Magyk

iv

TW: This chapter has blood, a mental breakdown, nd descriptions of injuries, and I surprised myself by being explicit about it. If you don't want to read, skip the second section thing.

non compos mentis

not sane or in one's right mind

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"You will do good for us."

Faerie gasped as she sat up and her eyes were wide with fear as she shook, her damp clothes sticking to her skin. Heavy puffs of air left her lips as she sat on the soft cushioned bed. She flipped the covers off of her body and shivered as the cold air hit her skin. She stood from the bed and walked out of the room quietly.

It had been a few days since she came to the Overworld, and Tony had graciously offered her a room at the facility, which she thankfully accepted, as she needed a place to stay anyway. Her room was closest to the kitchen, but farthest from the other rooms, so it wasn't likely that she would wake anyone.

The only sounds that could be heard throughout the hall were the light padding of her footsteps and the heavy pants of breath that slowly calmed to gentle puffs. Her feet made their way to the kitchen and she shakily reached for a glass and the water jug.

She poured the water into the cup, careful as to not spill anything, and gently set down the jug on the counter. Raising the cup to her lips, she turned, only to drop the glass with a crash onto the marble floor.

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Her head pounded furiously and her hand slammed against the counter as she collapsed slowly to her knees. Her breaths were ragged, heavy and forced as though she was suffocating and her knees hit the floor hard despite her slow descent, and she hoped it wouldn't be hard enough to wake anyone if the glass hadn't already.

She held her head in her hands, murmuring incomprehensible words under her breath in her mother tongue. Her lips shook and tears rolled down her face, collecting on her chin and rolling down her neck, making the collar of her (Sam's) shirt stick to her neck. She tugged at it harshly, fingers nearly clawing at her throat.

Her fingers raked their way through her hair, tugging on the ends, nearly pulling out chunks of it as she panted, and the room temperature started to drop. Her hands made their way down to her arms, and her nails dug in deep into the skin, causing beads of blood to collect on the surface of her skin. Her nails were dark and coated in blood, and as though she were pleased, she hummed and dug her nails even deeper. The sting wasn't affecting her, clearly, as she continued to rock on her knees, blood slowly dripping onto the floor.

Soon, her head stopped pounding and she collected her breath carefully. When she opened her eyes, the darkness of the scene startled her, making her fall back against the cupboards. The floor was covered in blood, her arms and her knees were covered in a sheen layer of it as well. She raised her hands to her face to wipe away the tears but stopped when she saw the thick coat of blood dripping from her fingertips.

She let out a sharp breath and stood shakily, careful not to touch anything else with her messy hands, turning to the sink. She frowned slightly and put her hands under the faucet and the water turned on on its own, and it cascaded down her hands and she watched blankly as the blood ran down the drain.

The bleeding on her arms had already stopped, so she gingerly rubbed the water up and down her arms, wiping away the dark liquid. She took a paper towel from the cupboards, and wet it slightly, cleaning off her legs and the floor.