saunter to the wall beside it, placing my forehead onto it and chewing my inner cheeks boringly as my distorted vision gape at the besmirched wall.

Suddenly, a click from the door causes my head to snap in that direction. My nose sniffs the air and takes in the appealing and mouth-watering smell, my body reacting immediately to it. An unfamiliar sense of hunger fills my stomach, and it growls loudly in protest. My already-parched throat grows even dryer, the thirst leading to a snarl reverberating against my chest. My skinny limbs make a move towards the sound as they bring me forward. My claws are extended, more than ready to catch their prey.

A scream escapes the prey's throat, and it stupidly flees up the stairs, flinging its arms and fraying the sides of its cotton shoes as it trips over a rusty railing. It steadies herself before its knees can scrape the steps, and hauls itself up as it scurries further up the stairs.

My canines emanate and poke my lips. My tongue runs over the sharpened teeth as I speed up the stairs. I slip as my heels step onto nothing, my body sprawling as I hit the ground ungracefully. An irritated growl tears my throat, and I start crawling up, ignoring the sting on my legs every time they hit the sharp edge of the stairs.

The prey's whimpers, frantic thrusts, and hard shoves against metal are as clear as day to my keen ears, its panicked noise motivating me to head towards my meal faster. Emitting a hoarse but high-pitched chuckle, I hasten my pace, my body slightly tipping to the left as my heel breaks.

From the corner of my eyes, I see the prey. Short, blonde, pale. Hectically pushing onto the silver latch and facing me with its back. That's not what I'm interested in, though. All I can focus on is the blood veins under her exposed skin pumping promptly, the liquid flowing freely underneath.

I inhale a deep breath, respiring the sweet, delectable scent. My legs spring towards it, my arms aiming for its chest while my teeth target its neck.

A shrill pierces the air as my prey turns around, only to watch with petrified eyes as my legs and elbows pin it down. My teeth find its tilted neck and lunge for it, the succulent, scrumptious flesh exploding ripen blood into my mouth. I gulp down the crimson liquid, my greedy tongue lapping onto any that leaked out.

As its movements sedate, I take it as an opportunity to rip my claws through its ribs and wrap my palm around the warm, throbbing heart. I tear it out in a heartbeat, watching the organ pulsate in front of my eyes. Fascination and pride course through me as I study my first catch, the victory causing my bloody lips to pull back into a teeth-showing smile.

Thoroughly ignoring the quiet and bleeding prey beneath me, I stuff the fresh heart into my mouth as another wave of hunger crashes into me, devouring it with the utmost pleasure.