A/N: The End.

Cracked Porcelain


Chapter 6 – Without a Fight

Her eyes slowly opened. The world shimmered as her watery eyes adjusted, though they never focused. Feeling the cold pavement beneath her, she wondered how long she'd been down on the ground. Glass lay all around her, under her, sticking out of her skin. Her head was heavy, her legs numb. She couldn't seem to shake the pain in her stomach, it chewed away at her until she felt her consciousness fade again. Red and blue lights washed over the bricks next to her, the glass fading with it. Julie tried not to move when she breathed, unable to hear the world anymore.

Shadows shuffled closer, blocking out the soothing light show. Hands moved over her and rolled her. Her stomach felt as though it had ripped open, she no longer cared about the things grabbing at her body, lifting her only slightly onto the stretcher. Each movement was twisting the horrible knot in her stomach. Julie closed her eyes and felt tears fall down her face as she tried to curl up. The men carried her to the ambulance and loaded her into the back, the softly lit cabin with all the shiny tools in it.

The doors closed behind her as the men climbed into the back with her. They moved slowly and she couldn't focus on their faces but it didn't matter to her anymore. She didn't care about the stupid dreams, or Matt, or anything anymore. Pain filled her to the brim.

Julie settled a little as her eyes slowly opened and closed, the lights getting darker and going out of focus. Something tickled her ear. It began, inaudible, growing in intensity, getting louder, fuller, more distorted. She sat in her place, looking out the back window.

Through the single pane of glass she could see, clearer than daylight, the swirling cyclone of flesh that had landed her in this. The creature hummed and roared, spinning around itself. The world around it curdled into dark red. The urge to scream wasn't strong enough to escape. She felt hands on her shoulders.

They slammed her onto her back, the room now black and red. Julie, pinned down now began to see her saviors. They had the heads of Rottweiler's, snarling and slobbering onto her dirty, greasy skin. The monsters looked at each other, communicating beyond words. The one on the right moved down beside her ear, licking it with one long, slow movement.

Her eyes moved slowly to the other dog, which now faced away. Julie felt her eyes widen as he faced her again. In its still-human hands it held a large cordless drill, the bright yellow case visible in the darkness. The drill bit resembled a chisel more than anything; impossibly large. Her muscles tensed, she pulled away from the grip but it was no use. The dark heads stared at her momentarily before, in one quick movement, they pulled up her shirt and plunged the drill into her stomach.

Julie could still hear the whir of the drill over her own screams, the agony twisting her and raging through her veins. Blood splattered into her eyes and all she could see was crimson. No details were visible, just hurt. Suffering, gagging on her breath, the drill forced its way through the coiling innards and collided with her spine. Here eyes were now screwed up, her voice box shredding itself into the raspy scream which filled the cabin. Blood continued to splatter all over her and the ambulance interior. Eventually, exhausted, she passed out.


Dressed like a gypsy, the old woman sat in the cold gray waiting room. Opposite the window to the operating theatre, Julie's mother sat with her head in her hands. Eventually the clatter ended and a man in light blue scrubs walked out of the large double doors. She raised her head, trying to ignore the specs of red all over him, trying to ignore the tears in her eyes. Years of waiting and pain had finally ended, only not the way she'd hoped.

"Ma'am… I'm sorry. We tried all we could to help her, but in the end… she was just… too far along."

The woman already knew that, the words simply cluttered the waiting room, redundant. She wiped her face as she sunk into her chair.

"She did pass peacefully… due to her involvement in the program, she wouldn't have suffered."

The mother sunk further, disappearing into her large coat. Her eyes screwed up and she muffled her whimpers.

'Liar,' she'd thought. She'd heard the screams.