My Only Sunshine | By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 5832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Beep.
Lynn Sr. walked into the sterile, white room, his hands deep in his pockets. "How is she?"
Ba-beep.
Rita looked up from the bedside chair where she was holding her daughter's hand. "Sh-she's not, not doing so well, Lynn…"
Beep.
He stepped over and looked at his little girl.
Ba-beep.
Blisters and bruises covered her whole body, from head to toe.
Beep.
His eyes filled with tears as he reached down and swept back her messy blonde bangs. He laid a kiss on her pale, clammy skin. "Please, Lana… p-please come back to us."
Ba-beep.
Rita looked over at her daughter, seeing her eyes blinking rapidly. "What do you think she's dreaming of?"
Lynn caressed his daughter's head, threading his fingers in her hair. "I hope it's something nice…"
Beep.
They remained in uncomfortable silence, the air stuffy and hard to breathe. Whether it was the harsh chemicals used to clean the room, the overpowering scented spray used to freshen it, or the frail, weak pulse Lynn could feel from Lana's throat was anyone's guess.
He looked over to his wife. "What did the doctor say?"
Ba-beep.
She coughed out a sob, wiping her eyes with a wet hand, her other firmly clasping her daughter's motionless fingers. "She had to be put on vitamin K, it… it's all they can r-really do… I-I told them…"
He looked at her expectantly. "Yeah…?"
Beep.
"I told him… that she yelled in pain a-and grabbed her head before she fainted… and he… h-he isn't sure she'll make it, Lynn!"
He looked down at his little girl's hair, seeing dark spots partially hidden by golden locks. He gulped, feeling tears gather in his eyes. "Do they know what it was?"
Ba-beep.
"H-he thinks it was a… a-a hemorrhage…"
He sat down next to his daughter, careful not to pull on the thick IV jutting out of her arm. His baby girl. So small among all the equipment, the wires and tubes; carrying things away from and to her body that he'd rather not think about… that he'd prayed he'd never have to see…
"It… there was… brain s-swelling and he thinks she's…"
Beep.
His teary eyes turned toward hers, his hand moving toward Lana's shoulder and clasping her… feeling what tiny bit of life remained in her body.
He reached his other hand over his daughter's weak body and laid it on his wife's shaking hand.
"Sh-she's in a coma and she… m-might not wake up…"
Ba-beep.
He nodded his head solemnly, focusing his eyes on Lana's face once again… memorizing everything he could about her.
Would she sleep for a few days? A few months? A few years?
His heart broke when he thought of everything she'd miss. He sobbed suddenly when he thought of his other precious baby… lying underneath a sterile, white sheet in a cold, dark room.
That's where he'd come from… They were needed to identify the body… His wife wasn't strong enough. He wasn't strong! But it had to be done… just seeing her lifeless, scarred face on that metal cart, looking so much like Lana was right then…
Be-
Their hearts ran up their throats when a loud noise exploded in their ears, a terrifying ringing. A second later another one started behind them in the hallway… and another farther down in some unknown place.
Instinctually, his eyes turned toward the heart monitor and saw a single, unmoving line.
His heart turned to ice, the blood chilling in his veins… as Rita's screams soon joined the painful beep.
A male nurse shouldered him as he flung himself to the bed; Lynn watched with soulless eyes as he planted his hands on her tiny chest and began pumping against it… her ribs depressing dangerously with each thrust.
He heard a woman yelling out repeatedly, "COLD BLUE!"
He watched that man try to save his daughter's life for half a minute when a group of six men and women rushed in, in pristine white scrubs, pale green hair nets and face masks… the last was rolling a machine in…
They moved like clockwork, one removing the tube from Lana's IV and replacing it with a different, strange tube, a different, strange liquid flowing into her veins… Another relieved the nurse, pounding away at her chest… Another opened her tiny, bruised lips and slipped a plastic filter inside, and began giving her breaths of life during every break…
The sixth one pulled off two squares of metal and began rubbing them together.
"Charging."
Lynn barely noticed as someone dragged his screaming wife out the door… didn't even notice when the nurse gripped his shoulders and pushed him away from the bed.
The last thing he would remember of his precious, darling angel…
"Clear!"
…was her body jolting into the air as electricity surged through a deceased heart.
Darkness.
Lazy eyes blinked open, squinting as the harsh beams of sunlight bit at them painfully.
Luan groaned, her head blazing in agonizing fire. She squirmed, trying to turn over, but found she could hardly move.
Her eyes slowly opened, and the first thing she saw was trees. Trees everywhere. Moss growing up the side of that one. Vines strangling that other one. A strong oak tree with a thick canopy providing shade on-
She gasped. Luna!
Her sister was tied to a chair, her head lolled upon her chest. Her left arm and the hair on her head had a dark, dry crust on them, and Luan had a sneaking suspicion that it was blood.
She was so confused. Why was her beloved angel chained to a chair out in the middle of the woods!?
She looked down at her own body and felt another gasp rip out of her lungs.
She was chained up, too…
A sharp giggling sound erupted in the forest, causing a swarm of birds to flee for their lives.
Suddenly, everything was quiet.
No birds chirping.
No squirrels playing.
Nothing… except for the faint crunch of leaves, as that giggling returned.
"Wakey, wakey, little mice~"
Something came out from behind one particularly hideous, dead tree… and it glinted under the sunlight spilling through the canopy.
Luan's throated bobbed. A knife!
Long, matted hair, caked in dried blood and leaves, swished out into the open, as a girl stepped out. Her nightgown slashed where her breasts were, fallen open and revealing fresh cuts and partially clotted blood. Two little feet, once perfect and snow white, were coated in dirt and wet leaves, slick from the evening dew.
Leni's smiling face and wide, manic eyes tilted from side to side as she hummed a nonsensical melody. She held the blade in one hand, touching the tip to her other hand's index finger… not even caring she was slowly drawing blood.
Luan's heart raced an erratic rhythm as she watched the deranged girl slowly strut behind her precious Luna and lean over the rocker's back.
Leni gripped her sister's cheek and lifted her bruised face up to her eyes.
Luna's eyes were slowly blinking open and the sight made her heart titillate in pure joy.
Oh, goody! Both mice will be awake for the grand finale!
Leni stepped around the chair and stood before Luna, she reached her free hand back and swung it through the air.
SLAP!
Luna's face crashed into her shoulder. She gave out a pained moan as her eyes slowly blinked open, stinging with fresh tears.
"Stop it!"
Leni's delirious smile turned around slowly, her neck cricking when her shoulders failed to turn as well. Looking over her shoulder, she tilted her head away from her body and gave Luan pouty lips. "Awww~ She doesn't wike it when I hurt her wittle Wuna…"
Luan growled, throwing her arms against the chains. "This wasn't a part of the plan!"
Leni turned her body around, her face not moving an inch… and she slowly walked over. She could feel Luan's hatred roiling off in thick, tense waves and it made her heart speed up. So excited, aren't we, little mouse?
She sat down on Luan's lap and laid the knife against her throat. "What plan are you talking about, little mouse~?"
Luan's breath hitched as icy steel rested against her vulnerable neck. Her pupils dilated in fear as ice swept over her chest. She looked at her sister with pleading eyes. "We were supposed to get rid of Lynn! Then, I would have Luna all to myself, and you would have Lincoln…"
Leni laughed, throwing her head into her sister's dark hair as humor boiled out of her lungs in guffaws. "Oh, that is the funniest joke you've ever said!"
She bopped her sister on the nose with a playful finger before she suddenly jumped up and skipped over to a bag lying by a tree.
Luan's heart skipped beats when Leni pulled out scissors and string. Lots and lots of string.
Leni bounced back over and sat in the dirt in between both sisters. Not caring that bugs began crawling up her body, she began braiding a fine rope.
Luan glanced at her sister, seeing Luna's eyes barely open before they closed again with a groan. Her heart broke, but remained steadfast because her lover was still alive.
"Leni, please. Let us go! I promise we won't touch Linc!"
The dazed girl giggled as her shiny scissors cut a piece of string without remorse…
Luan's throat bobbed as she imagined that string was Luna's neck, cut in two, her head falling to the earth…
"You're such a stupid mouse~"
Luan kept pleading, begging… offering her own life, just so that Luna could go free.
But nothing would sway Leni as her rope grew in length… five feet now.
Luna's head slowly raised, her eyes blinking open. She moaned, squinting her eyes shut as a wave of nausea overtook her system. She took deep breaths and opened her eyes again. The sunlight was more agreeable that time around.
She saw Leni sitting on the ground before her, dirty, cut up, and laughing like she didn't have a care in the world.
A granddaddy long leg sat perched on her aquamarine shoulder…
Didn't she care at all?
Is this even Leni?
Farther on, she could see her sister Luan chained to a chair and her heart stopped in her throat.
No…
She looked down at her own chains…
Nonono…!
She heard Luan sob pitifully and she felt her own tears well up in her eyes. She closed her eyes in a silent prayer.
Please, let me die, and her live.
Her eyes opened when she heard Leni stand up, holding a twenty foot long rope.
She watched with dread as Leni knelt by Luan's chair and tied the rope around the front legs.
Her heart stilled when Leni slowly turned and walked toward her.
The giggly girl pulled out a slender seafoam green bit of plastic and Luna's eyes widened when she realized it was a vibrator.
Leni knelt before her and pushed her nightshirt up to her waist. With no shame, she grabbed Luna's panties and jerked them forward.
Luna yelped when Leni whipped out her knife and cut the garment away, the slick, icy steel grazing her unprotected womanhood.
Leni looked into her sister's frightened eyes, her own unblinking, as she touched her sister's sex for the first time.
Luna bit her lip to stifle her gasp, her cheeks blushing fiercely.
Luan felt tears pouring down her cheeks, hot and heavy, as her heart fell. It should be me on my knees at my sister's altar… A soul-wrenching sob broke out of her chest.
Leni hummed as she stared unblinkingly at her sister's pink core. "Hmm…" She leant back, ignoring Luna's blushing face and strange breathing. She took the vibrator and slowly carved a hole near the end with her knife.
Luan glared at her, her face beet red. Baring her teeth, she rocked her chair side to side… her heart stopping for one whole second when it felt like she was going to fall backward…
Then, Leni was in her face, holding her up by just the scruff of her shirt collar. She giggled. "I'd be careful if I were you. It's a long way to the bottom. I bet you'd make a huuuuge splat! Hahaha!"
Dropping the chair back into place, Leni turned away and threaded the rope in the sex toy, knotting it. She turned back toward Luna with hazy eyes.
Luna strained to see behind Luan… but it only looked like a drop off. Her mind was racing for possibilities, her heart praying erratically. Please, please, pl-pl-please! Take me in her place!
Leni knelt between Luna's bruised legs and laid the toy at her sister's lips. Looking in her sister's wide, fearful eyes she thrusted with all her strength, her soul delighting when she felt her body tear, saw blood drip from her violated lips.
She let out one long, deep moan just as Luna sobbed an agonizing whimper.
Leni lifted Luna's left leg and coiled the rope around it a few times.
Stepping back she looked at Luna.
Then, Luan…
And then, Luna…
And she nodded to herself with a faint, thin-lipped smile.
She strolled back to Luan with her arms outstretched.
Luna blinked away her tears, stuffing her whimpers inside her body. "D-don't go near her…"
Leni ignored her as she grabbed the chair and pushed it slowly toward the cliff…
Luan could feel nothing as she stared at her sister's tearful, terrified eyes. Then, suddenly her world fell away when she tipped back… only to stop at the same moment she heard Luna scream.
Leni watched as that rope burnt along Luna's skin. She relished as the poor girl squeezed her thighs together to hold the rope in place, unintentionally driving the vibrator deeper inside her bleeding core.
Luna's eyes burned with heat as Leni skipped over with a giggle.
When the vibrator was turned onto its max setting, she cried out, her knees trembling… the cord gave way for a millisecond and Luan's sudden scream tore through her very soul before she put all of her energy into squeezing her thighs together again.
Leni stood back and admired her handiwork.
"Oh, Luan?"
The poor girl was crying too much to respond.
"Being in love is such a wonderful thing, isn't it!?"
She turned and danced away, twirling and skipping and singing out her heart's joy…
While behind her two sisters' soft cries filled the forest like a dark melody.
A hazy puff of sickly green air puffed out of the vent like a mushroom cloud, falling back onto the floor in a splattering effect. It ran swiftly around the room, quickly filling every crevice on the ground. It crept up the four spindly legs of a bed, and fell over onto a blanket.
One button nose breathed in softly. In and out; puffing gently against the sickly air as it huddled around. Without preamble, the gas swept over her nostrils and Lori sucked in a deep breath of toxin.
Her eyes shot open the same second her lungs hacked.
Her body sat up, her throat burning with each whooping cough.
Her startled, piercing eyes looked around the room, only to see that same pale gas covering everything.
Another fit of coughing seized her body and she threw an arm up to her lips.
Her chest trembled in pain with each passing breath, every exhale turning into a anguished cough.
When her arm moved away, she saw blood spilt on it and her eyes widened.
She lifted the covers, and faintly noticed how weak she was feeling.
She put down a foot and moved her weight to it, only for it to give out on her.
She fell, the gas puffing around her.
The window. She needed to open the window so the gas could escape and she could live.
She tried crawling to it, but her body felt like lead.
She tried to look up through the fog, but she couldn't see anything. Her eyes were burning, but when she blinked she didn't notice any darkness. Only hellish vapors seared into the very membranes of her eyes.
Her hand bumped into the wall, and with all her remaining strength she lifted herself to one knee. It burnt and she could feel a hot ooze (Blood!?) running down her leg… both of them. She could feel a painful itch on her arms.
Her body wracked with pain and coughing, her eyes unseeing, finally a single hand found the window latch…
But when she tried to grab it, her hand slid off, smearing blood in its wake.
Her head crashed into the floor, her body curling in on itself.
She could feel that gas seeping into her skin, into her bloodstream… burning her from the inside out and the outside in like hellfire.
She thought of Leni on that fateful day… when she was the only source of comfort her grieving soul had as her whole world shattered around her… and her burnt eyes released the last few tears remaining, rolling down blistered, bleeding cheeks… until the caustic gas swallowed them whole.
You truly were… my…. m-my only sunshine…
The gas covered her body like a fog upon the mountain, uncaring of the soul that fled its prized kill.
Lynn saw the pale gas come up from the vent, moving slowly toward her body.
Her eyes turned toward her dead sister. Then turned toward the knife stuck in the floor.
She moved her sister into the coffin and laid beside her. Her good hand grabbed the knife and laid it on her stomach.
With a sudden fwoosh, the lid slammed shut on her, covering her world in darkness.
She laid a hand on her sister's cheek and leaned over to kiss her cooling lips.
Tears were falling from her eyes, landing on Lucy's cheeks.
Her hand moving on autopilot, it gripped the knife and laid the point above her heart.
She kissed her sister again, passionately, running her tongue along the corpse's lifeless lips.
The knife pressed through her shirt, drawing a bead of blood.
She laid her head on her sister's shoulder, rested her plastered arm on her sister's torso…
Staring at the dark roof of their tomb, she imagined her sister was waiting for her with open arms and warm lips and a beating heart. A golden sunshine fell around Lucy's heavenly body like a cloak or purity, and Lynn sighed in yearning.
She closed her eyes and she could hear her sister begging for her to step into her arms, rest her weary head in her bosom.
"I'm coming, my love."
She pressed with all her strength, wedging the knife between two ribs.
She screamed in agony as she pressed on, feeling her skin and muscle tear asunder.
"Come to me, Lynn," Lucy beckoned.
She pressed again, feeling her ribs move, blood flowing down her chest. Her teeth gnashed together, and she felt one chip apart; her brain overloading on pain.
At long last her bones gave way, and the knife fell into her bosom as swiftly as Lynn fell into her sister's arms.
The sickly green gas trickled into the coffin, searching for any signs of life. It flowed and swished and corrupted everything it touched with fire and agony until it came across a little nose.
And it moved on to the next body…
For no life remained.
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