Memories.....
I am the bad one,
Distant and cruel one,
I am the dream that,
Keeps you running down,
She felt the cold steel bars bare footed crouched like an animal. She banged her hands against the bars that contained her; only the rags of an outfit clung to her body her hair dirty and falling into her face. She stoped banging at the cage walls for a while curling back into the corner of the cage as someone with a limp and a bad leg shambled down the hallway into the room. She tried to tear at the collar around her neck. It did not rid her of it, only tore at some of the skin on her neck and fingers she whimpered in pain and then screamed violently as the thing shambling into the room struck out at her with a long cattle prod. He opened the cage door and snatched her up easily as she lay stunned on the ground. He hooked up a chain to her deceptivly plain but sturdy collar and dragged her to a wall. Chaining her to the wall he left her there.... she froze... she knew this wall.... She thrashed and tried to look away but she could feel the dark cooing of the voices again as she couldn't resist turning her head to watch....
With distraction,
Violent reaction,
Scars of my actions,
Watch me running out,
She huddled in the corner of the room.... white walls... soft white walls. She saw the door opening and part of her said run, but she couldn't move. The masked orderly snatched her up easily- holding her arm tightly in case she resisted, but she didn't she say the needle entering her arm and felt the sting of pain that it brough, but this time she felt her knees getting weak. She felt the hazy fog and her whole body tingled. Apparently they were happy with her... she had done something good... the drug they gave her this time was a reward for something... now if she could only remember what she did, or didn't do. She tried to mumble at the orderly and looked to him for an touch of approval, much more like a beaten dog than a human.
Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects
She saw him coming down the stairs his shoes making soft noises against the wood of the broken brittle wood, and she lashed out, her magic fizzled again and she growled fiercly and the man she did not know. He didn't stink of blood. She moved to the back of the cage. She didn't understand. The door swung open and the man stood to the side. She darted out. She didn't even look back.
Yeah, I am the brains,
Some say insane,
Blood is the rain,
That's whay life's about,
She smelled the muck of the swamp and saw the aligator swiming by her cautiously. Not many times do you watch the alligators nervous around you. She chuckled. The lady had taken off the collar and she felt power swell around her. She knew that if she attacked them they wouldn't let her take it off anymore so she sat patiently on the log watching the alligator with a curious expression. Then she turned and saw a woman... beautiful and angelic.... She wanted to please the woman who had taken the collar off- it felt so good to be allowed to feel the magic in her again.... she whimpered softly at luring the young woman to her death, but it was her or the pretty woman... she had been through so much....
In the great wide,
Head split and tongue tied,
Watch the sun die,
When you're running out,
She screamed on the table feeling herself die.... her breathing slowly coming to a hault... she could feel her heart slowing to a crawl... and her fingers and arms wouldn't respond even though she could see for just a few minutes that they weren't strapped down very well. She through force of her will reached up trying to push her killer off of her- she gasped for breath as he watched.... she didnt' even know how he was doing it... and the last thing she saw as the darkness took her vision was his face standing over her laughing.
Yeah I am the knuckle,
Bow down and buckle,
Hold your breath,
Your world is running down,
She felt her muscles ache like they were on fire, but still the desire for blood overwhelmed her. She pushed herself much further than she should have, but something wouldn't let her stop... she wanted to see her oponent broken at her feet. Ever movement gracefull and delicate, as her oponent couldn't even sense where she was. Her control over the mind confusing him finally the finishing move came, he zigged when he should have zagged and when sweat drenched hair she pulled him to her and heard the satisfying pop of his neck as her hands turned his head forceably. As if on cue she could feel a rush of endorphins as she screamed out in pleasure... her world becoming a world of vivid colors and sensations.
Live for the family,
Die with the family,
All is the family,
My gun is running out,
She woke up screaming in another fit.... and she realized... she had to go. Ruby was already there holding her down with Sampson, her sheets red with her blood from tearing at her skin and ripping into her arms with jagged clawlike fingernails before the first scream even left her throat. Pinned made her more angry.... she was bound.... but she couldn't hurt ruby or sampson.... The scremaing didn't stop.... not this time. Not for a long time. Finally with the aide of Ruby, drugged and worn, she feel back into a dreamless sleep.
Distant and cruel one,
I am the dream that,
Keeps you running down,
She felt the cold steel bars bare footed crouched like an animal. She banged her hands against the bars that contained her; only the rags of an outfit clung to her body her hair dirty and falling into her face. She stoped banging at the cage walls for a while curling back into the corner of the cage as someone with a limp and a bad leg shambled down the hallway into the room. She tried to tear at the collar around her neck. It did not rid her of it, only tore at some of the skin on her neck and fingers she whimpered in pain and then screamed violently as the thing shambling into the room struck out at her with a long cattle prod. He opened the cage door and snatched her up easily as she lay stunned on the ground. He hooked up a chain to her deceptivly plain but sturdy collar and dragged her to a wall. Chaining her to the wall he left her there.... she froze... she knew this wall.... She thrashed and tried to look away but she could feel the dark cooing of the voices again as she couldn't resist turning her head to watch....
With distraction,
Violent reaction,
Scars of my actions,
Watch me running out,
She huddled in the corner of the room.... white walls... soft white walls. She saw the door opening and part of her said run, but she couldn't move. The masked orderly snatched her up easily- holding her arm tightly in case she resisted, but she didn't she say the needle entering her arm and felt the sting of pain that it brough, but this time she felt her knees getting weak. She felt the hazy fog and her whole body tingled. Apparently they were happy with her... she had done something good... the drug they gave her this time was a reward for something... now if she could only remember what she did, or didn't do. She tried to mumble at the orderly and looked to him for an touch of approval, much more like a beaten dog than a human.
Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects
She saw him coming down the stairs his shoes making soft noises against the wood of the broken brittle wood, and she lashed out, her magic fizzled again and she growled fiercly and the man she did not know. He didn't stink of blood. She moved to the back of the cage. She didn't understand. The door swung open and the man stood to the side. She darted out. She didn't even look back.
Yeah, I am the brains,
Some say insane,
Blood is the rain,
That's whay life's about,
She smelled the muck of the swamp and saw the aligator swiming by her cautiously. Not many times do you watch the alligators nervous around you. She chuckled. The lady had taken off the collar and she felt power swell around her. She knew that if she attacked them they wouldn't let her take it off anymore so she sat patiently on the log watching the alligator with a curious expression. Then she turned and saw a woman... beautiful and angelic.... She wanted to please the woman who had taken the collar off- it felt so good to be allowed to feel the magic in her again.... she whimpered softly at luring the young woman to her death, but it was her or the pretty woman... she had been through so much....
In the great wide,
Head split and tongue tied,
Watch the sun die,
When you're running out,
She screamed on the table feeling herself die.... her breathing slowly coming to a hault... she could feel her heart slowing to a crawl... and her fingers and arms wouldn't respond even though she could see for just a few minutes that they weren't strapped down very well. She through force of her will reached up trying to push her killer off of her- she gasped for breath as he watched.... she didnt' even know how he was doing it... and the last thing she saw as the darkness took her vision was his face standing over her laughing.
Yeah I am the knuckle,
Bow down and buckle,
Hold your breath,
Your world is running down,
She felt her muscles ache like they were on fire, but still the desire for blood overwhelmed her. She pushed herself much further than she should have, but something wouldn't let her stop... she wanted to see her oponent broken at her feet. Ever movement gracefull and delicate, as her oponent couldn't even sense where she was. Her control over the mind confusing him finally the finishing move came, he zigged when he should have zagged and when sweat drenched hair she pulled him to her and heard the satisfying pop of his neck as her hands turned his head forceably. As if on cue she could feel a rush of endorphins as she screamed out in pleasure... her world becoming a world of vivid colors and sensations.
Live for the family,
Die with the family,
All is the family,
My gun is running out,
She woke up screaming in another fit.... and she realized... she had to go. Ruby was already there holding her down with Sampson, her sheets red with her blood from tearing at her skin and ripping into her arms with jagged clawlike fingernails before the first scream even left her throat. Pinned made her more angry.... she was bound.... but she couldn't hurt ruby or sampson.... The scremaing didn't stop.... not this time. Not for a long time. Finally with the aide of Ruby, drugged and worn, she feel back into a dreamless sleep.