"With her red dress and her golden skin she smiled. And with one swing of her violin she knocked the man out. I knew she was no ordinary woman and she never should be treated as such. Miss Penny Carter, a mystery only the most intelligent could solv...
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PENELOPE CARTER
CELL BLOCK 456 האיש עם עיניים האוקיינוס גוף של זהב היזהרו לב הקרח ש
It was cold, damp, a stone wall at every corner. Only a small little window that let in a small tiny beam of light. She was already stripped of all her clothes. Forced to shed her dignity and pride. She was now in a slightly damp white gown, all her personal clothing gone expect the small knife she and slipped under her tongue. She tucked it under her pillow in case she ever needed it.
Her episodes werent getting any better as well, thankfully her breathing never stopped but, instead she saw creatures at night stalk her when she slept in her bed. Or the floor would turn into water and she'd almost drown. She didn't care, she missed Thomas alot, wishing Arthur and Michael were ok. She stayed hours in this small room waiting.
She dreamed of nights were the walls closed on her and crushed her bones, but no one would rush to her aid. Only listen to her cries for help.
It was spirits haunting her for her families sins...for her sins.
Voiced coming in an out, whispering corruption and fear.
She was curled up as a ball as she sat on her bed waiting. Her head tucked in trying to keep the spirits away. Her visions and pain were getting more and more violent and in this dark room it was difficult to tell reality from false.
It all had to be real? Right? But then why wasnt she dead? She suffered thousand deaths and injuries and she still was alive. It reminded her days of glory in the ring when the pain simply just blended in.
A loud knock on the door, Penny's head peaked out. Watching as her hair covered her face. Her eyes shinning in the dark.
"Get up. Got a visitor for you." There a guard appeared. There walked in her brother. Dressed from head to toe, in fancy attire. Fur lined his coat.
"Living the life aint you Alf." She spoke not moving. He grimanced at her appearance. Dirt, grease and sweat caked her hair and skin. She looked digusting.
Far from her always on point respectable appearance.
"Living if thats what you call if Pen. You on the otherhand look like fucking shit." She rolled her eyes sitting properly on the bed.
"Wow, way to make me feel beautiful brother. You forget im in here cause of you." He shook his head. "Your in here cause you shot my fucking foot." Reminding her of her decision. She faked a shicked looking making her mouth in a 'O' shape and placing her hand over her mouth. "What me? I would never!" She laughed.
"No is not the time for games Pen. How you holding up?" He asked geniunally limping over and taking a seat in a chair.
"Well, the spirits aren't shutting up. I've died a thousand times in this room. I feel quite paranoid all the time." She said stating at him straight in the eyes her arms raised motioning to the cold concrete room.
"There planning on hanging you Pen. I've tried to get you out of it but you've been charged on murder, assisting the shelby's and shooting your brother." She scoffed. "Im fine with dying Alf. I thought that was something you'd get by now. Death, it's such a familiar face. Finally I'll actually get to feel it for real." He frowned.
"You can't be fucking serious Pen, what about mum. You know how fucking heartbroken she'd be?" He said.
"Like she ever gave a shit. We both know, after this curse all her love and affection went out the door. None of you know how it feels to lose control of your own mind. I only have you Alf, but your deeds are sinful. You used me. Played with me like a toy for your plans Alf." Her voice broke betraying her. "T-The things....I did for you. How could you?" Tears dripping down her face.
"Pen-" he tried to say. Getting up from his seat.
"Get out." She cried. "Pen no." She growled pulling her knife. Going straight at him pushing him against the cold concrete wall. "GET OUT!" She yelled, placing her knife, the cold steel against his neck. Guards flooded into the room. Alfie staring into his sister's eyes. Watching her with sad eyes. She had this fire inside. Rage, anger, betrayal. All emotions burned in her eyes and Alfie for once could finally see it clearly.
Penny finally had lost it. Her knife pressed harder. Before her eyes flashed back and she removed the knife. Dropping to the floor. The knife made a loud noise as it bounced onto the ground. Penny rose her hands as she whispered a prayer. Her mumbling getting quieter and quieter as the guards grabbed her and pulled Alfie out of the room.
"Dont touch me." He commanded. "I don't want a single finger laid on her alright. You understand? Or I'll burn this entire fucking place." He said shoving the guards away from his path as he left the cold concrete fortress.
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Terribly sorry for not updating and it's a bit short, I'm preparing for college and my classes have taken most of my time. I'll try and update but sometimes writers block just happens so again I'm so thankful for all of you commenting and liking this story. Again thank you
