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The Apple Chapter 2: Frozen
The screaming never stopped. Incessant and shrill, with no discernible beginning or end, it had taken her a long time before she realized it was her own screams sounding in her head- but no amount of struggle brought them to reality.
I can't take this anymore! I'd rather die...
She tried again to bring her screams to the surface, knowing it was hopeless. Her mouth was frozen in her comatose state, but she was still functioning mentally- though she feared the demented visions and sound of her own screams were slowly driving her mad. She could not alert anyone to the fact she was still alive, trapped inside her paralyzed body with a tiny piece of apple sitting on her tongue. Thanks to the steady supply of toxins that sliver provided, grotesque images of harm befalling her loved ones swirled constantly in her head, the sound of their screams mixing with her own- the result was a cacophonous symphony of death.
She was unable to ignore the sounds, but thought she could handle them despite their pressing and disturbing nature. The true tortures were the visuals- extremely dark and violent, they threatened the health of her very soul. The injustice of it all was crippling- here lies Snow White, fairest of them all in beauty and in spirit- doomed to a forced eternity of hallucination behind closed eyelids. She tried- desperately at first- to envision happy memories and visions of the handsome prince or her wonderful friends- but their faces would twist in pain, their bodies convulse, limbs bending and snapping and contorting in awful ways. Each good memory she brought to the forefront of her mind was immediately sacrificed and changed into a bad one. Holding on to them was like trying to hold on to a single strand of wheat between two fingers while sand was poured violently through her hands. Needless to say, Snow had long since ceased the 'happy memory' practice.
How long had she been here…months, years? There was no way to tell. She decided to run through the facts again. In truth, there was very little she was able to comprehend in the midst of her predicament. Each individual trail of thought was chopped and scattered by fresh screams taking to it like a knife. She often ran through events she could remember...the problem was continuing long enough for logic to prevail in piecing the timeframe together. Think Snow! Think... In the beginning, she took the bite and collapsed into her current state. The dwarves had come home at some point to find her lying across the slats of the old wooden floor. She knew this because she remembered hearing their panicked wails and sobs- even now she could hear them over the internal screaming- as they tried their best to revive her. She could still recall the feeling of rough hands trying to pry her mouth open to release the piece of apple- to no avail, of course. Her jaw was rigid and unmoving, a strong spell keeping the apple in its place. Eventually they had given up. The next milestone she could recall was being placed on a soft surface and carried... it had most likely been a funeral of some kind. Before that point she knew there was no way she could be more afraid of her situation: but the knowledge sunk in as they carried her- they believed she was dead and she was going to be put deep in the hard ground and forgotten forever. She panicked and flailed harder than ever, screamed louder, and cried each of their names over and over. Unfortunately, to them she appeared as a perfect angel, sleeping soundly and dreaming of heaven. She started to picture Grumpy, embarrassed and smiling after she kissed the peak of his bald head as he left for work. Grief flooded her immobile body, and had any physical manifestation of emotion been possible, tears would have started streaming down her face. How was he doing? Did he miss her? Was he being taken care of? His smile was so wonderful, she thought. She could see the sparkle in his eyes and the color in his cheeks... but now the sparkle disappeared, his pupils turning a dark, unyielding black. No... please... but it was too late. Grumpy's eyes widened as they turned black, his pupils expanding till no white was visible. The darkness spilled over the brim of his lower lids in the form of a liquid with a viscosity closer resembling runny mud. The disgusting concoction continued to gurgle from his eye sockets, dribbling down his now colorless cheeks and neck. His mouth was curled downwards into a snarl, and he held perfectly still while facing her direction. She felt that the eyes- if you could call them eyes- were watching her as they oozed. His head then started to tilt to one side, slow and controlled... but the movement didn't stop. His head continued to turn until she heard a loud snap as his neck broke. His head now hung at an unnatural angle, but the eyes still pointed towards her, boring into her as she screamed. The sludge pouring from his eyes continued to flow, trailing down and soaking into his cherry red shirt. He started taking heavy steps in her direction, his head jostling slightly with each movement as though nothing but a thin string kept his head from falling to the ground. She tried to look away, to shut her eyes- but it was useless. Her eyes were already closed. Grumpy stopped walking. In one sudden movement, His head flung back to meet with the backs of his legs, his spine snapping in two. It appeared as though a large invisible clamp had snapped his entire body in half backwards. Chunks of viscous slime flew through the air with the unexpected flinging motion.

Dear God, help me think!
It took every ounce of strength to bring a thought rather than the vision to her mind's eye.
FUNERAL. Was there a funeral...? Think!
Slime poured from the fragments of Grumpy's broken body.
There was a ceremony. There was a ceremony. THERE WAS A CEREMONY. There were voices... the content of mumbling sentences indiscernible. Oh, how she strained to hear them! Did they bury me?
The fragments twitched and fell sideways, now laying in a small pool of black, watery tar.
DID THEY BURY ME?
The black substance started to bubble, burning as though made of acid- eating through the fabric of his clothes...
Please... help me! I've been through this before... there was a funeral...

Snow racked her brain, searching for the information she already knew.
No. They hadn't buried her. She had felt the rays of the sun occasionally heating the surface of her pale skin, she had registered the sound of rain hitting what seemed to be a glass window above her many times now ...
Grumpy's skin was slowly being eaten away by the acidity, his body thrashing violently in the mixture. Scream after scream after scream poured into her ears. Gurgling, splashing, sizzling... so many sounds mixed with the hoarse screeches.
A sound cut through the fog of the apple's hallucinations. A horse was approaching, drawing near to where she lay. Was it a horse? Inside, Snow furrowed her brow in concentration, while her actual physical visage was as set as stone. Oh, if only I could open my eyes! She thought. She listened intently as hushed voices of her beloved dwarves started to rise in a gentle murmur around her. As she recognized the voices individually she did everything in her power not to picture them, knowing their fate if she failed.
A different, lower voice she couldn't place spoke. Snow waited, struggling to hear through multiple distractions in her head. Without warning there was a gentle warmth on her lips, as a mouth pressed softly to her own. The hallucinations and screaming started to fade and the ice holding her lips in place began to melt... the warmth spread through her body. I didn't realize how cold I was... she thought, but then realized her blood had been stopped in her veins. The warmth was simply her blood moving through her again. When she realized she could move her fingers she gasped, her lips parting in surprise, and she felt the tiny sliver of apple fall from her mouth. The eyelids she had been trying to control with a psychotic vengeance for so long finally fluttered open. The sun was bright... it burned, but she refused to shut her eyes, afraid they may never open again. As they adjusted to the beautiful spring morning, her eyes also noticed the man leaning over her.
Chestnut brown hair just long enough to have a bit of a curl to it fell across his bronzed forehead. His skin looked soft and healthy. His cheeks were full of beautiful bright color, but even their brightness couldn't overshadow how bright and full of life his eyes were. The color of blue staring back at her was so shocking- it literally took her breath away for a moment, her breath hitching at the back of her throat. She had seen the Prince only once before, but she didn't get to actually look at him... not like this. The intensity of his gaze was almost too much to handle in her fragile state. She felt waves of strong... was it nerves? She didn't recognize the feeling, but she knew she liked it.
Snow smiled at him, showing him that she was okay. Snow felt an irrational fear taking hold of her, knowing that at any moment the handsome face before her would start bleeding or melting or be torn off. She looked away from him, not wanting to tempt fate. He took her shift of gaze to mean that she was shy, and lifted his gloved hand to her chin and raised her face till he could make eye contact once more. He held her gaze strongly, never breaking away as he slid his hands underneath to lift her from her morbid resting place. Without thinking her arms reached around his neck, and with one swift movement he lifted her frail body and held it to his in a protective hold, never taking his eyes from hers.
She looked up at his thick brown hair swaying back and forth over his forehead as he carried her to his horse and helped her to mount sidesaddle, immediately situating himself behind her and holding her to him once more. Her eyes were drawn to the prominent, strong line of his jaw. She brought her eyes down, her head resting on his chest. She closed her eyes and nestled into the warmth and safety his presence granted her. She wrapped her dainty fingertips tighter around the lapel of his coat, reveling in the way the velvet felt on her skin. She breathed deeply, taking in his intoxicating scent as she pushed herself into the curve of his neck. He brought his cheek to rest atop her soft black curls, and she gave a small gasp. His simple touch gave her a surge of feeling that took her breath away. His face pulled away, concerned at her gasp. Their eyes met, and Snow felt a connection surge through her gaze, strong and warm. Her lips curled into a timid smile.
"I have been searching for you for quite a long time, my dear Snow."
His voice was like the sweetest song. She felt a single tear well up as she processed his first words to her. She opened her red lips to speak.
"I have been waiting for you to find me."
She felt a twinge from the pain and torture she endured rising to her mind. She felt her smile fade as the tear fell down her supple cheek. He brought his gloved hand to her cheek, bringing her eyes back to meet his. She met his gaze, all the while wondering why she wished he wasn't wearing a glove.
"I will never again let any harm befall you. I will never forgive myself for not whisking you away the moment I met you."
His beautiful blue eyes intently bore into the dark brown of hers. His eyes were so incredible. They seemed to radiate love and warmth, filling her with comfort and happiness. Her prince had come and was taking her away to her happily ever after. She opened her mouth to speak, but realized she didn't know how to address him. This wasn't much of a shock- he was a royal Prince- and she knew from growing up around royalty first names were rarely used and therefore weren't revealed. Her brow furrowed, concentrating. I don't even know the Queen's real name...
"I can not express how grateful I am... my Prince." Her sentence hushed to a whisper as her shyness overcame her and she bowed her head. He placed two fingers under her chin and lifted it. He smiled as he scanned her face before bringing his lips to meet hers. Blood rushed to Snow's face, flooding her cheeks with bright color. She almost couldn't bear the hunger she felt for him- it both frightened and compelled her. She pulled away, breathless and gaping.
"My name is David." He brushed his thumb against her flushed cheek.
"I love you... David."
And their lips met again.
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