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Episode I. The Anointing of Mother Magdalena | Chapter 3.
ОглавлениеTHE VERY NEXT MOMENT, OR SO IT SEEMED, MAGDALENA FOUND herself toward the rear end of the space-pod, her back to the floor, gazing upward through a softening fuzz, her mind in total disarray.
She was mostly numb.
And then a gripping, Intense pain slowly started to take ahold of her.
She slowly realized that she was Awakening from having been knocked unconscious, for how long she hadn’t the foggiest idea. Befuddled beyond belief, Lina immediately assumed that heavy turbulence must have shaken the craft viciously through the elements, tossing her fiercely about the cabin.
Slowly gaining awareness that she was now in the midst of the aftermath of an extremely dangerous event, Lina realized that a great deal of her body was awfully sore. In a slight panic, she wriggled her body around to check and see if it functioned properly. She checked for any broken bones and came to find her body fully intact. She could not find any serious wounds. None of her appendages were severed. With a quick sigh of relief, she rejoiced at the realization that she had no chance of going into shock due to rapid blood loss, and that she would thus be able to use her lithe limbs for flaunts of seduction in the future.
That was the first thought that came to her.
She still felt a great deal of pain, though, she noticed. And that was when the woman suddenly became aware of the deep gash right in the middle of her forehead.
Bewildered, Lina attempted to ignore the aches she felt all over her body and rotated to her belly, placing her palms onto the floor, trying to see if she could prop herself up to a kneeling position. She winced from her minor bruises. Slowly coming to her knees, her body trembling, she struggled to inhale a much-needed deep breath.
The woman shuddered a tad, her long, dark-brown hair dangling down in a mess over her face, as she remained for a moment on all fours, taking in some breaths of air. Nauseous, dazed, and with pain continuing to mount, she stared down to see blood dripping from her forehead, through her hair, and onto the floor. Reaching up to touch the center of her Forehead, she felt a moist gash excreting her vital fluids at a medium pace.
Realizing then that she may in fact not be fully aware of the severity of her Head injury, a sharp panicky sensation instantly returned to a greatly agitated Lina. In an effort to get to the first-aid kit in the bathroom, she pushed herself up as quickly as she could. Arising unsteadily in grief, with one hand clutching her forehead, she struggled with her attempts to remain calm. Sobbing in aggravation, she applied as much pressure as she could to the cranial gash with her right palm as she stumbled into the bathroom to fetch some gauze from the first-aid kit, blood and tears streaming down her face.
"Fuck!" she thought as she looked into the mirror to see her face covered in her emotive bodily fluids. She noticed Amrita sitting on the floor staring up at her.
"So much blood!" the thing said calmly as it rubbed up against the woman’s thighs, mechanically purring tenderly.
It took a great deal of effort and time to reduce the blood flow from her particularly serious head wound. After cleaning and dressing it, the woman staggered back to the flight deck to take a seat at the cockpit. The wound was pretty bad, sure to leave a deep scar, she thought, and it brought a fair amount of pain with it. But Lina, remembering how she had overcome major struggles in the past, felt she could get through this disturbing incident mostly unscathed.
Now seated at the cockpit, the woman frustratingly pushed the button to throw back the shutters to be greeted by, as a total shock, a mayhem of toxic blood-spattered sludge strewn with detached body parts and soiled articles unrecognizable, all heaped together, and pressed up against the glass dash.
Upon sight of this horrific spectacle, Lina had leapt back involuntarily, as an instinctive impulse, recklessly toppling backwards, Headfirst back down onto the floor.
Feeling that familiar opposing force condemning her, but with heightened intensity now, Magdalena let out a loud, agonizing cry as she laid there, her back to the floor once again.
"LACHRYLON!" she shouted, raising her fists in the air with rage. "I CAST CURSES UPON YOU, LACHRYLON!"
Then she softly muttered some sweet nothings into the air.
But Nothing happened.
Or, at least nothing seemed to happen.
There was no longer any doubt whatsoever in the woman’s mad mind that she wasn’t directly a target of quite the impractical joke. And although she had grown accustomed to seeing plenty of gore in her time, the sheer magnitude of it all directly before her Eyes now greatly disturbed her.
Her ship, she noticed now quite obviously, was definitely no longer soaring through the sky. She realized now that it must've been the coarse quakes of her craft plummeting toward a scorched Earth that had sent her tumbling to the floor, knocking her unconscious, causing her head wound. Back to the floor once more, her body aching immensely, a confounded Lina propped up on her elbows and lifted her head slightly to look at the grotesque scene through the glass dash.
She couldn’t quite seem to be able to get over how incredibly disturbed she was by it.
A very tense Lina then realized she hadn't taken a breath for about a full minute, too distracted being traumatized out of her mind.
Shuddering now, and taking in One full, deep breath with compulsory quivers, the woman felt somewhat pleased she was at least able to survive this crash-landing. Looking around at the reasonably disorderly cabin, she noticed that the protective force-field of the space-pod must’ve prevented the total obliteration of it. In total amazement, Lina Once again did not notice any life-threatening injuries. She struggled to come to her feet and then stumbled back toward the seat at the flight deck. She pounded on the button repeatedly with her fist to try and close the bay window's flaps, but nothing happened. It was jammed.
"Oh, you have got to be fucking KIDDING ME!!" Lina shrieked.
Then trying to calm herself a bit, the woman covered her Eyes with her right hand. She could no longer bear looking at the disaster she had crashed into. And it reeked with a most putrid stench. But within minutes, she felt compelled for some reason to take another peek.
Slightly parting her middle finger from her ring finger, Lina innocently took a quick gander at the wreckage, gasped, and then closed her fingers tightly back around her Eyes.
She didn't want to admit it to herself, but during that brief glance, she had just barely made out a disfigured corpse's bloodied face pressed up against the crystal glass dash amongst the rubble, its forehead containing a bulging Third Eye, its identity blotted out by ominous sediments smeared into its withering skin.
But its Three Eyes had been clearly visible and were all wide opened, somehow appearing to glare in more ways than three, directly at the battered Magdalena.
The Mother was utterly unnerved.
Then she completely lost her cool as she let out a wail and proceeded to pound the button with her left fist repeatedly, trying to see if the ship's dash could shut, as if the shutter could somehow become unstuck due to the increased force with which she was banging the button.
"CLOSE, GOD DAMMIT!" Lina screamed out whole-heartedly, her body throbbing in agony, still covering her Eyes with her right hand, her slashed, wrapped forehead pulsating vigorously.
She paused for a second as she heard a few sudden, jarring taps on the glass. Startled, she felt compelled to see what had caused the noise, although she really, really didn't want to.
Removing her hand slowly from her Eyes, a spell then befell her, and she could look nowhere else except straight ahead, into the three Eyes of the mangled face that was but One object amongst the littered disheveled fragments on the other side of the dash; it was those disturbing three beady Eyes that stuck out above the rest of the rubble, seeming to peer right through the glass, straight at the woman.
Magdalena did not see a body attached to this Head. She noticed, right at the part of the ship's glass dash that the head’s Third Eye seemed to stare through, a tiny triangular crack. And then, encircling the crack, more parts of the window began chipping in inlays of triangles of various positions, forming a tessellation of perfectly fractured triangles in the glass.
Lina gasped.
Then around those triangular chips in the glass came more triangular chips. Bedazzled, and in great fear, Magdalena watched as more and more cracks of perfectly-formed triangles were being made in the glass, always around the previous cracks, radiating outward from the original crack, beside the Third Eye in the Forehead of the mangled face that eerily gaped at her. This was a haunting spectacle that sent bone-tingling shivers up Lina’s spine.
Freaking out now in full-force, and fearing that the dash may shatter, Lina turned around and hobbled in torment as fast as her bruised body could bring her, toward her small bedroom at the back of the craft.
She tripped, falling on her wounds, cursed aloud.
Getting back up, she raced rapidly to her bedroom door. She frantically pressed the button on the wall to part the two midway panels of the horizontally sliding door, burst in, and banged on the lock button on the other side as the silvery door panels clamped together and sealed shut.
