Neb
The VILEiest VILE to ever VILE a VILE
- Best answers
- 2
- AMA
- findcarmen.com
- Known Aliases
- Nebuchadnezzar (Neb) Ullyss (formerly Kid Kidman), Kitty, Seryy Pripyat
- Color #
- 323E4F
Previously!
June 4th, 2 years later
VILE Maintenance and Repair
Yorkshire England, UK
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"And that is why Batman is better than Superman." The grease-covered mechanic declared to his fellow grey-shirts. To this Kidman nodded absently, only half listening to Ted's pop-culture debate of the day as she dozed on the garage counter. It was a lazy summer day in the dales, with the scent of warm hay drifting in through the windows, carrying with it the steady hum of distant engines and the muted staccato of construction work.
Suddenly a scream ripped through the afternoon's comfort, and the group bolted from the garage to find another grey-shirt huddled over a body down the slope. "Someone get a medic!" He cried over his shoulder as he struggled to staunch the flow of blood rushing from his partner's neck. "Nailgun slipped, got ‘er in the neck. Think it hit somethin' big."
Kidman hung back as the others rushed in, but the crowd soon pushed her forward until something began to tick at the back of her mind, and when she moved again it was on instinct alone. No one saw the girl slip into the fray, her pale hands quickly lost amongst the others pressing the bloody shirt against the woman's neck. It was only after the medevac completed and the crowd dispersed that she was noticed, slumped over and unresponsive in the bloodied dirt.
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Several hours later, a small group of grey-shirts sat around in sickbay, tossing playing cards into a hat.
"Hey, hey Kid. Hey. Hey. Hey." One of them kept up until a second jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.
"Stop it, Tony, that's annoying."
"Your face is annoying."
The girl stirred awake in the cot beside them. "...Who's a what now? she asked blearily as her teammates came into view.
"Ted. His face annoying." Tony replied flatly as he scratched his scraggly beard. "What the hell happened to you? I didn't know you was afraid of blood. Probably shouldn't look at your hands."
Kidman held them up with some difficulty, for her whole body felt as if it was filled with wet sand. "Oh, that's not my blood. Is the lady okay?"
"Why'd you pass out, then?" The man pressed, ignoring the second question.
The girl frowned as she sifted through what little she remembered. "I think I used too much thought to fix the hole. Is the lady okay?"
"It don't really take much thought to hold a shirt down-" he got out before Ted elbowed him in the ribs a second time. "Jesus, Tony. Kid nearly saw somebody die, okay? Drop it."
Rum, a larger man with a warm, deep voice gently pushed Tony aside. "Jan'll be fine, hunny. They thought something major got cut, but it just passed over. A miracle, they're saying, ‘cause where it hit, it shoulda got somethin' real bad."
"Bloody." The last man, Boulder, muttered in disbelief. "Crazy how that stuff ‘appens."
Kidman looked at them quizzically. "It did cut open. We just closed it is all."
The others looked at each other with uncertainty until Tony asked the obvious. "We did what now?"
"You know, when you.... you show the pieces to grow back. With thoughts." She hazarded, trying to demonstrate with her hands. The girl wasn't entirely sure what she had done, but it didn't seem the sort of thing that would be unusual, just difficult and exhausting. "And not you guys. The man next to me."
Tony scratched his head.
"You mean the guy that was with her? He wasn't healing her with thoughts, Kid. He was applyin' pressure to stop the blood. Don't you know first aid?"
"But I... Are you sure?"
"Oh my god, are you serious?" The thin man asked incredulously and laughed until he noticed the head mechanic's threatening glare. "Okay, okay, but seriously, people can't heal with thoughts."
Kidman stared at her hands as something ominous rippled in the depths of her mind. "But..."
Rum patted the girl on the shoulder sympathetically. "Ahm sorry, hunny. People can't do that sort of thing, but don't worry much about it. Jan'll be fine. Go have a wash off an' get some sleep. You had a rough day."
"You're better off without havin' magic powers anyway." Tony said as he lit a cigarette. "‘Cause if you did, they'd lock you in a lab and do tests on you." He let go a puff of smoke. "Forever."
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Kidman stood in the shower for what seemed like hours that night, attempting to match two realities without success. The reconstruction of the arterial wall was real, she was sure of it. She had felt the structure of it though tiny, invisible hands guided by other tiny, invisible hands. Even in her fractured state of conscious she had still been awake, operating through the touch of those hands.
‘But if people can't heal with thoughts, why can I?' She thought as stepped out into a bathrobe. ‘I'm just like everybody else.'
She caught sight of herself in the mirror, and for the first time, really looked.
A growing mystery looked back.
Grey hair wasn't like everybody else. She hadn't seen in on any other young person save for those in cosplay magazines, but by now she knew they were merely wigs. Her scars weren't commonplace either, and persons she did see them on often spoke of frightening origins.
‘Then where did all of mine come from? How... Why...?'
The bathroom grew colder and dimmer as Kidman traced the lines on her face.
‘What... happened to me?'
Her missing memory never mattered before, but now as she desperately cast about the inky depths for answers, a dearer horror made itself known.
There was nothing there.
Nothing at all.
To be continued!
June 4th, 2 years later
VILE Maintenance and Repair
Yorkshire England, UK
-----
"And that is why Batman is better than Superman." The grease-covered mechanic declared to his fellow grey-shirts. To this Kidman nodded absently, only half listening to Ted's pop-culture debate of the day as she dozed on the garage counter. It was a lazy summer day in the dales, with the scent of warm hay drifting in through the windows, carrying with it the steady hum of distant engines and the muted staccato of construction work.
Suddenly a scream ripped through the afternoon's comfort, and the group bolted from the garage to find another grey-shirt huddled over a body down the slope. "Someone get a medic!" He cried over his shoulder as he struggled to staunch the flow of blood rushing from his partner's neck. "Nailgun slipped, got ‘er in the neck. Think it hit somethin' big."
Kidman hung back as the others rushed in, but the crowd soon pushed her forward until something began to tick at the back of her mind, and when she moved again it was on instinct alone. No one saw the girl slip into the fray, her pale hands quickly lost amongst the others pressing the bloody shirt against the woman's neck. It was only after the medevac completed and the crowd dispersed that she was noticed, slumped over and unresponsive in the bloodied dirt.
------
Several hours later, a small group of grey-shirts sat around in sickbay, tossing playing cards into a hat.
"Hey, hey Kid. Hey. Hey. Hey." One of them kept up until a second jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.
"Stop it, Tony, that's annoying."
"Your face is annoying."
The girl stirred awake in the cot beside them. "...Who's a what now? she asked blearily as her teammates came into view.
"Ted. His face annoying." Tony replied flatly as he scratched his scraggly beard. "What the hell happened to you? I didn't know you was afraid of blood. Probably shouldn't look at your hands."
Kidman held them up with some difficulty, for her whole body felt as if it was filled with wet sand. "Oh, that's not my blood. Is the lady okay?"
"Why'd you pass out, then?" The man pressed, ignoring the second question.
The girl frowned as she sifted through what little she remembered. "I think I used too much thought to fix the hole. Is the lady okay?"
"It don't really take much thought to hold a shirt down-" he got out before Ted elbowed him in the ribs a second time. "Jesus, Tony. Kid nearly saw somebody die, okay? Drop it."
Rum, a larger man with a warm, deep voice gently pushed Tony aside. "Jan'll be fine, hunny. They thought something major got cut, but it just passed over. A miracle, they're saying, ‘cause where it hit, it shoulda got somethin' real bad."
"Bloody." The last man, Boulder, muttered in disbelief. "Crazy how that stuff ‘appens."
Kidman looked at them quizzically. "It did cut open. We just closed it is all."
The others looked at each other with uncertainty until Tony asked the obvious. "We did what now?"
"You know, when you.... you show the pieces to grow back. With thoughts." She hazarded, trying to demonstrate with her hands. The girl wasn't entirely sure what she had done, but it didn't seem the sort of thing that would be unusual, just difficult and exhausting. "And not you guys. The man next to me."
Tony scratched his head.
"You mean the guy that was with her? He wasn't healing her with thoughts, Kid. He was applyin' pressure to stop the blood. Don't you know first aid?"
"But I... Are you sure?"
"Oh my god, are you serious?" The thin man asked incredulously and laughed until he noticed the head mechanic's threatening glare. "Okay, okay, but seriously, people can't heal with thoughts."
Kidman stared at her hands as something ominous rippled in the depths of her mind. "But..."
Rum patted the girl on the shoulder sympathetically. "Ahm sorry, hunny. People can't do that sort of thing, but don't worry much about it. Jan'll be fine. Go have a wash off an' get some sleep. You had a rough day."
"You're better off without havin' magic powers anyway." Tony said as he lit a cigarette. "‘Cause if you did, they'd lock you in a lab and do tests on you." He let go a puff of smoke. "Forever."
----
Kidman stood in the shower for what seemed like hours that night, attempting to match two realities without success. The reconstruction of the arterial wall was real, she was sure of it. She had felt the structure of it though tiny, invisible hands guided by other tiny, invisible hands. Even in her fractured state of conscious she had still been awake, operating through the touch of those hands.
‘But if people can't heal with thoughts, why can I?' She thought as stepped out into a bathrobe. ‘I'm just like everybody else.'
She caught sight of herself in the mirror, and for the first time, really looked.
A growing mystery looked back.
Grey hair wasn't like everybody else. She hadn't seen in on any other young person save for those in cosplay magazines, but by now she knew they were merely wigs. Her scars weren't commonplace either, and persons she did see them on often spoke of frightening origins.
‘Then where did all of mine come from? How... Why...?'
The bathroom grew colder and dimmer as Kidman traced the lines on her face.
‘What... happened to me?'
Her missing memory never mattered before, but now as she desperately cast about the inky depths for answers, a dearer horror made itself known.
There was nothing there.
Nothing at all.
To be continued!
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