03-17-2020, 10:14 PM
MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |
TW:
Murder, abusive and possessive behavior, insane used as an insult, animal death, mild descriptions of corpses, blood, fighting and injuries
Elliot Holmes was the weirdest person she'd stayed with so far. Bub had met some strange people, some bad people, but Elliot was- just weirdly rude at all times, but somehow the most generous person she'd ever met.
And she'd grown up as Isabel Felix, the youngest of the Felix siblings and therefore the baby of the family; and everybody doted a bit on her. But it'd been a long time since she'd been doted on, and a long time since anybody had ever identified her as a Felix.
She was sipping tea on the covered porch of Elliot's cottage home, listening to the chirping of the birds and rustling of the leaves as the gentle summer breeze blew past. He'd made her a whole pot of peppermint tea, which was also the only edible tea they had available to their knowledge; and Bub wasn't confident enough to start boiling random leaves she found. So peppermint tea it was.
"Bub!"
Startled, Bub spilled a bit of her tea on the front of her sweater as Elliot burst through the door behind her with a shout. She turned around and fixed him with a glare, which was ignored not because of her mask with its deerlike visage and twisting antlers but easy to see eyes, but ignored because Elliot was strange and refused to acknowledge most social cues.
"I have need of your youthful energy," Elliot said, and Bub set her cup of tea down and bit her tongue as she wanted to snap that he was twenty-six, not ninety. She was thirteen and particularly small and weak for her age, it wasn't like she was exactly spry or energetic.
"What's going on?" Bub asked instead of saying all the things she was thinking as Elliot led her inside. The cottage was small, with only five rooms in total; a kitchen, living room, bathroom, bedroom and garage. Elliot insisted she take his bedroom while he slept on the couch, even though Bub said she'd much prefer the couch.
But Elliot took being a good host very seriously, even if it meant making her uncomfortable.
"Visitors! We have new visitors. I hate to ask this of you as a guest, but would you entertain them for me while I make us lunch? I won't be but thirty minutes!" Elliot spoke with his hands, all energy and pizzazz. Bub didn't want to think about how long he'd been alone by himself before she showed up, but she could guess a very long time.
"Are they-"
"Oh they're human, that time with those raccoons in the attic was just a fluke; it's the hands you see, they're so humanlike it confused me. But no, these visitors are human,"
Elliot cut off her question, and Bub rolled her eyes. But being interrupted while speaking was common here, and mainly perpetuated by her gracious host. But she didn't want to complain, he'd opened his home to her without a second thought and didn't act murder-y for the most part.
He led her to the garage, and opened the door to show his scrapmetal car, an open garage door, and-
The smell hit her first. It smelled like it'd been dead for days and left in the sun. The sound hit her next, the perpetual buzz of flies feasting. Her vision caught up last, and she stared blankly at the half-rotted corpse of a deer dragged haphazardly into the garage.
She turned around to a slammed door and a lock clicking.
"Okay, ha-ha, very funny," Bub shouted, pounding on the door. "Let me in! Your jokes are terrible and it smells awful out here!" No response, so she stepped back and tried to kick the door in and succeeded in hurting her leg and foot as it bounced uselessly off the door.
Spitting curses, she limped out of the garage and into the lush front lawn of the cottage. The whispering winds and cheerful calls of birds seemed less calming now, though she did entertain the idea of simply going around the house and going back to her tea; but no, she needed to give her host a piece of her mind after that "prank".
She headed to the front door first, and started hammering on it with her fists while shouting for Elliot to let her in. She tried the doorknob and it was, of course, locked; odd, since Elliot never locked his doors. It was like he wanted to be murdered in his sleep.
Bub went around the side of the house, easily hopping over the well-kept but entirely decorative picket fence and trudging towards the back porch. Her cup of tea was gone, as was the teapot. Nervousness flared within her, but she pushed past it.
Elliot was an asshole, but he was a harmless one. And she kept that thought firmly in mind as minutes turned into hours with the house completed locked, and no sign that her host was going to let her inside anytime soon.
She'd started contemplating breaking a window as the evening sun started to set and the back door clicked unlocked and Elliot burst out with a tray of mini sandwiches and carefully sliced cheese squares. As soon as he realized what he'd done apologies were spilling from his lips until Bub got too frustrated and told him to shut up.
At least she got to eat a bunch of mini sandwiches and cheese squares and go to bed under a roof.
It took her another week of tolerating Elliot's weird behavior before she started labeling it as it was; power games. He was playing strange power games with her, and she didn't care for that shit at all. After another day of being locked out of the house - today it'd been raining, so she was considerably less forgiving - she decided to pack up her things and leave the next morning.
Bub didn't want her host to know though, she didn't trust him to not try something weird to make her stay. So she told him she was going to bed but instead started shoving her things into her bag as soon as she got into her bedroom.
"Bub! I'm sorry to interrupt your rest but- what?"
She'd nearly finished when Elliot burst through the door, spouting off some nonsense and being stunned silent to see her on the floor trying to zip up her bag full of clothes. She dully noted she wasn't wearing a mask, since she'd taken it off in order to see better as she packed.
That wasn't the part that alarmed her though, she was alarmed to see his hands up to his elbows splattered in a thick layer of blood. They stared at each other for what felt like a hundred years, before Bub burst into action. She moved into a crouch and got closer to him, swinging out one leg to knock the legs out from under the man in front of her; time felt like a thick soup, like it was all happening in slow motion.
He went down with a cry of shock and pain, and time righted itself like the snap of a rubber band. Bub grabbed her bag and leaped over the downed Elliot, who made a grab for her leg that sent her falling out of the doorway. She hit the ground but didn't stop moving, kicking behind her as Elliot grabbed for her legs. Her foot struck true and she heard a sickening crunch and another cry of pain, but his arms stopped grabbing for her and she managed to scramble away.
Pulse beating quickly, she turned to look behind her and saw Elliot holding one side of his jaw with a bloodsoaked hand; his eyes were full of betrayal and confusion, and Bub nearly stopped at the sight. Perhaps she was overreacting, Elliot was rude but he wasn't dangerous-
Something snapped in those eyes from one second to the next, and Bub's mind screamed with danger as her body dragged itself up and she took off.
The house was small, and she was in the living room in an instant. There was a woman laying with her throat slit over the coffee table, eyes wide and mouth outstretched in a final, silent noise. She would've laughed at the shocked expression if it wasn't so horrifying, and if she couldn't hear the scraping of Elliot getting to his feet behind her. She turned on her heels and ran towards the front door.
"Bub? What're you running for? You know I'd never hurt you,"
Elliot's voice was warbled, probably from her kicking him, but there was a lilt to the words that was wrong. Her fingers fumbled for the lock and she cursed internally as she realized it was jammed. She tried to move to run for the back door when a hand grabbed her by the scalp, fingers wrapping around raven hair and holding tight.
"Are you scared of Marcia? I was too, but she can't hurt us anymore,"
"You're fucking insane, let me go!" Bub screamed and turned around swinging, clawing at his face with her fingernails for but a second before he yanked her away by her scalp and she let out a screech of pain. Her hands went for his hand on her head and she tried to pry his fingers off, but she was a scrawny thirteen year old and he was a twenty six year old man who'd been living healthily since before she was born.
"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay. I need you to help me put Marcia in the garden, can you help me with that?" She didn't look at Elliot's eyes as he tried to calm her, she didn't want to know what hollowness he had behind his kindly hazel eyes.
She couldn't pry his hand from her head, so she kneed him in between his legs instead. Elliot let out a yelp of pain and his grip relaxed for but a second, but a second was all she needed to tear away; lengths of hair still clutched in his fingers as he kneeled over in pain.
Her head was throbbing with pain but she didn't stop. She ran for the back door and bodyslammed it, and the creaking old door gave. She went down with it, slamming against the ground with a cough and a wheeze as she tried to relax her throat enough to get oxygen to her lungs. She pulled herself to her feet and stumbled out into the garden, into the comforting shadows as opposed to the bright, candelit interior of the house.
She turned to see Elliot in the doorway, watching her as she retreated towards the trees.
"You can't leave, you can't leave me here!" His voice broke as he screamed, and Bub turned around to run as he screamed himself into hysterics behind her.
Luckily for her, Elliot did not give further chase, and she was able to steal into the night and nurse her wounds alone.
Bub had zoned out roughly four minutes ago after a new member introduced himself as Elliot. She came out of the flashbacks slowly, blinking against what felt like sudden light after remembering the dark night she'd spent in the woods.
She pressed one finger against her wrist and felt her pulse beating fast, and out of reflex she cracked a halfbaked smile and realized nobody could see it under her mask; in fact, everybody just saw her go quiet and almost comatose for who-knows how long before coming to and immediately checking her pulse.
"N-nice to meet you," Bub mumbled, shoving her hands into her pockets before turning and walking away as quickly as possible. It wasn't the same person, he didn't even look like or act like the Elliot she'd stayed with, but she'd be stupid if she let crazy burn her twice.
She was halfway to the hotel when she stopped and sat down hard on a nearby bench, practically collapsing with her head in her hands. Two minutes of breakdown, and then I'm done, Bub told herself as she stopped fighting back the anxious, fearful tears built up from years of suppression.
//I'll take repressed trauma for 500, Alex
Murder, abusive and possessive behavior, insane used as an insult, animal death, mild descriptions of corpses, blood, fighting and injuries
Elliot Holmes was the weirdest person she'd stayed with so far. Bub had met some strange people, some bad people, but Elliot was- just weirdly rude at all times, but somehow the most generous person she'd ever met.
And she'd grown up as Isabel Felix, the youngest of the Felix siblings and therefore the baby of the family; and everybody doted a bit on her. But it'd been a long time since she'd been doted on, and a long time since anybody had ever identified her as a Felix.
She was sipping tea on the covered porch of Elliot's cottage home, listening to the chirping of the birds and rustling of the leaves as the gentle summer breeze blew past. He'd made her a whole pot of peppermint tea, which was also the only edible tea they had available to their knowledge; and Bub wasn't confident enough to start boiling random leaves she found. So peppermint tea it was.
"Bub!"
Startled, Bub spilled a bit of her tea on the front of her sweater as Elliot burst through the door behind her with a shout. She turned around and fixed him with a glare, which was ignored not because of her mask with its deerlike visage and twisting antlers but easy to see eyes, but ignored because Elliot was strange and refused to acknowledge most social cues.
"I have need of your youthful energy," Elliot said, and Bub set her cup of tea down and bit her tongue as she wanted to snap that he was twenty-six, not ninety. She was thirteen and particularly small and weak for her age, it wasn't like she was exactly spry or energetic.
"What's going on?" Bub asked instead of saying all the things she was thinking as Elliot led her inside. The cottage was small, with only five rooms in total; a kitchen, living room, bathroom, bedroom and garage. Elliot insisted she take his bedroom while he slept on the couch, even though Bub said she'd much prefer the couch.
But Elliot took being a good host very seriously, even if it meant making her uncomfortable.
"Visitors! We have new visitors. I hate to ask this of you as a guest, but would you entertain them for me while I make us lunch? I won't be but thirty minutes!" Elliot spoke with his hands, all energy and pizzazz. Bub didn't want to think about how long he'd been alone by himself before she showed up, but she could guess a very long time.
"Are they-"
"Oh they're human, that time with those raccoons in the attic was just a fluke; it's the hands you see, they're so humanlike it confused me. But no, these visitors are human,"
Elliot cut off her question, and Bub rolled her eyes. But being interrupted while speaking was common here, and mainly perpetuated by her gracious host. But she didn't want to complain, he'd opened his home to her without a second thought and didn't act murder-y for the most part.
He led her to the garage, and opened the door to show his scrapmetal car, an open garage door, and-
The smell hit her first. It smelled like it'd been dead for days and left in the sun. The sound hit her next, the perpetual buzz of flies feasting. Her vision caught up last, and she stared blankly at the half-rotted corpse of a deer dragged haphazardly into the garage.
She turned around to a slammed door and a lock clicking.
"Okay, ha-ha, very funny," Bub shouted, pounding on the door. "Let me in! Your jokes are terrible and it smells awful out here!" No response, so she stepped back and tried to kick the door in and succeeded in hurting her leg and foot as it bounced uselessly off the door.
Spitting curses, she limped out of the garage and into the lush front lawn of the cottage. The whispering winds and cheerful calls of birds seemed less calming now, though she did entertain the idea of simply going around the house and going back to her tea; but no, she needed to give her host a piece of her mind after that "prank".
She headed to the front door first, and started hammering on it with her fists while shouting for Elliot to let her in. She tried the doorknob and it was, of course, locked; odd, since Elliot never locked his doors. It was like he wanted to be murdered in his sleep.
Bub went around the side of the house, easily hopping over the well-kept but entirely decorative picket fence and trudging towards the back porch. Her cup of tea was gone, as was the teapot. Nervousness flared within her, but she pushed past it.
Elliot was an asshole, but he was a harmless one. And she kept that thought firmly in mind as minutes turned into hours with the house completed locked, and no sign that her host was going to let her inside anytime soon.
She'd started contemplating breaking a window as the evening sun started to set and the back door clicked unlocked and Elliot burst out with a tray of mini sandwiches and carefully sliced cheese squares. As soon as he realized what he'd done apologies were spilling from his lips until Bub got too frustrated and told him to shut up.
At least she got to eat a bunch of mini sandwiches and cheese squares and go to bed under a roof.
It took her another week of tolerating Elliot's weird behavior before she started labeling it as it was; power games. He was playing strange power games with her, and she didn't care for that shit at all. After another day of being locked out of the house - today it'd been raining, so she was considerably less forgiving - she decided to pack up her things and leave the next morning.
Bub didn't want her host to know though, she didn't trust him to not try something weird to make her stay. So she told him she was going to bed but instead started shoving her things into her bag as soon as she got into her bedroom.
"Bub! I'm sorry to interrupt your rest but- what?"
She'd nearly finished when Elliot burst through the door, spouting off some nonsense and being stunned silent to see her on the floor trying to zip up her bag full of clothes. She dully noted she wasn't wearing a mask, since she'd taken it off in order to see better as she packed.
That wasn't the part that alarmed her though, she was alarmed to see his hands up to his elbows splattered in a thick layer of blood. They stared at each other for what felt like a hundred years, before Bub burst into action. She moved into a crouch and got closer to him, swinging out one leg to knock the legs out from under the man in front of her; time felt like a thick soup, like it was all happening in slow motion.
He went down with a cry of shock and pain, and time righted itself like the snap of a rubber band. Bub grabbed her bag and leaped over the downed Elliot, who made a grab for her leg that sent her falling out of the doorway. She hit the ground but didn't stop moving, kicking behind her as Elliot grabbed for her legs. Her foot struck true and she heard a sickening crunch and another cry of pain, but his arms stopped grabbing for her and she managed to scramble away.
Pulse beating quickly, she turned to look behind her and saw Elliot holding one side of his jaw with a bloodsoaked hand; his eyes were full of betrayal and confusion, and Bub nearly stopped at the sight. Perhaps she was overreacting, Elliot was rude but he wasn't dangerous-
Something snapped in those eyes from one second to the next, and Bub's mind screamed with danger as her body dragged itself up and she took off.
The house was small, and she was in the living room in an instant. There was a woman laying with her throat slit over the coffee table, eyes wide and mouth outstretched in a final, silent noise. She would've laughed at the shocked expression if it wasn't so horrifying, and if she couldn't hear the scraping of Elliot getting to his feet behind her. She turned on her heels and ran towards the front door.
"Bub? What're you running for? You know I'd never hurt you,"
Elliot's voice was warbled, probably from her kicking him, but there was a lilt to the words that was wrong. Her fingers fumbled for the lock and she cursed internally as she realized it was jammed. She tried to move to run for the back door when a hand grabbed her by the scalp, fingers wrapping around raven hair and holding tight.
"Are you scared of Marcia? I was too, but she can't hurt us anymore,"
"You're fucking insane, let me go!" Bub screamed and turned around swinging, clawing at his face with her fingernails for but a second before he yanked her away by her scalp and she let out a screech of pain. Her hands went for his hand on her head and she tried to pry his fingers off, but she was a scrawny thirteen year old and he was a twenty six year old man who'd been living healthily since before she was born.
"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay. I need you to help me put Marcia in the garden, can you help me with that?" She didn't look at Elliot's eyes as he tried to calm her, she didn't want to know what hollowness he had behind his kindly hazel eyes.
She couldn't pry his hand from her head, so she kneed him in between his legs instead. Elliot let out a yelp of pain and his grip relaxed for but a second, but a second was all she needed to tear away; lengths of hair still clutched in his fingers as he kneeled over in pain.
Her head was throbbing with pain but she didn't stop. She ran for the back door and bodyslammed it, and the creaking old door gave. She went down with it, slamming against the ground with a cough and a wheeze as she tried to relax her throat enough to get oxygen to her lungs. She pulled herself to her feet and stumbled out into the garden, into the comforting shadows as opposed to the bright, candelit interior of the house.
She turned to see Elliot in the doorway, watching her as she retreated towards the trees.
"You can't leave, you can't leave me here!" His voice broke as he screamed, and Bub turned around to run as he screamed himself into hysterics behind her.
Luckily for her, Elliot did not give further chase, and she was able to steal into the night and nurse her wounds alone.
Bub had zoned out roughly four minutes ago after a new member introduced himself as Elliot. She came out of the flashbacks slowly, blinking against what felt like sudden light after remembering the dark night she'd spent in the woods.
She pressed one finger against her wrist and felt her pulse beating fast, and out of reflex she cracked a halfbaked smile and realized nobody could see it under her mask; in fact, everybody just saw her go quiet and almost comatose for who-knows how long before coming to and immediately checking her pulse.
"N-nice to meet you," Bub mumbled, shoving her hands into her pockets before turning and walking away as quickly as possible. It wasn't the same person, he didn't even look like or act like the Elliot she'd stayed with, but she'd be stupid if she let crazy burn her twice.
She was halfway to the hotel when she stopped and sat down hard on a nearby bench, practically collapsing with her head in her hands. Two minutes of breakdown, and then I'm done, Bub told herself as she stopped fighting back the anxious, fearful tears built up from years of suppression.
//I'll take repressed trauma for 500, Alex
[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
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bub ;; she/her ;; 15yrs