Day 6: The Works

She Just Wanted to Be Heard
Day 6: The Works
Part of Story Arc 1: Counterclockwise
A "The Ring/Ringu" Fanfic
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)

Chapters: 6 of 100
Rating: Sup13+ (some elements might be too intense or scary for those under 13; includes bad language)
Dates: Begun September 2006. Some material is based on previously written stories from 2003-2005.
Word Count: 2,660
Summary: Vanessa discusses her plans for Quinn and the others with a reluctant accomplice. Jolene returns the tape to Quinn after being chased around by hallucinations caused by Samara.
Warning: Contains spoilers for the entire Ringu and The Ring series. This chapter is especially heavy on the adult language.
Beta Thanks: As always, KaijaWest and Meredevachon rock at the beta'ing!
Fanfic Challenges: Fits [info]50_darkfics Prompt #6 Claws and [info]Coclaim100 Prompt #6 Indifference.
Author's Notes: Vanessa is a character from the short film "Rings," which was used as a promotional bridge between the first movie and the second. The hot blond with the shotgun is Dean Winchester, a character from the show Supernatural.

        While Quinn, Svet, and Jodie worked on their search for Samara, Vanessa worked on her own private campaign to find the perfect Day 7. The message board at her website got a lot of anonymous lurkers, but less than twenty regular visitors who did all the talking. She spent the afternoon tracking down as many of these people as possible to give them instructions on how to handle the newbies.

        Vanessa7days: They know nothing about the tapes, Vicki. Virtually nothing. Let me handle this, okay? I'll get us a definite Day 7. Probably more than one! Wouldn't that rock?

        Sitting in the computer room in her parent's house near Minneapolis, Vicki shifted uneasily in her chair as she thought of what to say next. How much she should challenge Vanessa was a better way to put it. She munched on some Fritos, licked her fingers, wiped them off on her pants, and then began to type.

        Antici PationV: How are you going to handle it?

        She could tell Vanessa was excited; the reply came back very fast.

        Vanessa7days: String them along with just enough information to keep them interested. I won't tell them anything unless they keep uploading stuff to the message board. I want pictures, drawings, descriptions of these fucked up dreams they're having. The Works! They're seeing things no one else has seen before! I mean, some hot guy shoots Samara in the face with a gun? WTF is that?!

        Antici PationV: What if things start to get too intense for them? Are you going to let someone get carted off by the men in the white coats, like what happened to Kyle?

        Vicki had really liked Kyle. He was nice to her. Always seemed interested in the things she had to say. Vanessa had let things go too far that time.

        Vanessa sat at the computer in her bedroom, laughing derisively as she read what Vicki had to say. She shook her head. Stupid, boring little wanna-be still thought that nimrod Kyle liked her, didn't she? Always bringing up that wimp. He couldn't take it. Vanessa could always take it, no matter how many tapes they found. She might've lasted only five days with Samara, but she had gone all seven with Sadako, and would take on any of those evil bitches - bring them all on. Vicki had no idea who she was dealing with. Vanessa knew exactly what that stupid bitch was thinking.

        Vanessa7days: What the fuck should I care if any of these idiots get taken away to the loony bin? What were they doing watching some videotape someone stuck in their mailbox? Bunch of dumb fucks if you ask me.

        Antici PationV: But we were all curious once. We all watched.

        Vanessa7days: Big hairy deal. Only a total wuss would freak out that bad. Forget about fucking Kyle. He just thought he could get in your pants.

        "Everyone can tell you're a desperate, lonely little dumbass,"
Vanessa thought, but didn't type.

        Antici PationV: Still, don't be mean. If it seems like these people are losing it, let them off the hook, okay?

        Narrowing her eyes, Vanessa pecked furiously at the keyboard.

        Vanessa7days: Vicks, don't even think of going behind my back and blabbing all the secrets, you got that? I said I would handle it.

        When Vicki read that, her face scrunched up in anger and bottled-up disgust. The way Vanessa manipulated people, and Vicki's own refusal to defy her, made her want to throw up sometimes. Why didn't she just tell that bitch off and leave the message board? Would anyone back her up? Or would she lose the only friends she felt she had? Vicki ate another handful of chips before replying.

        Antici PationV: No need to start with the threats, okay? Just... you're going to tell them how to escape the curse before it's too late, right? This guy Quinn said a bunch of people watched the tape. They need time to do what they gotta do to save all those people.

        Vanessa7days: No shit, Sherlock. Unbunch thy panties, OK? I. WILL. HANDLE. IT.

        But what about that time you said you would 'handle it' with Sherise, and she fucking died, Vanessa? What about that?! Vicki wanted to type. But she didn't. All Vanessa had seemed to care about there was the video Sherise made on Day 6. The poor girl had experienced an entire afternoon of Samara-induced hallucinations, and filmed a good twenty minutes of footage, but Vanessa had thumbed her nose at the girl's mental state. Instead, she had taken great pains to make sure Sherise uploaded all her footage to the website before anything else happened to her. And three hours later, the girl, only fourteen, had stumbled into the street while running from something she saw and was pulverized by an SUV.

        But Vicki didn't mention any of that. Instead, she replied, Okay Vanessa. Just make sure you do.

        Vanessa, rolling her eyes, typed back, I shouldn't have sent you the picture this Quinn guy sent me of himself. You're all moony over him now, aren't ya?

        Vicki blushed. He is kinda cute...

        That got an immediate response.

        Vanessa7days: DO NOT talk to him. He'll just get everything out of you. I am SERIOUS, Vicki. I want these guys to get to Day 7. It's for the sake of the website, right? We all want the site to be cool.

        Yeah, sure. Vicki ate more of her Fritos. Sure, it was about the site.

        Antici PationV: Whatever.


        The sun started to go down on Boston. Quinn was still at it, sitting at his computer with eyes bleary from staring at the screen. He'd been practically chainsmoking all day. Mukluk lay at his feet, snoozing, and Svetlana had moved to the bed to lie down and draw whatever came into her head. She was on her stomach, pad in front of her, feet crossed and bobbing back and forth as she did a complete character study of the man with the shotgun, drawing his head from all angles and doing a few head-to-toe sketches. After that, she moved on to doodles of horses, a lighthouse, and many, many dark spirals.

        Svetlana handed Quinn another sheet of paper with drawings on it. "What do you think?"

        He stopped reading long enough to look. "Wow, Svet. You haven't taken up the pencil in so long, I had forgotten how good you were. That looks just like the guy in our dream. Anyone would recognize him if they knew him."

        Svetlana shrugged it off, obviously a little shy about her talent.

        Jodie entered the room with a plate of sandwiches. For the last few hours, she had been at her classes, and was a little worried about Quinn when he obviously hadn't been to his. "Did you just skip all your classes today, Quinn?" she asked in a bit of a scolding tone.

        "Yes, Mother," he replied sarcastically. "Oh, thanks."

        As he picked up a sandwich, Mukluk raised his head and whimpered.

        "Crap. Is it getting that late? I should feed Mukkie and then take him out for another walk. But this stuff is so interesting. Something really fucked up happened to these people, Jodie." Quinn turned in his swivel chair to face her. "I've gone through some more articles, and I found a bunch on what happened on the Morgan Ranch before Samara was murdered. For years, they suffered some really bizarre hardships, mostly involving the animals. Their horses were committing suicide! They'd just go nuts, break through the fences, and drown themselves in the sea. What the hell would cause a thing like that?" He bit into one of the sandwiches she had made.

        Jodie shrugged, handing one to Svetlana. "I'll feed Mukluk, okay? You guys eat up and get ready to go out for a little fresh air. You and the dog have been cooped up too much today." She waved her hand in the general direction of the computer. "You can continue your little cursed tape research when you get back."

        Jolene was in a foul mood. Certainly not in the right humor for more hallucinations involving that tape. But it had its claws firmly planted in her flesh, didn't it? Just like what it was doing to Quinn and Svetlana when they were asleep.

        Still dressed in her work uniform, Jolene trudged across the parking lot of Quinn and Jodie's apartment building with that damn videotape in her hand. She scowled when she noticed a chair sitting in the middle of the lot. Just a little chair, all by its lonesome. It looked like the chair from the videotape. "Oh, fuck me raw," she mumbled. "Now what?"

        Nothing much dramatic happened. The chair just sat there, reminding her, You watched the tape! Only six and a quarter days left! If chairs had eyeballs, it would have been giving her a big hairy one.

        As if to make sure she knew this was all a hallucination, a car on its way out of the parking lot drove right through the chair, not even touching it. The car passed through the piece of furniture like it was a ghost.

        Jolene made a face to show how tired she had become of this. Jolene Searling did not fucking see things like some alki with the DT's. She stomped past the chair and headed for her daughter's building.

        The chair began to spin in the air before her. Jolene veered around it, trying to ignore it. Now, it was in front of her again. As she walked on, the chair followed her, sliding along the pavement with a slow scraping sound. Angry, Jolene stopped and faced the chair. She talked to it like it was a person.

        "Stop it!" she yelled, scolding the piece of furniture. "That's enough now. I know you're there, okay? No entiendo?"

        The chair did not move. It seemed to stare back.

        Satisfied, Jolene continued on. The chair quickly slid around in front of her with a harsh scraaaape.

        "Fuck you!" she screamed, and flipped the chair off. Then she attempted to step around it again.

        As she did, out of the corner of her eye Jolene saw that the chair was suddenly occupied. The child in the well that Quinn and Svetlana had dreamed about was sitting there, soaking wet, dark hair obscuring her face. She instantly brought her hand up and grabbed Jolene's forearm, squeezing it.

        With a yelp, Jolene jumped back, yanking her arm away... from nothing and no one. The chair was gone, as was the child.

        But she was left with a red mark on her arm in the shape of a small human hand. "Oh, Jesus-jumpin'-up-and-down-Christ..." Jolene exclaimed under her breath as she rubbed at the burn.

        A minute later, she was letting herself in to Quinn and Jodie's apartment.

        "Hey Mom!" Jodie said brightly, until she saw her mother's face. "I should tone down the peppy tonight?"

        "Get Quinn," Jolene nearly growled.

        Jodie didn't ask any questions about what had put her mother in this mood yet. "Okay. You wanna give 'im a root canal? I could hold him down..." She dutifully got Quinn from his room. Svetlana had followed them.

        "What's u - "

        Jolene threw the videotape at him. He barely caught it. "Take this goddamn motherfuckin' evil tape back, Quinn Kirkland. Do you have any idea the shit I've seen today because of that thing? Damien Thorn cobbled it from the flames of Hell himself. I hope I never do something as stupid as laugh at an urban fucked up legend again and watch some freakin' cursed video like I did with you two chuckleheads." She gestured expressively at Quinn and Svet. "Never making that mistake again. Not even if you tell me it's a porno of Brad Pitt sucking off Kiefer Sutherland will I watch it!"

        Jodie had started giggling at the Omen reference and was nearly howling with laughter by the time her mother was done. "I thought you weren't having any bad dreams?"

        "Oh, no, I'm not having any bad dreams. No, bad dreams would be a welcome change of pace to the fucked up hallucinations I've been having today. First, one of my patients turns into a hybrid monster with his intestines being pulled from his mouth. Then I see a jar that's supposed to be full of tongue depressors filled with twitching severed fingers instead. The water I ran in the sink to wash my hands was full of blood. And just now, that little girl paid me a visit out in the parking lot. Her chair was literally following me around, and then she grabbed me and left her lovely little handprint on me." Jolene pushed up her sleeve.

        Both Jodie and Quinn gasped. He didn't say a word at first, just untied the bandanna and showed her his own mark. "She got me in the park today." They held their forearms against each other and compared the burn-like handprints - the marks were identical in size and shape.

        Jolene shook her head. "Quinn, I've never seen anything like this. What the hell is going on?"

        "If you want, you can come with us on our walk and we'll tell you everything we know. But first..." Quinn eyed the videotape. "...this fucker's getting smashed."

        "No way!" Jodie surprised him and snatched it out of his hand. "I'm watching that fucker."

        "Oh, Jodie. No." Jolene shook her head again at her daughter. "Honey, you don't want to experience this shit. Trust me. I know you think you're the big, tough badass with all those gory movies you watch, but you've never seen anything like this. Baby, I've been seeing things all day. As real as anything you see in this room. I don't know what mojo's been done to it, but that tape is some fucked up shit. I'm sorry I ever inflicted it on anybody. All those people at the party would have every right to kick my ass after this. You should not watch that tape. The things you experience aren't at all cool."

        "Mom, you don't know the information we found today. There's a whole true story behind this tape. I want to follow it to the end. I want to know who made it," declared Jodie. She had that gleam in her eye again.

        "Look, Jolene, we know what we're dealing with because we've seen the tape," began Quinn, "but Jodie hasn't seen it yet. Let's take our walk, and see if we can't convince her that watching it would be a very bad idea." He glared at Jodie. "For her own good."

        Jodie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, fine. Try all the convincing you want. But I'm going to watch this motherfucker. After all the cool shit you guys have described, wild horses couldn't drag me from it."

        Svetlana let out a loud sigh. "Did you have to mention horses?"

it won't stop

The Ringu series is (c) 1998 The Ring/The Spiral Production Group. It is based on the novels by Koji Suzuki.
The motion picture The Ring is (c) 2002 DreamWorks Pictures. The title "She Just Wanted to Be Heard" comes from a line of dialogue spoken by Rachel Keller in this movie. The motion picture The Ring Two is (c) 2005 DreamWorks Pictures.
I do not know if the prequel, The Ring 3, will have any bearing on this story or not until I see it.
Supernatural is (c) 2005 Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television.
Everything else is (c) Demented Stuff.

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