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The Soul Swallower

Noemi...

By Sai Marie JohnsonPublished 2 years ago 4 min read
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The Soul Swallower
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Noemi awoke to the sounds of thunder, lightning flashing through the tiny window pane caused a shadow of the bars upon it to cast a inky shadow upon the simple bleached tiles of the room she slept in. Young, and scared she called out for her Mother, her need to be comforted high within her. No one came, instead the small child known as Case Study 10014-02a blinked back her tears as shivers ran up her spine.

Hearing the cries of Noemi an orderly paused just outside her locked door, "Stop your whining or I'll be forced to strap you to the bed again!" the stern male voice said. Noemi stiffened suddenly a mere twelve years of age she whimpered in fear. Strappings to the bed had meant different things, depending on which orderly it was. From the sound of the voice tonight it was Franklin Scott. A real despicable character who had many complaints by many patients. Though none we're ever proven, especially in a case like Noemi Le'Boursier's. She had no next-of-kin, no one to utter the horrible secrets of what befell her nearly ever night.

"I..I'm sorry." She whimpered, bringing her white cotton knitted hospital blanket up towards her lips to cover her chin, nose, and mouth. The demoness which resided within her were anxious to get out, to feed upon the essence of the wicked individual who stood just a few feet away from her.

Noemi had been placed in the Our Lady of the Lake Sanitarium at four years of age. The nuns having been unable to discover more about her family name, or any birth record of her. The child was simply an orphaned patient with serious delusions, and violently 'uncontrollable fits', as the nuns had dubbed them. Truly they were not 'fits' but her demonic side wishing to be unleashed to do as it saw fit upon the wrongdoers in Noemi's life. Her heart began to race as she heard the key shift within the lock. Would this be another evening of nightmares Franklin had caused her for so many years? She closed her eyes again whispering to herself, "you're okay, you're okay." Hoping only her mind had imagined the sound. She wished now that Benoit had not been moved to another facility. He only wanted to protect her. It was an accident, didn't they know that? How could a fifteen year old boy in an electricshock chair cause another orderly's mysterious death by electrocution?

Just then Noemi felt grimy, sweaty hands grab her by the shoulders forcing her back against the bed. Her eyes flew open to see Franklin atop her struggling with his belt buckle. She shook her cranium left to right in a violet attempt to not see this image. Suddenly he grabbed her face, digging his dirty nails into the soft flesh of her chin, and cheeks, "Please don't hurt me." she plead. He laughed, causing spit to spray into her piercing cerulean eyes. Suddenly the window began to shake as her eye colour ran inward. The pupil becoming fully dilated narrowed becoming similar to that of a feline's. The colors changing into a sadistically wicked bloodred. She grinned, a sexual hunger appearing to replace the previous fear. Her voice then lowered, turning sly and sensual, yet oh-so-frightening. sadistically wicked bloodred. She grinned, a sexual hunger appearing to replace the previous fear. Her voice then lowered, turning sly and sensual, yet oh-so-frightening.

"Spit on me again and I will turn your innards to shit." She mused. The man leant forward his putrid breath filling Noemi's nostrils. He then spat directly upon her face. Noemi reared forward head butting the man in the face and just as he parted his mouth to holler in rage she ripped the leather bind that held her right wrist off in one steady motion her fingers were upon his chin digging her lengthened gray nails into his jaw, leaving him to keep his mouth parted, "Ah, you wanted mon baiser monsieur, no?" Her own lips parted she began to inhale as her lips met with the vile male's. Beginning to suckle inward she inhaled the life from within him, his soul slowly leaving his body. In mere moments his eyes became opaque, his skin and hair turning black as ash. For good measure, Noemi popped his neck to the right leaving him to fall dead within her lap.

Sisters of Saint Joseph-Nedialle

Medical Record

Mane’Fore, Noemi E.

12, June, 1991

This patient was brought to the convent after being found roaming the streets in Storyville. How long the child had been wandering is unknown, as she refused to speak upon her arrival. The patient appeared to be around four years of age.

Personal statistics are as follows:

Hair Color: Chestnut Brown

Eye Color: Blue

There is no next of kin for this patient. The only information known at this time is the name: Noemi Evangeline Mane’Fore. This is all the nuns were able to discover.

RECORD CLOSED UPON PATIENT TRANSPORT TO OUR LADY OF THE LAKE SANITARIUM

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Sai Marie Johnson

A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.

Pronouns: she/her

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