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| The Ward | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 22 2010, 02:44 AM (285 Views) | |
| Wanda | Jan 22 2010, 02:44 AM Post #1 |
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Reality Warping
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December - Located at The Ward A pale slender finger pushed a red chip forward one space. Over the red and black checkered board, little red and black round chips were locked in a fierce battle; already, many had fallen. She was always red and he was always black. For some reason, it just felt right. “Hah,” Wanda barked, her hands balled into fists against her hips and her chest puffed out proudly. “The victory is clearly mine,” she announced, “but we shall play it through. Let no one say that I am not fair.” She got up and scurried to the other side of the table and leaned over the wheelchair of her opponent and perennial companion. She rested her chin on Arthur Centino’s shoulder, seeing the red and black field from his perspective. The humans in the asylum had taken away her powers, place them somewhere out of her reach, not that she wanted to use them after what had happened all those years ago, but the strange way her mind worked and the things she saw hadn’t been affected. With her head next to Arthur’s, she gazed at the board. Black and red color smoke drifted up from the checkers forming little ethereal warriors; they hissed and growled at each other, snapping with jaws and reached out with raking claws. Wanda reached around Arthur and took his arm. Like a store mannequin, she move and pose him, his joints and muscles keeping the new position. She guided his hand to a checker, put it in his hand, and tapped the jumping movement across the board then removed the jumped pieces. It wasn’t until she settled back into her seat and looked at the board that she reacted in shock. “How did you… What is this?” she gasped and pointed at the kinged black checker. “I know your tricks,” she shook her finger at the blank and pretty face of the blonde man across the table. “You used your luck to sneak that piece to the right spot. Bah! I hear you snickering. I … I … yes, I saw what you were doing but it was my kindhearted nature not to spoil your game,” she said with a sniff and a nod. Behind her, the eyes of the orderlies shifted in her direction at the commotion she was causing then rolled. “What is she on about?” whispered a new guard/orderly. His older companion shrugged, “Don’t know, don’t care. She’s a loon but at least she doesn’t fight with the other inmates or throw crap around.” She felt that Arthur was still snickering inside, though his face hadn’t flickered. Wanda moved behind Arthur’s wheelchair and pushed it from the room. They were long time inhabitants of The Ward, a place that had become the whole of their world. Furtively, Wanda and Arthur made their way back to Wanda’s room. Arthur had a room too, but it was merely the place where the nurses left his body to sleep, he didn’t “live” there. The Ward was not a nice place, not a good place. In her first years there, there had been screams and terror, dark and evil things that came for her and she was powerless; strapped to beds and gurneys and howling mad. Those were the dark years – before the green haired giant came to The Ward. Wanda backed into her room, pulling the wheelchair along with her, and let the mechanical arm automatically close the door as she spun Arthur toward the walls of her room. A crayon mural spread over all four walls; only the ceiling was spared because it was out of reach. “Ok, Arthur, you ready to finish the rose?” she asked as she dug a blue crayon from the box and curled his fingers around the worn-down stub. With her hand curled over his, they made the first marks of a simplistic image of a rose, its leaves curled into a heroic stance. |
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