Day: November 13, 2017

mythsandmonsters:

“I know. I just… even the thought scares me half to death.”

He knew she meant every word, but he still couldn’t shake the fear in knowing that the way things worked with the Fates, he had no way of knowing for sure what lay ahead in his own future or others where it intersected with his own.

“Banish the thought, Cam. I’ve never walked away from anyone and I have no intentions of starting, especially not with you.”

She understood his fear though. She had it too now, but she was burying it as deeply inside of herself as possible. If she thought on it too much, she would break all over again and, right now, he needed her.

mythsandmonsters:

“At least you know he’d protective of you. I’ve met a fair few guys who don’t care that much.”

Charlie was smart enough to put the pieces together and come up with the probability that Adi’s brother was concerned about the same boyfriend that had been feeding her bad information on using magic, though he didn’t approach her about it just yet.

“Well, we’re twins, so maybe that’s why?” 

Of course, it was irritating at times, really, but she wouldn’t trade her brother for anything. He was her best friend, even when he was wrong. He was still the person she turned to first. 

Prompt: It’s 4am and you’ve found yourself scrolling another weird site on the internet: one dedicated to missing persons. The most unusual part isn’t the site you’re on, but that there’s an image of you with today as the “last seen” date.

It was late and he knew he was supposed to be in bed, but his friends all seemed to be posting the link and he was curious. It had to be something new that he was missing out on, his usual taste in websites more along the lines of “weird knowledge no normal person needs”. 

Chris wasn’t expecting what he saw. 

It was a list of local missing persons. Some of them he knew about, kids that had disappeared from his school or the surrounding areas. It was nothing new, they lived in a weird city.

But it was his own face that had caught his attention. 

Chris Jefferies, 18
Last Seen: 11/12/2017 at 3:45pm

His most recent photo, one of his senior pictures, was attached with numbers to call.

It had to be a bullshit prank. He had been home all evening, sitting in his room, reading and surfing the web for new story ideas. He wasn’t missing. 

Disgruntled, he pulled up messenger and clicked on Robby, shooting him a quick message. If anyone knew what was going on, it would be his best friend.

Chris: Dude, what the hell is going on? Why am I on some missing person site?
Robby: Who is this????
Chris: Don’t be a dick, Robby. It’s me. Jesus, this joke isn’t funny.
Robby: I don’t know who you are, but pretending to be Chris is fucking sick. I’m calling the cops.
Chris: This. IS. Chris. I’m at fucking home, stop being an ass.
Chris: Robby, seriously. This shit ain’t funny.
Chris: Robby??

Frustrated, he got up and yanked his bedroom door open hard and stomped down the steps towards the kitchen. He had missed dinner, it wasn’t out of the ordinary, and he was on the hunt for leftovers.

He hadn’t expected to see his mother sitting at the kitchen table with a cold mug of tea in her hands. She looked sick.

“Ma, you okay?” he asked, his anger dissipating almost instantly as he slid into the seat across from her.

She didn’t look up.

“Mom?” He tapped at the table, but it had no effect. With a sigh, he reached out to touch her hand, frowning when all she did was rub at the spot as if she was cold. 

That’s when it hit him. He didn’t remember actually coming home. He remembered leaving school, but he couldn’t remember actually getting home. 

“Shit…”

Prompt: Flip a coin. If it’s heads, write from the perspective of a murderer. If tails, write from the perspective of the victim. Don’t let us know which one it is until the last line.

The room was poorly lit, cold and barren. Her voice echoed off the walls as she tried to call for help. It took almost an hour for her to realize there was no coming for her. No one knew where she was. But still she screamed, desperate and clinging to any last bit of hope. She didn’t want to die there. 

“Are you done yet?” he asked, voice cold as he leaned against the wall just out of sight. 

She recognized his voice. He was the guy from the club, the one that had offered to get her a cab so wouldn’t have to drive drunk. She had been dumb enough to just give him her car keys and ask him to drive her instead. 

She had passed out about half way home, the roads familiar and comforting. She had trusted him. 

That hadn’t even been her first mistake. 

When he stepped into the light, she could see the sheer lack of care in his eyes now. There was no charming smile, no sweet seeming concern. Just a hollow shell.

She screamed.

He seemed pleased by the sound as he began humming to himself, fingers skimming over the set of knives he had laid on a small, metal table. Each  blade was clean, well kept, and terrifying. 

She watched in horror as he picked up the first blade and tested the weight. Had she not been bound and certain she was going to die, she would have asked what it was for.

Whether she wanted to know or not, she was about to find out as he rested the edge of it against her arm and slid it down. The pain didn’t register beyond heat at first as he began to literally skin her. 

The pain was beyond words, but it didn’t stop him. Instead, he seemed almost gleeful as he continued to carve away the flesh on her arms and shoulders. 

When he finally took a step back, she sagged in her chains, weeping and begging him to stop. She couldn’t figure out what she had done to deserve this, but she just wanted to go home.

“I won’t tell, I swear I won’t tell, just let me go, please!” she begged, voice hoarse from the tears and screams.

He only smirked and picked up the next blade, a slender, fine tipped thing. “Hold still,” he warned before placing the tip against her chest and beginning to cut. It was his signature, a series of falling feathers under her clavicle. Each one detailed and delicate, meticulous with years of practice. There would be no doubt that it was his work.

It didn’t hurt as bad as the skinning. She had a couple tattoos and it wasn’t much worse than those. But still she cried.

He was growing bored with the task at hand, he always did, but he didn’t stop until the third feather was complete. 

She wished he would have stuck to those.

The next blade had a jagged edge, one that was better for tearing than actually cutting. It was his favorite and he gripped her face, prying her open before placing the knife to the inside of her cheek and dragging it towards her ear. 

She thrashed and screamed, trying to bite him, as he turned to the other side of her mouth and repeated the gesture. He didn’t even bother to wipe the spray of blood from his face before continuing to mutilate her face. 

She lost consciousness, the darkness and lack of sensation a small relief before she was forced back into it. 

“No sleeping,” he growled, resting that awful knife against her side. 

She tried to focus on him, but she couldn’t through the haze of blood loss and pain. 

“If that’s how it is, fine,” he sighed, digging the blade in and ripping it across her middle, effectively gutting her and cutting her life short.

Once he was certain she was dead, Chance took a step back and finally wiped his face off before using the blood to slick back his blonde hair. 

He had never even bothered to learn her name.

Prompt: Kyle attempts to sell his soul to the devil. Gavin must stop him.

Things had taken a turn for the worst at home and, honestly, Kyle just couldn’t take it anymore. His little sister was in the hospital, her jaw broken in three places, but his dad didn’t care. She had walked in on things she wasn’t supposed to see and she would have told. It was something his father wasn’t about to let happen.

He didn’t know where Gavin was at that moment, he didn’t care. The nearest crossroads wasn’t too far of a walk and he had gotten everything he needed already. It had to work. He needed out of this mess and he didn’t care what it cost him if it kept him and his sister safe.

Once the little box was buried, he waited, trying to keep calm, but he couldn’t sit still. 

“Well now, aren’t you a young one,” a voice purred from the darkness. 

Kyle squinted, trying to make out the figure before the woman stepped under the lone street light. She was definitely more than he was expecting with her wicked smile painted crimson to match the dress hugging her form. 

“And so broken.”

He flinched at that but he made no attempt to argue. He knew he was a disaster. “I want…I want to make a deal,” he mumbled, tearing his gaze from her and trying to catch his breath.

“You want your daddy gone, is that it? Don’t be so alarmed, we always know what you want,” she cooed, walking around him and trailing her fingers over his back. “I can give you what you want, but you’ll only get a handful of years of peace.”

“I don’t care.”

“Good answer,” she breathed, leaning in to seal the deal before she was torn from the boy. 

Leave it to the kid to get his ass into a mess on the one day Gavin had to do something else. 

“Are you kidding me right now? I leave you alone for one day ONE DAY! And this is what you go do? And you wonder why I don’t let you out of my sight most of the time?” the angel ranted, clearly upset.

“And you,” he snarled, turning on the demon. “Let that woman go before I burn your stale ass out of her,” he warned, a coldness Kyle had never heard slipping into his voice. 

The demon didn’t need to be told twice, the woman crumpling as a black figure faded out of her. It was almost horrifying.

“Why did you come back? I was so close to being free!” Kyle screamed, throwing a punch at the overbearing angel.

Gavin caught his fist and held him still, a sad smile on his lips. “What do you think I was trying to do? I found your mother and turned evidence over to the cops. Did you really think I was going to let you stay in that awful place?”

Prompt: A demon inhabits a new host only to find the host is more evil than they are.

She had been an easy mark. The girl was isolated, quiet, didn’t stand out. No one would notice if he took over her form and went about his business. She had no family that he could find, no connections. It was meant to be simple.

But her head was disturbing. It was absent of the usual thoughts of humans, replaced by a sort of static. White noise. And, when an actual thought did break free from that eerie mess, it was disturbing. 

Sure, he was a demon and he had done some pretty awful things, but he had never once considered caving in the skulls of young children or feeding babies to their own mothers. It was a disturbing set of circumstances and he was suddenly worried that she had actually done these awful things.

He didn’t want to delve any deeper than that. 

It didn’t matter, one or another, this girl was going to hell and he damn sure was keeping her body in line until then. She could kill adults in whatever fucked up manner she wanted, that wouldn’t have bothered him, but babies? That was a different story altogether.