Mary Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
momchester) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
sirenspull2012-07-04 05:24 am
momchester) wrote in sirenspull2012-07-04 05:24 am
video; ~5 pm
[Mary looks... well, alive, which is a bonus, but also frazzled and exhausted, with pale skin, dark circles under her eyes, lips chapped, hair falling out of her ponytail.
But more than that, she looks haunted.]
I'm back. I'm alive. [Her lips press together in a thin line. She bows her head and talks to her knees.] No thanks to those monsters.
I don't know if anyone else made it out... there were no- [sniffing hard to avoid tearing up.] -shelters. Nothing Darkness proofed. [Head still bowed tightly.] I don't know if any of those people I fought with made it out alive, but if they didn't, I'm going to tell you all right now.
[She finally looks up, eyes welling now with tears she refuses to cry.]
They hunted us. They bound us, put collars on us, they put us in cages. They chased us and hunted us down like we were fucking dogs and we couldn't-
[she claps a hand over her mouth, breathing hard to rein in her emotions. When she opens her eyes again, there's something chilling and deadened in her eyes.]
When I died at home- the first time, before I came here... it was a demon. A demon pinned me to the ceiling and burned me alive in my baby's nursery, and I didn't feel as violated as I did those two days. In that cage. [She shakes her head intently, looking away.] Those monsters kidnapped children. They wanted to see every one of us die like dumb fucking animals.
I wonder what would happen if I prayed for them. [There's a weird look in her eyes. Something you wouldn't leave your children alone with.] It's the Christian thing to do.
Would I get their souls into Heaven, or their heads on a plate?
[With a last ugly look at the NV, she turns thepublic feed off.]
[Private to Jinx]
I found a plus one.
[Private to the angels]
Did you hear my prayer? [The one she whispered as she lay dying.] Please, tell me none of you- tell me you didn't go there. Please.
But more than that, she looks haunted.]
I'm back. I'm alive. [Her lips press together in a thin line. She bows her head and talks to her knees.] No thanks to those monsters.
I don't know if anyone else made it out... there were no- [sniffing hard to avoid tearing up.] -shelters. Nothing Darkness proofed. [Head still bowed tightly.] I don't know if any of those people I fought with made it out alive, but if they didn't, I'm going to tell you all right now.
[She finally looks up, eyes welling now with tears she refuses to cry.]
They hunted us. They bound us, put collars on us, they put us in cages. They chased us and hunted us down like we were fucking dogs and we couldn't-
[she claps a hand over her mouth, breathing hard to rein in her emotions. When she opens her eyes again, there's something chilling and deadened in her eyes.]
When I died at home- the first time, before I came here... it was a demon. A demon pinned me to the ceiling and burned me alive in my baby's nursery, and I didn't feel as violated as I did those two days. In that cage. [She shakes her head intently, looking away.] Those monsters kidnapped children. They wanted to see every one of us die like dumb fucking animals.
I wonder what would happen if I prayed for them. [There's a weird look in her eyes. Something you wouldn't leave your children alone with.] It's the Christian thing to do.
Would I get their souls into Heaven, or their heads on a plate?
[With a last ugly look at the NV, she turns the
[Private to Jinx]
I found a plus one.
[Private to the angels]
Did you hear my prayer? [The one she whispered as she lay dying.] Please, tell me none of you- tell me you didn't go there. Please.
no subject
no subject
I'm just advising against any sort of hostility--revenge. That absolutely cannot happen, not if we hope to survive here.
no subject
no subject
I...I know. I know what you're saying.
[Pause.]
One of them cut up my arms. Tore off the skin and kept it. Like a souvenir. They're disgusting now. I can't even look at them, and I can hardly move them. I can barely let my boyfriend touch me anymore.
It doesn't compare with what was done to you, though. You--you have every right to be angry--more than all of us. But we have to be careful.
no subject
Do you need someone to heal you?
no subject
But-- [He presses his lips together.] Maybe not completely, not right away. If we go to the media, we'll need something physical to show them.
[He's frankly nauseated by the idea, but whatever hammers the point home...]
no subject
Okay. Uh. I know people who can take the pain away, at least.
no subject
Thank you.