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Minion the Vind

The Clock-Work Girl
At first, she couldn't breathe. That wasn't right- she could breathe, but it hurt more than anything before [and she couldn't remember anything before that very moment.]. The reason for this pain, she would later [or maybe never] learn came from the various metal bits now compressing her lungs, wires going through any organ that served a purpose now, and the odd, ticking device that replaced her heart now.

The first movement she managed was to twitch a finger, and then the rest. It was strange. Waking up like this with no recollection of where she had been or how she had got here or why everything was ticking so insistently. If she could, she would stop that ticking just because it was like someone dragging screws down chalkboards. After a few more moments, she lifted her fingers to her chest, feeling through the thin layer of cotton covering her torso. A straight line of skin was raised, starting below her navel and ending at her collar bone, having extended into a Y shape above her breasts. The skin was sore, and warmer to the touch, and presumably held closed by metal staples.

The girl opened her eyes, vision swimming as if she had gotten something in her eyes [it felt that way too, and all she could do was blink and tear up and have that uncomfortable feeling of tears falling down the sides of her face and into her hairline.]. Having finally gotten her eyes to cooperate, she was surprised to see ungodly bright lights directly above her. She could tell that the ceiling was some way up, but she had no idea what lay beyond those lights, so bright that they darkened everything above them.

It seemed like hours before she could sit up, on her elbows only, and look around. Where ever she was, it wasn't very fancy. She had been laying on some dingy steel table, clothed in a white piece of cotton, mimicking a dress, but only barely reaching her thighs. The room around her was cluttered and filled with odd things that didn't make much sense to her. Doll arms, mannequins missing halves of their faces, wire and twine, various hardware, and a jumble of broken clocks piled in a corner.

She went to speak, but only managed a gasping little noise, like something metal had gotten caught in a garbage disposal.

"You're living. I didn't think it would work." She couldn't locate the source of the voice, for all the ticking coming, inexplicably, from inside of her. But, after a second or two, someone emerged from the far corner, dragging another Grandfather Clock behind them. There was a surgical mask that was far, far too dirty to be sanitary covering it's mouth, and one eye was missing, the skin around the socket ripped and not appearing to even have healed.. The girl started at the sight of the nearly gray individual, crossing herself just as she noticed the cross etched into the person's forehead.



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