The song is Spellbound by Siouxsie and the Banshees, and is in Italics, as usual. This was written at 3:00 in the morning, so if it seems a little strange, that's probably why....
From the cradle bars comes a beckoning voice
It sends you spinning
You have no choice....
Amelia Wil Tesla de Sailuune knew only one thing: she was lost. She ran along a dark corridor, her fingers trailing lightly over cold dark stone, her gauzy white dress billowing out behind her like vapour. Her feet were bare and padded along the icy floor in a muffled rhythm as she continued her solitary race. The only thing she could remember was falling asleep in her soft, warm (safe) bed and hearing the low murmur of someone whispering to her...
You hear laughter, cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice....
A delighted chuckle seemed to ripple through the very walls upon which her fingers traced a light path and she jerked them away as if scalded. Her blue eyes widened as she looked around, trying to locate the source of the laughter. There was none. The chuckles seemed to be coming from everywhere at once and yet from nowhere at all. Amelia closed her eyes and shook her head, feeling the room slip and turn in a greasy nauseating swirl as she did so. She placed one shapely hand to her forehead, her brow furrowing. Then she heard an amazing crack as the laughter peaked and then died off, and she opened her lids to let her eyes dart about. She spotted a fissure in the stone wall from which was pouring a strange shifting light. As wary as a doe she stepped through the crack and emerged in another room.
Following the footsteps of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
Amelia stepped onto the dance-floor and when music began to play from no earthly source she let her body follow it. She moved without thought, with a kind of supple grace that even she had not suspected she had. The music snaked through her mind and caught like barbed wire, leading her feet and hands, body and soul. Amelia was only barely aware of her feet still moving, so swept up was she in the dance.
And don't forget when your elders forget
To say their prayers
Take them by the legs
And throw them down the stairs
The mighty bellow as the massive body fell over and over, limbs thudding against plush carpet until there was a sickening cracking noise. Amelia stood at the top of the stairwell, her eyes dull and distant, feet shuffling minutely, aching to dance again. She looked down at the body sprawled in an unnatural position at the foot of the stairs, looking at it with nothing more than mild interest. Then the calm bubble that had laid hold over her popped abruptly and her eyes started from their sockets. "TOOSAN!!!!" she screamed in anguish. Guilt swept over her in black waves as she continued to shriek down at the lifeless corpse of her father. She had pushed him, and she didn't even know why. Then the haze descended again.
When you think your toys have gone berserk
It's an illusion
You cannot shirk
You hear laughter, cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice....
Amelia was running again, tears spilling over her lashes to stream down her cheeks. Her breath came in great tearing gasps as she bolted blindly down the stone hallways again, her dress flying behind her like a shroud come undone. The teas burned but did not relieve any of the guilt and misery she felt. She kept praying it had been some sort of awful mistake; she couldn't have killed her father, just couldn't! But the truth refused to be ignored, and sat upon her conscience like a grinning skeleton devoid of skin and masks. As she fled the merry (insane) chuckles pressed in on every side of her, threatening to drive her mad. She clapped her hands to her ears, whirling around and around as she tried to follow the laughter until she simply collapsed backwards into a blood red fissure that had opened silently behind her.
Following the footsteps of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
And so she danced....