Changeling:the lost (horror story)

Story by Liriel

hello,this is the prologue of a horror-adventure story I make.I hope you all like it.there can also be love and such,but,most of all,I try to play on the horror that is supose to be present in a normal world of darkness game.do comment please.

Prologue

It one of those night when you prefer to stay indoors in Montreal: rainy, dark and dangerous. Cornelia was one of the Lost, a changeling. She was waiting patiently for her teammate to come as she looks at the star, her thought running in the corridor of her memory.

She was a simple teenager when she was taking, beautiful, full of dream she was…..until this day. While she was sleeping at her home, SHE came, one of the true fairies. The first thing she saw when she wakes up was the face of this…monster. A giant little girl whit a grim like the devil , her sweet pink dress all scratch up and covered whit blood and eyes mix whit innocent and cruelty. The next thing was far worse: she was in a huge room, whit a bed, a work bench and, all over the place, covered the floor, the wall, side by side or pile one on the other….there was doll….doll of all kind….but each one of them was alive ,other people like her ,transformed by the giant little girl hand into doll….

She could do a thing when she pick her up, push her on the workbench and start her butcher work. Keeping her alive by some sort of magic, she let her scream her lung out while she work, replacing each and every part of her body, slowly, painfully, whit wood , metal porcelain and the like. All her body was change into a doll….then, the nightmare start.

She couldn’t move at all when her Keeper take her up and put her right in front of the mirror that was beside her workbench *look how pretty you are!* she say whit a cheerful voice. It whit horror that she discover her new body: her leg and arm was made of old, moist wood, her torso was now piece of Iron whit spiky end, barely looking like a woman one. Her arm and torso was connected together whit some sort screw and, the worst by far, was her face: totally made in porcelain, her hair was now brown replace by some sort of rat fur and, what scare her the most, was her eye….she leave them there, leaving her to see the horror of this place.

After that, she was put in her collection of doll for….month...year? She couldn’t say, her memory of that time was so blurry she can’t remember. She does remember 2 things. One was, after was seem an eternity, she feels her body change: the screw, wood and Iron that made her new body slowly merge, she feel a new sort of blood flowing in the cavity in her body, melted iron meaby? She doesn’t know. All she do know is that, for the first time, she could finally move, her red painted lips could move and she almost cry of joy…until….one of the other doll, a sort of Harlequin, suddenly jump on her feet and run for it. The only exit was the giant door to the side of the room, whit, and unknown to their keeper; there was a little crack near the bottom that can alloy someone to escape. Unfortunately, the keepers see it, grip the doll and, whit rage, throw it again the wall. The doll shatter whit a large splash of bloody liquid. *bad, bad doll!* the mockery of a little girl scream before going sobbing on her bed.

The other thing she remembers clearly was 2 other doll, actually the ones beside her. One was a rag doll, her eye replace by large pink bottom. Her skin, however, was not so artificial: the Keeper Literally take her skin, turn it over and stuff it whit cotton. She was now, thank to the maddening magic of this place, all brown and dry, yet alive, whit a mouth cut whit a cutter, sewing up as well. The other one was a delicate, porcelain doll. The keeper make her liberally beautiful, putting flower in her blond hair , giving her perfect little blood red robe and matching shoes.

While the Keeper was asleep, the three of them would talk, not using sound, the keepers have a very keen ear and would wake up at any sound. They use sign to speak whit each other and, one day, decide to escape together. Luckily for them, one night, after playing having tea whit them, she forget to put them back in place and manage to escape. The keeper manage to wake up right when they go troughs the crack, leaving her scream of rage behind them, they travel into some sort of tunnel and directly into the hedge.

Taking a deep breath, a soft smile on her red lips, she return to the present as she seem her two friends coming her way. She remembers the joy when they finally could tell their name: Mariette and Pupina. The rag doll girl come near Cornelia softly and ask*shall we go?*her sewing smile all wide. Nobing, she adjusts her coat and start walking*let go*