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Chapter 8 - Uncooperative

It only lasted a brief moment before everything fell silent. If my heart could still beat, it would have been beating hard enough for the whole room to hear. I knew the girl was now just a statue, but surely not composed like all of us in this dark basement.

Finally, the silence broke as I heard the distant murmurs of the lady in black talking to her latest victim. Soon after, I heard footsteps growing ever louder. Then, everything was bright. I could hear her talking clearly now.

"I tried to tell you to keep focused, but no. You couldn't. Now you're stuck like this. There's no way the museum will take you now."

The footsteps paused briefly as she took a deep sigh.

"Ladies, please keep your new member company. She'll be needing it. As for you, I've got a special area for you. It's perfect for poor listeners such as yourself."

It was then that the two passed directly in front of me. First came the lady in black with a look of extreme disappointment plastered on her face. Next came the statue. She was dressed in similar robes to mine, albeit a bit shorter. Her hair was relatively short, although her bangs were long enough to stretch down to her eyelid.

But by far the biggest feature was her expression. There was no mistaking it: She knew exactly what was happening to her. The head was angled down at her waist as if she had just seen it turn gray and cold. Her expression was one of absolute horror: Her eyes wide open, her mouth permanently frozen mid-scream, her arms bent skyward as if in a futile gesture to keep them away from a rapidly approaching wave of petrification.

My poor thing...

In an odd turn of events, I had become one of the lucky ones: at least I still had a flattering pose that could pass as a beautiful classical statue. This girl had nothing. I could only imagine the pain she was in.

"I'm sorry I have to thrown you down here so soon, but I can't let you be seen now. Your mind is in shock, I know, but please do your best to clear it of thoughts and you'll be out of here before you know it. I really wish I could stay and help you cope but there's another appointment in an hour."

I heard a door open out of view.

"This is the room of those who were uncooperative, like you. Although they cannot communicate with you, I'm sure you'll all appreciate each others' company. Now, I've really got to go. Good bye, dear. I'll see you again soon, and I promise you I will find a way to make the best of your situation."

I heard the door slam and her footsteps grow louder. As the lady re-entered my line of sight, she stopped and turned to me. Her disappointed expression again shifted to that of concern.

"Hey, I hope you're holding up. You're about halfway there, just a little longer. I don't know if you heard and saw what just happened, but if you did, I know you probably trust me even less than you already did. Just..."

Again, she took a deep sigh. She looked toward the ground as if in shame.

"Just...I hope you'll understand what I'm trying to do someday. I know it makes no sense to you, but I just want to help. All of this may seem strange, but I promise you with all of my heart that it'll all be for the better. I will help you."

She tilted her head back up and looked directly into my eyes.

"I'll leave you alone now. Get plenty of rest. See you soon."

And with that, she left and the room plunged into darkness. This was the second time she had shown sincere concern towards me. In spite of everything that had just happened, I could not bring myself to spout hate speech against her. There's no doubt that what happened to the statue that less than 10 minutes ago was a chatty young woman was a tragedy. She was assuredly scared beyond imagination in her prison of a body locked in a pitch black basement. If I could, I would have shed tears for her.

And yet, I couldn't get mad at the one who did this to her. The lady clearly showed compassion: something I previously thought she couldn't possibly have. I doubt her words were faked. After all, she could say anything she wanted to us and we couldn't respond. If she were truly evil, she could taunt us endlessly if she wished. But instead, she spoke calmly to me, giving me advice. And the advice had proven true: although it had only felt like one day since I was placed in the basement, it had apparently been half of a week. While I was unconscious with a clear mind, time had raced by.

Suddenly, I felt an unexpected wave of sympathy for my own captor. I knew she honestly believed she was trying to help even if her means are hurtful. I believed her mind wasn't evil after all: it was lost, and I wouldn't wish such a thing on anyone.
See Ch 1 for a more detailed description.

It's been a long time, but I finally got back to this story. Soon, I hope to start making some art again.
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grape13020 Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2015
Do you ever plan on continuing this, because I'm curious as to how this person is relayng this story to us considering they are aparently still a statue by the end of it.

That's the vibe I'm getting anyway. and considering it's done in first person it's an interesting choice. it's not like they could write it down, or narrate it in anyway...
StoneLad Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I probably won't continue it simply because I couldn't figure out a way to get where I wanted to go.  I basically knew a few key events I wanted to hit along the way to the end, but not enough to really finish the story.
grape13020 Featured By Owner May 3, 2015
No chance you could explain how the main character was narrating the story then huhb? was it planned for them to change back or something? the logic just confused me a bit.
StoneLad Featured By Owner May 3, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Right, that would have been (might be?) revealed later in the story so I won't say now.
grape13020 Featured By Owner May 10, 2015
well here is hoping you do decide to continue someday, the answer has been bugging me, lol.
KiloBravo1234 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015
transformations from the transformee's perspective are awesome. Wish there were more chapters :-)
alexwarlorn Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2013
Will this story ever be continued? 
StoneLad Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Maybe eventually, I really don't know.  I haven't been in a writing mood in a long long time.
alexwarlorn Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2013
Too bad. It was getting interesting. 
jfp2007 Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2013
A very interesting story that I just read through again. It's well written and really gets into the character's head. I feel bad for her - and especially bad for the new arrival who suffered an even worse fate.

It has a distinct feel from a lot of other ASFR works out there. I hope to see it continued someday.
StoneLad Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you very much!  I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Unfortunately, I wouldn't get my hopes up on it continuing soon as I've been stuck on how to continue it for a long time.  I know where I want to go with it but I don't know how to bridge the gap from where it is now to that point if you know what I mean.
jfp2007 Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2013
I've been working on a novel for a year or so now, so I know exactly what you mean. I run into that problem a lot, even when I try to map everything out. Sometimes it just happens, no matter what you do to try and prevent it - in fact, trying to actively prevent it sometimes makes it worse. I wish you luck in getting past that bridge.

Sometimes just writing out different scenarios to get to that Point B can help, but everyone has different methods.
L-exander909 Featured By Owner May 30, 2012
Interesting. Now what 'good' does the lady expect to do with them, I'll have to wait to find out.

Also, take your time.
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