Claudia's words rumbled in her ears like dire prophecies about her immediate future. She did not want to become a garden bed for the Black Hellebore.The gurgling sound got closer and closer as she cautiously stepped forward, until finally a suffocatingly sweet smell hit her nose, somehow subtly familiar. But she did not have time to think about where she could breathe this cloying sweetness. Two barite flashes flashed in front of her and ... she was on fire.Stone walls. My work hangs along the walls. High ceiling. Wooden floors. Desktop with many blanks and my tools. My house. And my house is on fire! My whole life's work is on fire! My masks, blanks, everything melts and turns into nothing right before our eyes, and the flame becomes more and more violent. I am trapped. Burning wooden beams will soon collapse on me, and I am locked up, all around is fire, the heat of which is already melting me. We need to run, but where? The flame is blinding, disorienting, and the rapidly burning
There was no chance that some familiar nightmare would visit me that night. Alas, the new horrors took a liking to me in the first place, pushing their "colleagues".Fire. The panic that has shackled me does not allow me to move, for the first time nothing tightens my wrists, but this will hardly help me get out of the second floor of my burning house. Everything I love is on fire here. Everything that I live by turns into nothing before my eyes, and the fire is already coming close to me."Get out, gotta get out!" - I think in panic, but where to go if the fire is everywhere?Window? Where is the stairs to the first floor? How to protect yourself from fire? How not to suffocate in the smoke?!The flames are only getting fiercer. And the smoke corrodes the eyes and breaks the lungs, making it difficult to carry out the plan for one's own salvation. Without looking at the road, I move somewhere, feeling the heat everywhere. The realization beats in my head that if the windows burst, th
A hot, like a hot coal, hand, with a lightning movement, put into her palm a flask-flask familiar with every irregularity, the loss of which she discovered the night before. Complete and already open. A flash of crazy hope drove them away, dissatisfied with such impudence , only for a moment, but this moment was enough to drink everything from the flask in one gulp, and, pressing it to his chest, finally fall to the floor of the Circus, rolling onto his back.- One! she croaked, feeling her body trembling in convulsions begin to freeze.- Two! The right arm began to feel numb.- Three! - Precious oxygen quickly flew into the lungs with a promise that the struggle is not over, but life goes on.However, such a promise on the thatched floor of the dark tent of the Devil's Circus sounded like a mockery. Nightmare memories that haunt her every night that she chose not to tell Claudia about. Nocturnal animals that even after ten months will not miss their chance to tear her body into pate.
"Devil!" Bad suspicions began to form as she shook her head.“It helped drive them away. I didn’t ask,” she murmured to the growing beating of her heart, her eyes wide with horror.“Idiot, what stopped me from asking?!”“Perhaps this tincture by itself can ward off… Them , but it has one extra ingredient added to it. Black Frostbite. Now, Alice, you better tell the truth! - the voice of the Man did not tolerate objections, but the girl was not going to rebel and nodded stifledly. At what point did you start having nightmares? Unusual nightmares.- I ... Where are you from ... - Fox squeaked, feeling herself losing ground under her feet.“If you pretend you don’t know what I’m asking about, I’ll make you look me in the eyes!” he threatened in a velvety voice, moving from the chair closer to her to the sofa. — What will you see?- Don't, I'll tell you! I see the flame ! Alice buried herself in her cloak almost to the very eyebrows, as if this could save her. “It all started on the secon
The city is no better. The fire seemed to have torn off their false guises from the townspeople. Once all the doors were open for me, I was greeted with smiles, thanked for the work, they promised patronage ... now the doors are closed. Nobody smiles. An ugly cripple without a craft. Nobody wants to deal with ugliness, another thing is a beautiful face, fame spanning several cities, wealth and honorable skill. The human soul shows itself to be a rotten, fetid substance. The world is ugly, people are even uglier.“Enough, please, stop! I can not take it anymore!" I can't stand it, trying to get out of this despair. All the pain, all the anger, all of his life goes through me, making me feel absolutely everything, like I'm a naked nerve. My fingers feel it again, but only for a moment, and then the torture session returns. Painfully. Too painful. I try to escape from these memories, but in vain."Please, I want back!"“You've gone too deep. You will have to see everything to return. Be
“This is like a dream,” a strange veil begins to tighten my head, but the pressure on my unfortunate scar drives it away.My workshop awaits me in my tent. All burnt tools. Everything that was previously devoured by fire is waiting for me. The cloyingly sweet smell of Black Hellebore wafts through the workshop. A small bouquet is on the table. It's time to create. Create masks. Special masks.I know what to do and I know how to do it. Rub the flower on the inside of the mask. Choose an image that suits the inner ugliness of a person. It is worth putting on a mask, and a person will forget himself. They will merge with the mask, and even the body will change shape. And when the last memories dissolve, there will be no turning back.— Alice?"I remember. I remember who I am! - starts buzzing in my head. My words are only partly true. I'm starting to forget.- Now…Annette's friend is transformed into a spider-like monster by the power of a curse, spreading fear and obsession among young
“Don’t misunderstand me,” the Man’s eyes sparkled demonically, “I have nothing against people who ooze with fetid vices to suffer. But even for me , this method of reprisal is too cruel.— Good Samaritan! Lis couldn't resist. - And bury them as fertilizer? Also a gesture of mercy?“There is no mercy in this city, and I haven’t seen it in the outside world either!” Your patroness is a perfect example of this. She poisons assistants so as not to risk her own life! - only from this slight wave of his rage, Fox pressed into the back of the sofa, squeezing his temples with tension. “The dead need to go somewhere. And from such Hellebore-saturated bodies, flowers grow better, more often, and the effect of them is much stronger.- How many were there? the voice trembled.- More than fifty. Of course, not everyone was poisoned by Hellebore to that extent. Some, like you, calmly drank "magic teas". They were especially fun ! - from these words, the insides of the Foxes made a small somersault.
After a night in Brantford, meeting Them , riding the waves of The Man's memory, accepting the existence of witches, realizing the betrayal of the only ally in the city, and even desperately trying to become a weirdo, this was the moment that the Foxes' cup of endurance overflowed. With a loud scream, she managed to escape from the hands of the Man. Resoundingly hitting her back on the floor, she freed herself from the cocoon of her cloak, crawled behind the sofa and hid behind the high back like a child. Once again, her antics made the Man freeze in place in surprise.“What… what was that?! - continuing to hide from him, Alice asked angrily, breathing heavily and almost breaking into a scream."Witches, sorcerers... go to your Hogwarts and leave normal people alone!"Did my face scare you ? The man took a step towards her. "The ugliness didn't scare you!" - One more step. “She offered to make you a weirdo!” A step, and only a sofa separated them. And you calmly admitted the presence