Prompt was Did I Die? It started off well but then……. Eh………….
Death had been at Zach’s heels for a long time now, but he was a good runner. He was old, he knew, and slowed to a leisurely pace. David hadn’t been into visit him at all, and every time Marlis came into visit, he would ask about David. Eventually his condition deteriorated to the point where he found it hard to breath without a tube shoved up his nose, something he found uncomfortable and humiliating. He wanted to wait until he saw David before he would accept Death.
Death had no patience left.
It left Marlis with no immediate family left except her daughters. Sometimes she would have a dream with Zach in it, and he would always ask the same question:
'Did I die before David saw me?'
She would always answer “yes”, lips in a frown. Dead men had terrible memories. She went to David and Zach’s old apartment once with Nik, David’s brother. David was a mess. He felt guilty that he hadn’t seen his partner of however many years it was (at least forty, but no-one was sure), amongst other things. Marlis reassured him that Zach looked terrible before he did die, and that it was better he was remembered as he was before he was admitted to hospital.
Nik was surprisingly silent, probably furious that his brother was in such a state over a human. When David calmed down enough, he launched into a tirade that set his brother off again.
'You're meant to be the older one, the responsible one! Humans die before we do, so why are you getting so upset over one? We've all had people we love die, so get the fuck over yourself, shape up, that kind of shit! I've lost you once before – don't do it again.'
After that, Nik picked up his things and left with a slammed door.
A cold breeze was the first thing I felt this morning. A welcome sensation, but a confusing one. I sat up quickly and looked around my almost unfamiliar room. A realization struck me and my hand shot down to the left side of my body, expecting blood. I looked down at the damp spot on my shirt, but it is only sweat.
The dreams are beginning to feel more real than when I’m awake. Soon I worry I won’t be able to distinguish a dream from reality. Dreams can be fantastic, but they have to be the right dreams. But ever since my dreams started feeling more real, they have gotten darker as well. Every dream I grow closer and closer to death. Every dream a new injury, or an old one growing more severe. Every night a new worry. I worry what terrible things I will wake up to once I close my eyes tonight, I worry about the whole of my reality shifting to the dream. But most of all, I worry what will happen when I die in the dream. And every morning, I have to reassure myself that I did not die that night, and that I am still waking up to reality. It has been harder latching onto reality in the morning, and I only hope it ends soon.
I remember when we first met, you didn’t like me very much.
The others came and went but you always stayed. No matter where I went, we were together. sigh Together forever, I used to say that didn’t I.
My son has his own partner now. I hope the don’t run into as much trouble as we did. Remember those days? We fought gods, saved the world more times than I can remember. We really thought we were invincible, I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Well maybe for one thing
I wished would could have stayed together til the end time
I still remember you Pikachu
-Together Forever from the first soundtrack always makes me think of Pikachu dying-
These are fun. Prompt was “Sometimes I Still Remember You”. Tw for attempted rape and actual murder, though it’s not what you think.
Marlis is way out of her depth, and she knows it. This doesn’t happen often, but when some guy who looks vaguely like Frank offers her something non-alcoholic, she accepts it. She doesn’t know what he’s put in it, and it’s made her puke out what feels like her entire digestive tract. He takes her back to his place, and they have to stop every five minutes to let her vomit. Along the way, the vomiting eases but she feels like she’ll faint any minute. It’s left her weak, a state of being she hates.
She’s has no vomit on her clothes, but he insisted on undressing her anyway whilst she’s on his bed. She knows what’s coming; there’s no weapon nearby. Before he can do anything else other than take off his pants with a leery smile, she rolls off the bed, grabs a knife out of her coat pocket just casually laying there. It’s her favourite, one with a serrated edge that cuts through anything like it was butter.
He backs away from this crazy, naked woman, but he’s too slow, and she stabs him over, and over, and over again, so he can’t do anything else. She’s covered in his vile blood. She misses Frank, and sometimes she still remembers him.
"Sometimes, I still remember you."
A year had past since that fateful day that changed their destiny. Now only one of them lived to save the world. No matter what happened, she had to save the world. The world that he loved. The world that had deserted her.
Sometimes I still remember you
when it’s two am
and the sound of crunching gravel
brings you back to my bed.
Sometimes I can still feel the softness
of your fingertips on my neck.
And sometimes, when I take a deep enough breath,
I can still remember the smell of your skin,
breathing out just so I can breathe more of you in.
Sometimes I still think of the things
that you taught me about happiness.
That it takes more than a kiss.
Sometimes, when I’m still remembering you,
I thank you for this.
My mind: Don’t do the thing
Me: I did the thing
They hoped somebody would come.
Lonely, scared, unwanted
They prayed somebody would come.
From a far away place
Where they would never have to grow up
Somebody took them away
They were lost boys after all
Prompt was “They Hoped Somebody Would Come”Idk where I went with it.
They hoped somebody would come, somebody to take them away like that song she used to play all the time, and sing along to badly. She belonged to a different time, when things were simple and didn’t involve alcohol fuelled rages from the two. When they still felt alive and didn’t need a creep feeling them up past numbness. They felt what the other felt, and if one felt scared, both felt scared. They approached a guy with piercings in his face, asked if they could join him. He said he was waiting for a friend, but that they could. The friend turned out to be a chef, who said he would cook their scrawny selves anything they wanted.
The chef’s exact words.
After a while and several beers later, the three of them left together, and for the first time in a long time, they felt happy, genuinely happy. The pierced guy asked if they had somewhere to stay the night, and they lied and said they did. He didn’t believe them. Stay with me, he said. One half scanned through the comment closely. No malice, no ulterior motive. The chef was going to try out the new kitchen, and what a good time to try it. What if they’re on the menu, the other half wanted to know. The other, other half asked it of them. Genuine concern passed between the two companions, and they were silent.
People were not on the menu.
They hoped somebody would come.
There was always a fair share of activity in the city. In a place like this, you’d be hard-pressed to find a quiet day. No matter the number of hunters, no matter all the precautionary measures taken, there was always trouble to deal with.
And of course, trouble seemed to rise in the month of October. It made sense, Dani mused as they flicked idly through the papers on their desk. With people getting excited about the upcoming holiday, the atmosphere practically begged the real monsters to come out and play. They blended right in with the decorations, and with the people dressed up for their costume parties.
People already had a tendency to view stuff of the supernatural variety as something that could be easily explained, or as some dream. Those who knew what they were talking about weren’t usually taken seriously. It all made it that much easier for monsters to get away with a whole bunch of nasty things.
The company needed more hands. With previous employees having moved away, or retired, or - on the rare occasion - died, the Reghoulators wasn’t as big an organization as before. The remaining employees were getting stretched too thin and overworked.
Dani set the papers back down and pulled over last week’s newspaper. They flipped to the ad they’d placed in it, the one calling for people who wanted to be part of a monster hunting experience. It promised good hours, decent pay, and a tight-knit family of friendly employees always willing to answer questions.
It was a good ad. Dani wondered how many people would see it as a hoax, how many people would think they were a bunch of fakes like those ghost hunters on TV. How many people would take it for its word? Would they see it and laugh, then throw the paper away? Would they even read it?
It didn’t matter. As long as somebody answered the call, Dani would do their best to rope them in. The Reghoulators needed more people, after all. They glanced at the clock above their desk and watched the second hand move. Two more hours until they opened their doors for promising applicants.
They hoped, somewhat desperately, somebody would come.