Lydia Martin screams (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lydiascreams) wrote2014-11-08 10:42 pm
lydiascreams) wrote2014-11-08 10:42 pm
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[019. Pushing on I can't escape]
[Spam - Open to people who'd come into her cabin]
[The second she steps inside her cabin, she knows something's off. Ever since the blackout, she's been staying at Stiles' or Alison's. She hasn't been back because she knows how much more dangerous Jerry can be in the dark and he has hurt enough people as is.
But she can't quite put her finger on what's happening. Not until she sees it. The words carved on the wall above her bed read Stephen, Mickey. Who's next? And while that's enough to get a rise out of her, it's the object used to make out the question mark that really makes her angry.
Allison's silver arrowhead. The one Lydia picked up from the school grounds the morning after Aiden was killed. The one her best friend made the night of her death. A token she chose to keep as a reminder why she couldn't fail again.
And to see it used in this manner. As Jerry tells her he wants to get Allison demoted, too makes her wanna scream.
Before Lydia can think this through, she gets up on her bed and reaches for the arrowhead, with every intent to pull it off the wall before anyone else can see it. She's not even rationalizing her actions and it's not until she sees the blood running down her hand and arm that she realizes she's cut herself on it.]
[Video - Open but filtered against Jerry]
[It's a couple of hours later until she makes this video and she's keeping her bandaged hand out of the camera's view.
She looks unusually angry, mostly because she feels like switching cabins feels like running, like giving up. And Lydia Martin doesn't give up. But she knows she can't mountain ash her door or sleep over in Stiles' cabin forever.]
If anyone's looking for me, I've changed cabins. I rather not publicly say where I'm staying now but if you need to know, ask and I'll tell you in private.
[The second she steps inside her cabin, she knows something's off. Ever since the blackout, she's been staying at Stiles' or Alison's. She hasn't been back because she knows how much more dangerous Jerry can be in the dark and he has hurt enough people as is.
But she can't quite put her finger on what's happening. Not until she sees it. The words carved on the wall above her bed read Stephen, Mickey. Who's next? And while that's enough to get a rise out of her, it's the object used to make out the question mark that really makes her angry.
Allison's silver arrowhead. The one Lydia picked up from the school grounds the morning after Aiden was killed. The one her best friend made the night of her death. A token she chose to keep as a reminder why she couldn't fail again.
And to see it used in this manner. As Jerry tells her he wants to get Allison demoted, too makes her wanna scream.
Before Lydia can think this through, she gets up on her bed and reaches for the arrowhead, with every intent to pull it off the wall before anyone else can see it. She's not even rationalizing her actions and it's not until she sees the blood running down her hand and arm that she realizes she's cut herself on it.]
[Video - Open but filtered against Jerry]
[It's a couple of hours later until she makes this video and she's keeping her bandaged hand out of the camera's view.
She looks unusually angry, mostly because she feels like switching cabins feels like running, like giving up. And Lydia Martin doesn't give up. But she knows she can't mountain ash her door or sleep over in Stiles' cabin forever.]
If anyone's looking for me, I've changed cabins. I rather not publicly say where I'm staying now but if you need to know, ask and I'll tell you in private.
[VIDEO; BFF filter]
[Yes. Too calm. And Allison isn't demanding to know why right away. She doesn't like it. And her stomach tightens when she remembers the message she found earlier. Is it already working?]
Are you okay?
[VIDEO; BFF filter]
She's protecting her friends from Jerry. She's doing what has to be done...she won't let him prey on her family, violate them with his blood the way he did to her...
She's not going to let him touch another living person as long as she draws breath, much less her pack.]
Depends...did he bite you again?
[VIDEO; BFF filter]
[And that look in her eyes, that smile. They make Lydia's stomach drop. Is she really too late? Is Allison too far gone?
No, she can't believe that. she refuses to.]
Whatever it is you're thinking of doing, stop it, Allison.
[VIDEO; BFF filter]
Stopping me is not your job anymore. You have one job, and one job only.
[She doesn't care if she's close to demotion or not. The idea does scare her...and she wonders if that's what's keeping her from tipping over the edge: the fact that she still thought about it, that she's scared of it, that she still cares just a little bit more about her deal...
She just can't let them fall victim to him the way she did. They don't know how much worse it can get.
Revenge is rage...it burns so bad it hurts, but she's been living with it until now, but this isn't revenge. This is protecting her loved ones from worse than a bite.
Nothing, and no one, is safe from her when they are in danger.]
You have exactly one job now: if you see him? You scream, and you run. I don't care if he's anywhere near you or not, you scream and you run.
[Finally, something shows in her expression: a flicker of brightness in her eyes, a tremor in her lower lip, a flare of nostrils as she struggles for a single breath.
Fear. The kind of fear that Allison Argent doesn't show...raw, helpless, and all-consuming.
It's there for an instant, and then it's gone.]
You scream like you could kill him with the sound of your voice alone. Do you understand?
[VIDEO; BFF filter]
She doesn't blame Allison for the most part. She blames Jerry. Because she knows it's working. She knows he's getting to them. She knows he's setting his plan in motion and she needs to stop it.]
No. I'm not running. I'm not hiding. That isn't my job. Just like your job isn't to protect me. To keep throwing yourself in harm's way for me.
[Although her voice wavers at the very clear memory of coming out of that tunnel and finding her best friend's lifeless body on the ground. Although her eyes tear up, she takes a deep breath and sets her jaw, then keeps going.]
If that's all you think of me. If that's all you want to do for me, then we're done.
I'm not watching you die again. I'm not letting you talk to me like this is your duty. This is not what I want from you or for you. And if I'm the one you're supposed to protect, then I'll refuse your protection. I'll refuse your stupid decisions, I'll refuse your stupid notion that you have to die for us over and over again.
This is not who I need my best friend to be.
[And with that, she disconnects the call.]
[VOICE; BFF filter] cw: descriptions of vampire biteyness, blood, and Jerry's skeevy behavior
We're done.
It's worse than their fight after Jackson's arrival to the Barge. It's worse than knowing about her own death. It's worse than breaking up with Scott, because coming home for this has been the only thing Allison had to keep her going for so long. Having her friends safe, protecting them, surrounding herself with them...
She knows this feeling. She remembers it well. It danced in front of her eyes, curling as it blackened, the heat of flame warming that cold place inside her where the tears came from.
This was the feeling of strings sliding around her wrists and ankles and throat so the puppetmaster could play.
This was what she felt when Gerard took over.
She swallows thickly, blinks away the tears too easily...and switches her comm back onto voice.]
We're not done yet. I didn't sit around and let someone wearing your face slap me around at will to be done that quickly.
[Her voice is quiet again, even...empty.]
Don't let Jerry feed you his blood. It's like a drug, and at full strength it only takes a drop or two. He's strong enough, at full power, to immobilize you completely...cut a finger on his fang, then shove it in your mouth until you swallow.
You'll have no choice. You won't be able to move...you'll barely be able to think. You'll be completely at his mercy as he sinks his teeth in...as he wraps his arm around your waist, as he touches your hair...as he holds you like Stiles would.
[Her voice cracks once. She goes quiet just long enough to steady, then she continues...flat, factual.]
You won't even be able to scream when it hurts. And it does hurt, you know it hurts. All those teeth, those vicious little shakes of his head when the blood stops flowing fast enough, it hurts like hell. With his blood in your system, you won't even be able to call for help when he's done and just leaves you there, still locked inside your own body, too far under to even pray that someone will find you quickly.
He won't kill you, though. That'll end his fun...and do me one favor, will you? If he does catch you, if you don't scream in time? Try to scream before he gets his blood down your throat. Scott, Isaac, even Jackson can find you and put him down.
Scott and Kira were inmates on the other Barge...that's why I didn't. Why I couldn't.
[And for one second, one terrifying moment, she's back there again, screaming inside her own head as Tig tries to snap her out of it, shaking with gratitude for the simple ability to say his name out loud when Jerry's blood finally loosed its hold on her.
She pushes the moment away with a barely audible, shaky sigh.]
Okay. Now we're done.
[And this time, it's Allison's turn to kill the line.]