The Weakest Don't Bow

The Starvation

Published: April 12th, 2019
Word Count: 2238

Stavation for the need to know; longing for knowledge.
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At first, the position the two were in was really uncomfortable, for Stella at least. Stella didn't want to lean on the side since she would get burned, just like Mary had been the first time she argued with Chant. The bus shook when the wheels got moving, spilling in their circles and slowly accelerating. Mary's cries sorted to just staggered breathing, but became heavy the moment the bus started up again.

'Without any maintenance..' Mary told herself, which only creeped her out even more. Her mind kept wandering back to the horrid face of the beast. The way he grinned at her with that stretched smile, that smirk of knowing every word, every letter that formed in her head. He must've know how scared she was. What was even worst is the was barely able to escape a Feeder, or whatever he called himself.

But was worst is that he told her that he was the lowest of the low. Her mind went in circles almost in sync with the bus tires. She felt the dizziness of her working brain, the buzz that is still in the back of head and the paralyzing headache that pounds on her.

The buzz in her head made everything sound like she was underwater. People's voices sounded like they were being downed out, pun intended. The bubbled, blurred, and slurred the words into mush. She couldn't even listen without the water in her mind. Murmurs and whispers were all she heard, all that echoed deep within. She gave up what she thought the moment she was with Stella. Giving up on what people thought, all of their judgemental points and flaws they saw on Mary.

What do they know? They didn't see, hear, taste, smell, and feel the dead bodies, the screams and cries for mercy and help. The weren't the ones in that mirrored world.

This was really Hell.

That moment she was in, that was the true version of Hell.

And she was stuck in it with a brain that can't remember. Her story, she knew, was going to end up with her dead, eyes and mouth wide open with tear, vomit, blood, possibly urine as well all mixed together as she becomes less and less of a human. Her body will eventually burn into ashes and no one would even remember her or her screams, the same ones the two boys let out as well.

Downing words struck her as she was letting herself be torn in pieces, "Don't, Fran!" She almost couldn't make out the words because of that buzz.

Drowned words. Some more she couldn't make out. Then a harsh tap in her shoulder blade. She stood still, her grasp on Stella tightened a bit more. She heard Stella's tone with another.

"Fran no.." Fran? Has she met this person before? Doesn't sound like it.

"I want to know just as much as everyone else does!" A male voice . It had an accent, either that or the buzz was on another level. Something grabbed on her collar of her jacket and teared her apart from Stella. Stella's voice bubbled and buzzed in her head.

"Francis! Stop!"

Mary's eyes shut and tried to pry the hand off of her.

A flash of her being picked up and thrown on the floor by the Feeder make her panic. Clawing at the hand made her head go blank. What if this was the Feeder? What if this was the Feeder wanting to claw at her flesh? Wanting the soul that her body possesses. Mary's breath hitched as she squirmed and whimpered. She couldn't find her voice no matter how hard she tried. Where was the light? Why was her world to so dark?

Her fist connected to something, then her other. It was firm, and that scared her. Her mind sent alarms and sirens rang inside her head; the image of the Feeder was clear inside her head.