Sooooo...
This one's getting long.
Have part 2 of this, which is apparently going to have at least three parts. (This is probably the longest one though)
Anyway, I'm sorry Jason...
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Jason's body was on fire.
He didn't remember waking up.
Certainly, he had at some point, he was awake now after all, but it was as if he'd just clued in halfway through. As if his brain was too busy trying to process everything else that it had just... forgotten to let him know.
All he knew for sure was that it hurt.
Everything hurt so much.
He might have been crying, he couldn't really tell. Everything was so blurry and faraway, he couldn't focus. There was something running down his face though, he was pretty sure. Probably tears. Though maybe it was blood; there was something wet running down his back and somewhere around his hands too. That probably wasn't tears so he must be bleeding.
He shouldn't be bleeding.
The panic incited by that thought broke through the haze for just long enough to process it.
He wasn't there anymore. He'd escaped. He'd been saved. Why did everything hurt so much? And where was everyone? Shouldn't they be here? Making it better?Bruce had said he would take care of him. He always took care of him. He promised.
Why wasn't he here?
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It took herculean effort to pry his eyes open, he hadn't noticed before that he'd been squeezing them shut so hard, only to slam them closed again to block out the stabbing light as another wave of pain rushed through every part of him all at once.
Eyes closed then. He could... He could work with that.
Another wave of tears seemed to be rushing up, spilling down his face as he tried to breathe slowly enough to think through the pain.
His mouth tasted like blood and he swallowed thickly, burning his sore throat. Had he been yelling at some point?
That didn't matter now, as he carefully took another shaking deep breath, plucking up the courage to move enough to prod at his back. As soon as he'd composed himself as much as he thought possible, he picked up his left arm
And screamed.
All outside awareness was gone in an instant as a stabbing, burning, exploding pain shot from his deltoid all throughout the rest of his body. He writhed and it only made everything so much worse as burning, screaming muscles shifted.
It felt like he had barbed hatchets buried in his upper back, stabbing deep into him as they shifted with his movement. From somewhere around his tailbone there was shooting pain being sent down his legs and all throughout his waist, like he was being electrocuted and impaled all at once.
Somewhere at the edge of his consciousness, he noticed his arm drop back down and, as his fingers hit surface, another agonized scream ripped through him. There was more blood in his mouth now. He had half noticed biting his tongue, though it felt more like a steak knife being driven through it.
There was no part of him that didn't feel like it was on fire. Filled with knives. Exploding from the inside out.
He was dying. He was sure of it.
Maybe it was for the best, if only everything would just stop hurting.
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There were hands touching him. Poking and prodding and moving him around.
He couldn't think of any reason to stifle his sobs as the hands aggravated the burning.
He didn't think he had the energy to anyway.
He couldn't understand why they were hurting him. Shouldn't they be stopping when it hurt? There was someone who would have. Someone he should have been with right now. Someone who took care of him...
He couldn't remember who.
One of the hands touched part of his back, he couldn't place what, and moved it.
He was screaming again.
His throat felt like sand and his back felt like white hot flames. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He could move, couldn't stop moving and it made everything else hurt too, but none as back as his back.
He was on fire. He was frozen. He was dying.
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The experiment was progressing brilliantly.
The subject had taken to the procedure better than any before it and it seemed, at this rate, highly likely to be their first true success.
They'd resumed sedation after the subject had fallen unconscious again. It would need its rest and its violent thrashing wouldn't lend well to the healthy development of its new features.
Between the disaster in which they'd found it and the medical work to get it into shape enough to handle the procedure, they'd put far too much work in over the last four months to risk it causing undue damage in its panic. They would release the sedation again once its limbs were developed enough to handle more movement.
For now, they'd leave it to its rest. They had new observations to report and, with such an optimistic outlook, they'd need to begin sorting out an enclosure for the creature.
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No hate at all to any fans of the movie
BUT this is my first time seeing Coppola's Dracula and I am d y i n g so writing these random little notes is all I can do to cope
Disclaimer: This is not a review, this is not constructive criticism, this is me clinging to sanity by my notes app and laughing through the pain, commentary is all in good fun
[Bestie, if you're seeing this, don't read it, there are lots of spoilers. Yes, you. Hi! Ily <3]
uhh spoilers, language, and general ranting warning let's goooo
Wooooooo backstory
Everything is happening soveryfast and I don't quite like it. Slow burn whomst
They really kicked in with the intensely ominous background music early
Not Drac ranting to Jonathan about his oh-so-great family history on NIGHT ONE (this was so funny though)
I missed the part where he threw the mirror out the window :'(
"Foul bauble of man's vanity" bitch have you seen yourself? Well- actually no, but
"Maybe you should grow a beard" oh?? kinda gay
They quote the book word for word so often, but the characters are just - not- themselves
Keanu Reeves Jonathan has no survival instincts. 0/10 would not survive the paprika.
That was a clawed-ass hand that patted you on the shoulder just now, bro!!
They really went "hey what if sweet, kind, loving Lucy "I shouldn't say such things" Westenra was an absolute sex fiend!" and ran that into the ground
And my Mina, poor Mina
The way the juggled the proposal scenes-
Ah, yes, the 1890's nightgown!
Also why they gotta make Lucy sound like that
My poor girl
The way Art, Jack & Quincy see her suffering and go "oof" while they just kinda watch from a distance
like idk you should probably call a doctor or somethin' bro
I don't wanna talk about the vampiresses
[I'm currently typing to distract myself from the Drac/Mina happening on screen because I simply cannot]
[now she's?? hitting him? loves him? why not]
[MINA NO]
"Hey what if Mina cheated on her lame-ass unfaithful husband with some fucking old guy! No, it's hot! Look! He drinks blood!! Yum!"
"Perhaps I am a bad, inconstant woman" Mina NO
Why did they throw such a beautiful romance out the castle window like that
Quincy "Sounds like a goddamm witch doctor to me" Morris
Wrong cowboy but I'll take him
also What the FUCK, Van Helsing??
"Whore of darkness" I am so mad. "She is the devil's concubine" stfu
Whoever wrote Lucy like that needs to apologize to Ms. Westenra right now
Lucy being brutally murdered while the newly unhappily wedded Harkers make out in a church is also a no
"I just wanna cut off her head and take out her heart" SIR
I do love how absolutely unhinged Van Helsing's dialogue is for him to sound so casual
Jon's just... so very Keanu
"Gentlemen, must we desecrate poor Lucy's grave? She died horribly enough." Arthur's tone delivery got me on that one
Where is the Suitor Squad camaraderie?? The bromance?? The love???
I expected my boys to be forgotten and instead we got some assholes with their names
ARTHUR HAS A GUN TO VAN HELSING'S HEAD. IN WHAT WORLD-
Arthur's mustache is the only Arthur thing about him
THE WAY SHE DROPPED THAT BABY
Oof
Ah, cockblocking with the crucifix, classic Van Helsing
WHAT THE FUCK VAN HELSING, redux
"During your infidelity to those creatures" MY JONATHAN WOULD NEVER
Those grey streaks don't make up for what you did to my boy
Oh, how could I forget the atrocities they committed against Renfield
"It seems I've been rather naughty" hwhshshsh Renfield. Baby. Stop talking.
Mina is not trying to seduce Van Helsing right now. If I don't look it's not happening.
"You are whores of satan" that's not very nice, Van Helsing
Is Mina... practicing- witchcraft? Aight
Mina has a gun on Jonathan, what a turn of events
I- noooo
...that. Uh. Was that. Huh.
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