Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Results of watching Orphan Black
The girl was delusional. She moved slowly as if she would jump and pounce at any second. Like a tiger. Preying. Hunting. She wore a smile that never wavered. Her hair was a dried and confused. She was locked in her room. Was. That was earlier. She snuckout from a hole she made under the floor boards. Now? She was holding my knife, playfully drawing invisible swirls and loops infront of Dan. Her other hand held the knife Dan had gotten to defend himself. The two were on top of the staircase in front on me. She knew I was there, but only spoke to him. He was in shock, unable to move and just willing the girl to go away with silent word running theough his heart, mind, and body. Me? I stood there, a new knife in my hand. I look to the girl and don't take my eye off. I had to think fast, act faster. That was the only way. My muscles were tense. My heart was... I couldn't even feel was it was doing - my mind so focused on getting this right. I had to get it right. I was scared stiff of just thinking what the knife would feel like when she jabs it into my arm. My shoulder. It was anyone's guess where she would jab me with it. I just knew she'd attack me if I made a move and gave her time to think about it. But if I stood here forever, halfway up the staircase, she would get tired. She'd start carving Into Dan. Me. Herself. Though ha! Would that be grand if she cut herself instead? My problem would be gone. But no. I couldn't take the chance.
I walked up cautiously. Then struck. Aimed for her head. It was the only way I could think of that would slow her down and not give her time to ignore the wound and attack someone else. But my missed. My knife slid off her skull. The girl didn't yelp or scream or jump. She moved her head one side then swung it slowly it slowly towards me and her blank malicious eyes stared at me and dared me to strike again. After the first attempt my arm just felt weak. I started to doubt myself. Tried to rethink what was wrong. Couldn't find anything. Maybe I didn't strike hard enough? My angle was wrong? I didn't anticipate the skull being so hard? She has a thick head? I genuinely didn't have the power to stab a knife into a head no matter the importance. I knew if I didn't finish up my thinking and didn't start doing SOMETHING, I would be the one with a knife in my head. Or worse, a knife in my heart, gut, or somewhere with voluntary muscles. She widens her smile, moves her hand toward me, and before she could jump, my fear took ahold of me and without thinking my knife goes up and back down into her head. I felt the knife as it sliced through the thin layer of soft flesh, cracked her skull, and made it into the brain. I let go as soon as I realized what I was doing and stared in horror. Part in horror, part in relief, part in shock, part in fear of what could entail. The girl was swaying still smiling. Dan was still, unmoving, still in the same position he'd been in for the past 5minutes. I was slowly backing away, wanting to run away and not waiting around to see if she'd jump up and attack, but also too scared to turn my back on what I'd just done.
I finally looked at where is wounded the girl for the first time. It wasn't perfectly in the middle of her head it didn't go straight down and beautifully fit in like in movies. This was in the side of her head near the front and instead of going through pure brains like it felt like, it looked like it just skimmed the brain, landing along the inside if the skull. Now I was scared I hadn't hurt her enough and her mental state led her to ignore the injury. But thankfully, I was wrong. She slowly laid her self down and rested her head on Dans chest, the blood now staining her hair and the knife sticking out in Dans ace. I started to breath normally. I relaxed. I saw Dan still tense and I saw his unwavering eyes drawn to her. Finally her looked to me, and breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back on the ground. With the girl dead on top of him, the knife jutting out of her head, him laying down on top of the stairs with one leg down the stairs, he looked pretty dead himself. Except when you saw his eyes wide and blinking with joy.