( three lame guy moves ) → BROADCAST MIND
There's blood on your hands. Dark red and sticky, it coats your fingers and palms, all the way up past your wrists. It's like you were finger painting in a horror movie. It's all you can see as you flex your fingers, watching the way they unfold and the red's still there. You feel sick.
"Matty?" It's a feminine voice, one you haven't heard in so long that it makes your heart stop for a brief second. Then there's a familiar weight on your shoulder; Vicki's hand settles there, squeezing gently and you're so relieved to see her that you could cry.
"Vic..." You pull her into your arms, one stained hand tangling in her hair. If her hugs a little too tight - which it is - you hardly notice. All you can think about is how it's been so long since you've seen her, how you can feel your heart aching in your chest. She doesn't feel right, though. She's too cold, too stiff like she's partially frozen and waiting to thaw out.
"I miss you, Matty," she says and you squeeze her a little harder. "I miss you so much."
Your throat's so tight that you can't say anything in response, but then she turns her head and suddenly you can feel a sharp pain in your neck, her hands holding you so tightly that you feel like you can move even though they're the only thing stopping you. You cry out and try to shove her away but she's too strong.
It isn't until you're just about to pass out from blood loss that you go crashing to the ground, but her hands are still gripping your arms. You look up at her through squinted, blurry eyes and instantly regret it. Her face is all wrong; the veins around her eyes, the blood - your blood - dripping from her mouth, the sharp fangs you can see as she growls at you.
You barely even register that she's rotting away, too, before everything suddenly goes black.
"Matty?" It's a feminine voice, one you haven't heard in so long that it makes your heart stop for a brief second. Then there's a familiar weight on your shoulder; Vicki's hand settles there, squeezing gently and you're so relieved to see her that you could cry.
"Vic..." You pull her into your arms, one stained hand tangling in her hair. If her hugs a little too tight - which it is - you hardly notice. All you can think about is how it's been so long since you've seen her, how you can feel your heart aching in your chest. She doesn't feel right, though. She's too cold, too stiff like she's partially frozen and waiting to thaw out.
"I miss you, Matty," she says and you squeeze her a little harder. "I miss you so much."
Your throat's so tight that you can't say anything in response, but then she turns her head and suddenly you can feel a sharp pain in your neck, her hands holding you so tightly that you feel like you can move even though they're the only thing stopping you. You cry out and try to shove her away but she's too strong.
It isn't until you're just about to pass out from blood loss that you go crashing to the ground, but her hands are still gripping your arms. You look up at her through squinted, blurry eyes and instantly regret it. Her face is all wrong; the veins around her eyes, the blood - your blood - dripping from her mouth, the sharp fangs you can see as she growls at you.
You barely even register that she's rotting away, too, before everything suddenly goes black.