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trans_92010-10-23 10:40 pm
craaazyisland) wrote in trans_92010-10-23 10:40 pm
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Delirium Trigger [closed]
I've been waiting for you all this time.
Why do you fight when you know you can't win?
Come play with me, Mister 267. And through you, I'll finally become queen...
Alexia's laughter was still echoing in his ears when he'd woken up, shaking and sweating. He'd tried to go about his business as usual but it was hard to concentrate past the fire burning through his veins, throbbing with pain. He'd told Miku he would go to the medical bay if his symptoms remained or got any worse.
Is that why he was standing here in the hallway? He couldn't quite remember. It sounded like someone was blasting radio static in his head, and it was hard to separate his thoughts from the static.
This is not good, he managed to reason, but it got lost in more of that obnoxious, childish giggling. "God, will you shut up already?"
Steve let out a heavy breath and reached up to brush his hair out of his face, stuck to his forehead with sweat. He was going to be fine. This was just a bad fever, nothing to be concerned about.
"Steve..." He felt a gentle hand on his back and he immediately spun around to find the voice it belonged to, though there was nobody there. He backed up against the wall, his eyes wide with some emotion even he couldn't discern.
"Steve... why won't you look at me?"
How was it coming from behind him? He turned to look at the wall, reached out and touched it, and there she was.
"I've missed you so much, Steve...""
There was the hand on his back again.
"Mom...?"
Why do you fight when you know you can't win?
Come play with me, Mister 267. And through you, I'll finally become queen...
Alexia's laughter was still echoing in his ears when he'd woken up, shaking and sweating. He'd tried to go about his business as usual but it was hard to concentrate past the fire burning through his veins, throbbing with pain. He'd told Miku he would go to the medical bay if his symptoms remained or got any worse.
Is that why he was standing here in the hallway? He couldn't quite remember. It sounded like someone was blasting radio static in his head, and it was hard to separate his thoughts from the static.
This is not good, he managed to reason, but it got lost in more of that obnoxious, childish giggling. "God, will you shut up already?"
Steve let out a heavy breath and reached up to brush his hair out of his face, stuck to his forehead with sweat. He was going to be fine. This was just a bad fever, nothing to be concerned about.
"Steve..." He felt a gentle hand on his back and he immediately spun around to find the voice it belonged to, though there was nobody there. He backed up against the wall, his eyes wide with some emotion even he couldn't discern.
"Steve... why won't you look at me?"
How was it coming from behind him? He turned to look at the wall, reached out and touched it, and there she was.
"I've missed you so much, Steve...""
There was the hand on his back again.
"Mom...?"