Lady Of The Island

The Missing Woman (III)

Writers Note:
This chapter gets graphic at some points. Please continue with caution

Tasha continued to limp down the side of the rails, grunting and groaning. Her long hair and pink dress were absolutely ruined.

She had no recollection of where she was, though she couldn't have been far from Topham Hall.

"...Ouch..." She sobbed."This is my favourite dress...and now it's ruined."

She continued walking, suddenly aware of the feeling of someone watching her.
The sound of grinding metal filled the air.

"...who's there?" She zipped around and saw nothing...or maybe there was something in the shadows...

***

Alice opened her eyes. The forest was foggy and damp. Her hair was absolutely ruined, as were her trousers.
Dragging herself up to her feet using a branch, she got ahold of her surroundings.

"...my back..." She grumbled, balancing on the tree. "Hello? Tasha? Burnett? Anyone"

There wasn't a response as the freezing cold wind nipped at her shoulders. She needed to get out of there. NOW.

As she began to traverse the woods, she heard the faint sound of steam behind her.
...was her time up?

"Get away!" She shouted without turning around.

She then felt something grab her by the shoulder.

***

Tasha shook her head. There was nobody there, she was being paranoid, right? Yeah, that's the answer. There was nothing there.

"Come on, Mummy" Came a voice from the darkness. Tasha shot on her heel. That voice...

"Lou?" She called, tension building. "Uncle Eric should be taking care of you, you shouldn't be here!"

"I'm scared...mummy." The sweet voice called again, coming from the fallen fog.

"Honey, where are you?" Tasha shouted, brushing off her dress.

There was a hint of magenta nearby.

"Lou-Lou?" She yelled again, approaching the hint.

Suddenly, out of the fog, a thread of a web-like substance flew and hit the left side of Tasha's face. She screamed in agony, clawing to get the burning off, to no avail. It just sunk deeper into her skin, wrapping around her eyelids - but not into the actual eye. She screamed and screamed, trying to reduce some of the pain, but it never happened.
She only fell to the floor.

Next, she saw a giant metal pink leg drag across the floor, raise up and stab onto the ground infront of her, along with seven others. It was Lady...sort of.
Her pupils were reversed, her mouth turned into an upturned snarl.
And her jaw shook violents.

"Mummy! Mummy!" Lady called out, keeping sadistic eyecontact, before dropping the sweet voice. "Tasha."
Her real voice was deeper and older, more broken as well. Every single breath taken could be heard.

"...you're..."

"I was never your 'Lou-Lou'. She's not here." It laughed again. "I was pretending. I'm very good at pretending, you know."