04-09-2018, 11:56 AM
When Myst's eyes opened she saw darkness. For a moment there was nothing but peace.
No sound... No light...
Peace.
Before everything crashed against her mind like snow down from the mountain tops, crashing over her like tidal waves in the sea. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She was met with silence all around her.
She tried to move next, her hands reached out and smacked against something made of sturdy wood. She recognized the sound of her knuckles slamming into it. But unlike before, when she brushed the back of hearing hand along it she felt something soft to the touch. Her hand caressed silk lining. It was all so confusing until she put her palms on the soft surface and pushed.
Whatever it was, was heavy.
Her hand pushed again, she could feel it lifting if only a crack. Only for it to fall back down on her. The whole space she was in shuddered and caused her to eep out and bite her lower lip. Nevermind she never made an actual sound.
Cassandra was not the strongest creature on any planet, but something in her blood gave her at least enough strength to lift whatever was covering her up. She could hear ripping of the roots around her but to her, it sounded like the fibers in her arms as she pushed with all her might. Eventually, she was forced to sit up as the weight finally lessened and the lid of the apparent coffin flung open. Clumps of wet dirt fell into the silk cushion lined box where she laid in a pure white nightgown. Her feet in simple white slipper-like flats. Her red glasses still on her face, the tiniest crack in the corner where it won't prohibit her sight but constantly be in it. She noticed it as she shook her head to look around from her pink pillows.
Sandy saw the soft lush ground around her. A small mound around her own mound of earth. She saw only a few headstones that circled her ceremoniously, which gave her soul a deep chill. Her head was filled with a confused fog, but the ever curious french woman turned her body until she had to twist her legs in the coffin to look at where a headstone should lay with her name on it.
‘Here lies Cassandra Myst
1713-1728
A loving Daughter…
A foolish Friend…
A remorsless Murderer!’
Myst’s eyes widen past her glasses as she reads the last line. Her heart dropping as she twisted in her coffin and grabbed the headstone by the sides. She tried to shake it like it was a body. “LIES!”
Tears fell past her cheeks.
‘MYST!!’ Clownpiece’s voice screamed across time and zapping Sandra’s strength. The arms that had uprooted a portion of turf felt as though the couldn’t even hold a feather in them without falling off.
She could only remember failure…
The vampire lurched forward and began to throw up. What counted as her last meal flooded the headspace of her coffin and pooled past the pillow trying to reach her feet. She cried and choked on her guilt until there was no warning about what she planned to do.
Then suddenly with tears still in her eyes, she turned and ran. Not even looking at the headstones that had surrounded her, never noticing they held the names of her family she’d as matter of factly slaughtered two centuries ago.
No sound... No light...
Peace.
Before everything crashed against her mind like snow down from the mountain tops, crashing over her like tidal waves in the sea. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She was met with silence all around her.
She tried to move next, her hands reached out and smacked against something made of sturdy wood. She recognized the sound of her knuckles slamming into it. But unlike before, when she brushed the back of hearing hand along it she felt something soft to the touch. Her hand caressed silk lining. It was all so confusing until she put her palms on the soft surface and pushed.
Whatever it was, was heavy.
Her hand pushed again, she could feel it lifting if only a crack. Only for it to fall back down on her. The whole space she was in shuddered and caused her to eep out and bite her lower lip. Nevermind she never made an actual sound.
Cassandra was not the strongest creature on any planet, but something in her blood gave her at least enough strength to lift whatever was covering her up. She could hear ripping of the roots around her but to her, it sounded like the fibers in her arms as she pushed with all her might. Eventually, she was forced to sit up as the weight finally lessened and the lid of the apparent coffin flung open. Clumps of wet dirt fell into the silk cushion lined box where she laid in a pure white nightgown. Her feet in simple white slipper-like flats. Her red glasses still on her face, the tiniest crack in the corner where it won't prohibit her sight but constantly be in it. She noticed it as she shook her head to look around from her pink pillows.
Sandy saw the soft lush ground around her. A small mound around her own mound of earth. She saw only a few headstones that circled her ceremoniously, which gave her soul a deep chill. Her head was filled with a confused fog, but the ever curious french woman turned her body until she had to twist her legs in the coffin to look at where a headstone should lay with her name on it.
‘Here lies Cassandra Myst
1713-1728
A loving Daughter…
A foolish Friend…
A remorsless Murderer!’
Myst’s eyes widen past her glasses as she reads the last line. Her heart dropping as she twisted in her coffin and grabbed the headstone by the sides. She tried to shake it like it was a body. “LIES!”
Tears fell past her cheeks.
‘MYST!!’ Clownpiece’s voice screamed across time and zapping Sandra’s strength. The arms that had uprooted a portion of turf felt as though the couldn’t even hold a feather in them without falling off.
She could only remember failure…
The vampire lurched forward and began to throw up. What counted as her last meal flooded the headspace of her coffin and pooled past the pillow trying to reach her feet. She cried and choked on her guilt until there was no warning about what she planned to do.
Then suddenly with tears still in her eyes, she turned and ran. Not even looking at the headstones that had surrounded her, never noticing they held the names of her family she’d as matter of factly slaughtered two centuries ago.