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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: The House and OCs
Genre: Gen
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: American Horror Story
Word count: 875
Rating: R
Prompt: 067. The girl who ran so fast. 79/100 for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_fairytales
Notes: A little murder from the history of the House.
Sharp stones cut into the soles of her feet as she scrambled through the empty lot with her doll clutched tightly to her chest. Emily’s heartbeat was roaring in her ears as her breath smoked on the air. Her pale gray eyes were bright from the tears that left trails through the dust and grime on her face. Her pretty yellow nightgown was stained with spots of dirt and something darker.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” the monster whispered into the darkness.
Emily pressed her trembling body against the tree, hoping that it wouldn’t see her as the light of the moon filtered through the empty branches. She shoved one fist against her lips to keep a scream from escaping and drawing the monster’s attention.
There was a crunch as the monster’s boots came creeping through the gravel, and she could see his hulking form as he came towards her hiding place. She whimpered, sure that she could see her Mommy’s blood on his hands. Daddy was supposed to protect her, but the monster took him away.
“I see you,” he said with a dark chuckle as he turned and ran straight for her.
This time she couldn’t hold back the scream, and she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. Emily ran for the construction site where her mommy had forbidden her to play. She knew that if she could get there that she could find a better place to hide among the lumber and bricks. If she could find a good place, she could hide until the workmen came, and they could save her.
Shivering from fear and the cold, Emily dashed behind a neat stack of cut planks. She let out another small cry as a splinter of wood gouged a furrow through the flesh of her palm, and her blood was added to her mother’s on her nightgown. Fresh hot tears made her eyes burn and snot bubbled from her nose as she tried to catch her breath.
She edged up on her toes, peeking over the stack to see where the monster was, but she couldn’t see or hear him. Emily wanted to believe that she was safe, but she couldn’t be sure. Then she saw a flash of something white moving along the ground.
“Kitty?” Her mouth moved with no sound as she crept after the gossamer white flash. If it was her cat, she had to find him before the monster did. The monster didn’t like cats, and the monster told her to keep it out of his sight. Gathering her nerves she made her way from the shadows of the construction materials just in time to see the cat drop down into the darkness of the pit that would become the new house’s basement.
She’d promised her mommy and the workers that she’d never go down there, but the monster was still out there. He was looking for her. Her child’s logic told her that if she went where she wasn’t allowed to go, she’d be safe. With her doll hanging from one hand, she raced down the slopping edge of the pit over the rough cut stairs into the basement. It was black as tar, and she had to cling to the walls as she searched for her cat and a better place to hide.
Emily tried not to think about the worms and spiders that were hiding in the dark. The rich smell of the turned soil was strong but underneath it she could smell something bad. It smelled like the dead rat they’d found under the dust bin at her house last August, and she didn’t like it at all. It smelled bad, but worms or not the monster wouldn’t think to look for her here. She curled into the second corner that she found and drew her knees up to her chest. She knew that her cat could see in the dark, and it could find her if it wanted to. The monster couldn’t see her. She hoped.
Warm breath on her cheek woke Emily with a start. She shrieked as the monster grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of her hiding place. He dragged her kicking and screaming into the center of the basement where the bright light of the moon was casting its silvery light. He pulled her face up to his, and she clamped her eyes shut. She could smell the whiskey on the monster’s breath, and she didn’t want to look into his eyes that were the same color as hers.
He shook her once, twice and then smashed her onto the hard packed earth of the floor. Spittle flew from his lips as he snarled down at her. She was too stunned and hurt to move as he dropped to his knees besides her. The smell of Emily’s urine joined the other scents in the basement as he cupped her throat and squeezed.
“You’re not allowed down here!” He took his hands from her throat when she stopped struggling. Her eyes were open now, looking up as her father picked up a broken brick from the floor besides her and brought it down on her head. “You’re a bad girl, Emily.”
Comments are as always much appreciated. Thank you for reading.
Genre: Gen
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: American Horror Story
Word count: 875
Rating: R
Prompt: 067. The girl who ran so fast. 79/100 for
100_fairytalesNotes: A little murder from the history of the House.
Sharp stones cut into the soles of her feet as she scrambled through the empty lot with her doll clutched tightly to her chest. Emily’s heartbeat was roaring in her ears as her breath smoked on the air. Her pale gray eyes were bright from the tears that left trails through the dust and grime on her face. Her pretty yellow nightgown was stained with spots of dirt and something darker.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” the monster whispered into the darkness.
Emily pressed her trembling body against the tree, hoping that it wouldn’t see her as the light of the moon filtered through the empty branches. She shoved one fist against her lips to keep a scream from escaping and drawing the monster’s attention.
There was a crunch as the monster’s boots came creeping through the gravel, and she could see his hulking form as he came towards her hiding place. She whimpered, sure that she could see her Mommy’s blood on his hands. Daddy was supposed to protect her, but the monster took him away.
“I see you,” he said with a dark chuckle as he turned and ran straight for her.
This time she couldn’t hold back the scream, and she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. Emily ran for the construction site where her mommy had forbidden her to play. She knew that if she could get there that she could find a better place to hide among the lumber and bricks. If she could find a good place, she could hide until the workmen came, and they could save her.
Shivering from fear and the cold, Emily dashed behind a neat stack of cut planks. She let out another small cry as a splinter of wood gouged a furrow through the flesh of her palm, and her blood was added to her mother’s on her nightgown. Fresh hot tears made her eyes burn and snot bubbled from her nose as she tried to catch her breath.
She edged up on her toes, peeking over the stack to see where the monster was, but she couldn’t see or hear him. Emily wanted to believe that she was safe, but she couldn’t be sure. Then she saw a flash of something white moving along the ground.
“Kitty?” Her mouth moved with no sound as she crept after the gossamer white flash. If it was her cat, she had to find him before the monster did. The monster didn’t like cats, and the monster told her to keep it out of his sight. Gathering her nerves she made her way from the shadows of the construction materials just in time to see the cat drop down into the darkness of the pit that would become the new house’s basement.
She’d promised her mommy and the workers that she’d never go down there, but the monster was still out there. He was looking for her. Her child’s logic told her that if she went where she wasn’t allowed to go, she’d be safe. With her doll hanging from one hand, she raced down the slopping edge of the pit over the rough cut stairs into the basement. It was black as tar, and she had to cling to the walls as she searched for her cat and a better place to hide.
Emily tried not to think about the worms and spiders that were hiding in the dark. The rich smell of the turned soil was strong but underneath it she could smell something bad. It smelled like the dead rat they’d found under the dust bin at her house last August, and she didn’t like it at all. It smelled bad, but worms or not the monster wouldn’t think to look for her here. She curled into the second corner that she found and drew her knees up to her chest. She knew that her cat could see in the dark, and it could find her if it wanted to. The monster couldn’t see her. She hoped.
Warm breath on her cheek woke Emily with a start. She shrieked as the monster grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of her hiding place. He dragged her kicking and screaming into the center of the basement where the bright light of the moon was casting its silvery light. He pulled her face up to his, and she clamped her eyes shut. She could smell the whiskey on the monster’s breath, and she didn’t want to look into his eyes that were the same color as hers.
He shook her once, twice and then smashed her onto the hard packed earth of the floor. Spittle flew from his lips as he snarled down at her. She was too stunned and hurt to move as he dropped to his knees besides her. The smell of Emily’s urine joined the other scents in the basement as he cupped her throat and squeezed.
“You’re not allowed down here!” He took his hands from her throat when she stopped struggling. Her eyes were open now, looking up as her father picked up a broken brick from the floor besides her and brought it down on her head. “You’re a bad girl, Emily.”
Comments are as always much appreciated. Thank you for reading.
