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oasisfound · 3 years
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An Afternoon Haze Pg 3 Ch1 The sun was setting and darkness would soon be upon them. And still, he could see the wreckage behind him, too far to turn back, too close to be a decent distance. He closed his eyes, beginning to shake the uncertainty and guilt creeping in... “Come on now, we can't keep our eyes back there, we need to keep going- it was fun! No...don't say that. It still hurts too much” he shuddered and continued onwards. Dragging Ables makeshift sled as he pressed through the ever-deepening blizzard... he had been too afraid to check for a pulse in the last hour...two...three hours?...the sun was moving so swiftly perhaps it was just a few minutes. But his knees ached, now his head hurt...shut up shut up...you couldn't save them “STOP” looking down at his browning petals, he noticed his motion had been slowed so severely to the frost; it had crawled under his jacket and began stabbing through his flesh.He observed the frost..exquisite designs, scorched into his skin...and he started marching on once again. The sun had reached Paradises opening and was casting beams of golden, once hopeful light throughout the snow, Elliot closed his eyes, biting his lip hard...he couldn't block out the memories...he had to relive it, he had to…So... This is how it happened. It was the day we were going to make a point. We were going to speak out against the religious massacre. We were going to bomb the lower storeroom where our parents maintained all the artifacts. It was one bomb one small bomb. Its radius was tiny it wasn't anything it would've barely wiped out the artifacts. We double, triple checked, it even had glitter in it, it was supposed to coat the lower cellar in glitter and ash. But something else transpired.Think…Think…What went on just hours ago… “This one's going to be big. We’ll show them those stupid artifacts are just hurting the people around them” “Elliot I think you’re taking out some pent-up aggression on old collectibles…” “NAH. anyhow it is going to be fabulous. It’ll coat the whole lower cellar in glitter” “oh yeah perfect then they’ll know exactly who did it.” “A bit late I already set it up…” “You- what? Without me.” “I told you my plan, you’ll have no part in it Able, you’ve gotta keep up the perfect child look” “Where’s no perfect child look” “Good good, keep it up, they’ll never suspect us” KNOCK “yEllOW?”  From beyond the closet door came the ear wracking ring of Lady Elizabeth’s voice. Elliots Fiance. “I’ve been out on the balcony all day waiting for you! You just left me standing there looking like a complete fool. You made me look stupid. You hurt me AGAIN. You’re the absolute worst possible Fiance I've ever had that’s lived this long and HONESTLY. I can’t wait for you to bite the dust after all you’ve put me through.”  “Can we maybe put her in the basement-” “No. go talk to her Elliot. You really need to get it together, you know how her father is, keep this up and you won't make it past the first hour.” “Might be the preferable option…” “well would you rather take the pledge of chastity-” “NOPE!” Elliot kicked the door out, spinning around and taking her hand gently “I’m terribly sorry to have left you there, again, on purpose” “At least I'm trying to make this work, you’re a child.” “A child shouldn't be married off~” “Oh, whatever. Just dance with me and look pretty. You’ll be dead by sunrise” “Oooh, fun, I'm sure I will be.” And we danced and danced...and danced...it, was actually nice...I should’ve been kinder to her...I should've seen it from her side, how horrible it to be treated with such distance before death. We danced for hours and I was bored sick. I made it clear too, I hurt her, and at the time I didn't care...we talked so much about wanting each other dead, but she didn't deserve it… The banquet. “I could probably eat all of this in one bite” “Yeah, and it would be disgusting.” “Aaaooooommmmn” “Oh wow look at that, I was right, you’re a pig” “You’re jusht jealoush “  Able couldn’t stand looking at me, heheh… But what was he looking at...no, who. Taking a moment off himself he realized there was someone else in Ables vision, someone that caught his eye not just once but twice...and not in a good way. ...ah, an Ebonwood. Lady Elizabeth family, a father more likely...Able was watching him like a Hawke, probably covering my dumbass as always…Fast forward...who was in the gala, looking at creepy pictures of my uncle...someone id never really seen before, I didn't pay much attention then, but he feels so familiar...brown hair, dead eyes, pale skin, wheelchair...why do I know that? Ugh...whos next then... mom, dad…? “No no no, can’t do it, nope, they’re fine, they’re ok, they’ll catch up.” He started to shake again “This was supposed to help c-c’mon I get it I was an asshole, b-but I didn't cause this I didn’t I just lived I lived and others might've too so did Able, and all the ones with wings, that's like a lot of them, a lot of them lived, it wasn't me” His legs caved and he hit the snow. “N-no c’mon. C-c’mon they’ll be fine” He started to curl up “S-stop it body s-stop it, we need to keep g-going” He felt his eyes shut, flashes of his mother and father coming to the surface. “S-stop s-stop.” The sun was setting...and the frost creeping under his petals. “I can't make it on my own…” “I'm sorry…” his petals began to shift black, he felt the sludge creeping up his throat and down his eyes “Let go~” his petals flared into the sky, he was pulled up by his back and thrown onto his feet. A wave of black swept over the snow and an eye began to open on his forehead “FUCK. OFF.” Elliot punched the eye, sending himself backward, the eye squinted, and shut. “S-stay down.” he shivered, shutting his eyes, covered in freezing sweat, he squinted, looking into the distance...headlights...about six of them...scavengers. Elliot dragged himself to his feet, quivering as he raised a hand to the sky, a beam of light shooting up from the snow reflecting through the final of his shimmering gold petals, and creating a lance. Untying the cord from his waist he took a defensive stance...and watched...seven headlights...tinted green...a gang without a doubt… He stood his ground, prepared to fight. And as they arrived, circling, blaring their horns, flashing their lights. His ears dropped, he winced but stood tall...no idea where they were, his shaking was evident, becoming more violent as they laughed, his petals changing darker once more, he felt the sludge crawling up his legs. A silhouette made sharper before him, a woman, advancing gradually, reaching a hand out “a Zephline all the way out here? So you must know what transpired” “SH-SHUT IT” he raised his spear, and she pushed it aside with ease, she pressed her hand to his forehead. A wave of green shooting out from him as she pulled forth a necklace of emeralds. Grabbing him by his collar she lifted him up, looking to Able. “get that one too” The dark shot up to him like fractures in ice pitch-black arteries filling his skin, petals falling and skin turning white. The eye opened and two thorn horns jet out from his skull “oh that was a mistake bitch.” They dug their sharpened talons into her chest ripping out a chunk of flesh, she dropped them, tumbling to her knees, he kicked her down turning to the men who already had pulled the emeralds from Able. “heheh...back. The fuck. Off.”  He charged, ripping into the first man, while the other stabbed him in the side twice or thrice, sending him down clawing and punching, a third being stepped forth and pressed his hand to his forehead. And the last thing they could Manage was a gargled, defeated laugh.   “The afterlife feels funny…” Elliot opened his eyes, sitting in a field of turquoise, on a mountaintop overlooking hills and seas… “there’s no way I made into the elysian fields.” he looked around with a rising grimace “there's no way Able didn't.” he rubbed his head closing his eyes “no...this isn't okay at all, but wherever I am I'm not ready to wake up yet…” he sat down “so...ill wait till I'm ready to wake up…” and there he sat, playing with grass and blossoms, gradually beginning to sense the dull aches drawing him nearer to awareness. “Did you hear that? I think he said something” “He's just breathing Plant boy, dead people don’t breathe so be glad he's at least doing that.”   The scavenger muttered, putting on tea in her warn down tiny shack of a house, everything compressed to two rooms and dawning two windows with a skylight. She sat by the old wood stove, watching Elliot with narrowed eyes, bandaged, surrounded by warm embers with blankets stacked up, a few poorly put together tubes attached him to a DIY iv. Bandages wrapped around his chest and arms “the frostbites pretty bad, if he doesn't pull through in the next week I'm pulling the plug.” “no, no-no. I’ll pay you” she raised an eyebrow “with what? You’re a nobody”  “you’re a mechanic right?”  “scaven-gggg you know what, yeah sure I'm a mechanic.”  “we’ll, I could help you out with your shop”  “pfff. What shop.”  “We could..make one?”  “I'm not making a shop to keep your brain-dead brother alive.” “then don't do it for him, do it because you want to! and ...also because I really need your help…” “fine~ but like I said. If it doesn't work in one week, he's out. And so are you” Able let out a relieved sigh, sinking back “This is doable”  “PFFT. hah. Sure.” She sat back, pouring tea into a can, and handing it to Able “calm before the storm I guess. Sip up” “no rest for the wicked…” “yeah whatever, so like, do we steam this vegetable or how do you hydrate it” “I could just stick his hand in some water and as long as he gets light he’ll be ok” “Your plants are so...weird. And kind of impressive, if I got cut and just needed some sunshine that’d be-but you plants are usually stuck up so nevermind~” “not all..” “said all.” “point taken, do you have any paper I could use? I have some ideas for your shop” “Already?” “my brother's life is on the line, I’ll be working at this until we get your shop up and flourishing.” “you don’t want to investigate how you got out there?” “what I don’t know can't hurt me, right now is what's important, and right now he’s losing time the less I work” “ok ok desperado.” she scoffed, handing him some paper and a charcoal pencil “thank you…” “uhuh.” she eyed him as he worked, sketching out blueprints and floor plans, signs and locations, he seemed to have a good idea on her inventory “I keep a keen eye out on everything...well...I feel like it's a habit anyways…” 
“is mind-reading also one?” Able bellowed out a deep, gentle laugh. “ I try not to do it too much” Her eyes widened “Ok ok not really, we can't read minds, I don’t think so anyway” “let’s hope not. For your sake.” Able moved Elliot's palm into a little dish of water, and opened a window over him, kissing his brow and heading outside to start demonstrating his ideas to the Scavenger, her back and front yard consisted of a junkyard that Able was determined to organize, build and prepare for selling spare parts and presenting his trash to treasures vehicle repair service.  Their distant voices brought a tiny smirk to Elliot's lips, sitting in this dull dark pain, listening to his brother work, so long as Able was in earshot, Elliot could count on him...and focus on this long patient recovery...hours of sitting, unable to even open his eyes. It was pure torture. But so long as he had Ables voice to guide him...He knew he could pull through on top.
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oasisfound · 3 years
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Daylight Falls.
Frost creeps up the burned beams and splintered glass. Sunshine climbs over a ruined ruin. A cold breeze washing over this land of snow.
A metallic sound echoes through the air, the music bouncing over scraps of devastation, a figure bounces to the electro beat, swaying from side to side, a bucktooth grin on their freckled face.
As the music played, a crackle and pop accompanied the impact of their hoverbike. A toolbox was slung across their hip as they pulled off to the side. In one hand they held a crowbar, and they clutched a box in the other, and they started to dig out a wonderful golden chest from the ash that they had just discovered buried. “Look at you, ohohoh! You are gonna make mama seriously rich,” she grinned as that soothing PING echoed, the wonderful sound of a single golden latch popping off one fancy-decorated chest.
“Look at you...gorgeous” she gradually lifted a large compilation of gold and emerald jewelry, themes that matched the once stunning halls of green wallpaper lined in gold. Crystalline flooring that all now ley in total destruction, surrounding probably the happiest scavenger to ever live. This game of dance and crowbar continued until the sun began to pass beyond the large holes on the ceiling of Paradise’s grand caverns.
When the light was getting lower in the sky and large shadows cast backward. That's when this scavenger began to discover the bodies encasing the lower floors near the shattered, frosted ballroom coated with snow and ash.
The scavenger knelt down, music blasting, and off popped an arm, a jaw, removing the rather delicate corpses from the chests and glittering gold they had died protecting.
Their spunky demeanor faltering when they witnessed the corpses made of plant matter. Branches and petals are now ruined or covered in their natural gem. Rolling their eyes the scavenger began to gather these petal-shaped gems, pinks...blues...greens...gold...gold...gold…their brows quirked as they looked ahead seeing a trail of gold, then it just dropped into “onyx? No, Obsidian?”
they frowned and proceeded to follow it, slowly peering their head around the corner of a massive ruined entryway. There she saw a figure with his back to her, wings open and surrounding ahead of them, protecting something.
“oooOOOHHHH This one gotta be BIG” they grinned, running over and beginning to shove the wings open as hard as she could.
“ohohoho still warm~ must be imp-” there curled up in his brothers' arms was Elliot. “Great, another plant. Just what I needed” the scavenger rolled their eyes and stepped back, crossing their arms with a scowl...their eyes slowly widening as Elliot began to stir, they whirled around and speed-walked off towards their bike “don't look at it don't look at it don't look at it” they leapt onto their motorbike and as they revved it up a hand slammed onto their handle “AAAAAEWHAT DO YOU WANT YOU OVERSIZED CACTUS.”
Elliot gradually blinked, watching her, he looked utterly exhausted. Shutting his eyes for a moment, wincing at the blasting music, his first set of ears lowering. he leaned against her handles “Me and my somewhat frozen brother are looking for a ride~” “my bikes too small.” “it can toe, I saw your latches on the back” “yeah toe what?” “you’re a mechanic” “scavenger-”
“you want to be a mechanic” they scrunched their nose in retaliation but said no more “anyways, the point is you’re clever, you’re resourceful~ and you’re really crazy over scavenging our property so-” they revved the motor, slammed on the gas, and wrenching the handlebars from his hands they took off into the east. Dropping gems along the way as this scavenger became no more than a small dot in the distance.
Elliot sighed, trudging over to Able and settling beside him with a huff “well. That was useless.” he rubbed his face “we could just wait for another one, they're bound to be all over this place soon hehe” peering at Able, the creeping fear was setting in, and he once more pressed his ear to his brother's chest...waiting..waiting...thud...so calm, and so slow, nearly nonexistent, and the frost was getting bad.
His legs were undoubtedly brittle. He had already started losing his petals and turning to the oranges and browns…” I’ll get us out of this mess...just think...think.” he looked to the east, ears low, eyes dim...his brow furrowed slightly as he began to notice the gems “oh...ooohk…” he looked up into the far horizon “civilization, worth a shot.”
catching Ables’ limbs, he hauled him over so he was laying on his back. And began to attach a sled made of shattered timber and glass, tearing down ropes that used to be their ballroom drapes, and tying them together, weaving in and out.
He was using his ballroom cord...his ballroom cord, this was gone, they were gone. Memories, good times, cherished pieces, youth fun, his hands started to tremble “heh steady out there El...steady out” he whispered as he tightened the rope, picking it up and tying it to himself next “if you don't keep a level head you’re gonna lose your brother too. C’mon, let's go”
Elliot attempted to make it, he endeavored to cope with the cold, but his joints started to go brittle and frigid before even reaching the end of the property line, still, he shoved, and pressed, until his leg sank in and he hit the earth, trembling in the snow face down...he knew, he hated, but he knew. So he stood and began to rip down drapes, cloth, bedsheets. “I don't know why I'm trying to preserve this. It’s all going to the black market anyways...nothings sacred nothings left.” he choked it the words as if they'd make him feel better...but it really didn't.
Taking a deep breath in he began to march onwards into the East, picking up gemstones and tinted petals of families knew before, people he grew up with, the first two were the heaviest. They warped his gut, clouded his vision, his heart ached and pounded in remorse, seeing familiar hues of old friends now gone. Was it his fault? Things didn't go the way they were supposed to.
Why did he make it out... how- and it vanished, it became grey, and all he saw was grey. The colors were gone, the light was white. His skin continued to shift to a grey, as dark petals developed across his throat. He pressed on. He sensed no cold, no temperature, not even when sweat drenched him just to freeze over his clothes the moment it reached any outside air. “You’re gonna o-owe me s-so much sushi after t-today” he whispered cracking a little smile, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he pushed onwards through the snow.
“One stride at a time...the sun is drifting into Paradises’ grand opening, a window that leads off the peak, letting in the sunlight that spans for miles. It was also the path of the sea...meaning warmth...and fish...hopefully...if rumors were true, there wasn't one cold beach in Paradise. Perfect…hang in there Able..”
Next Weeks Upload shouldn't have any setbacks this week caught me in the middle of moving so everything got a little funky.
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oasisfound · 3 years
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A Night In Paradise
The sky opens up and down from it falls a silhouette through the clouds, accompanied by a barrage of flame and massive wooden beams. The earth shakes like a heavy beat hitting the base of the earth’s core. A thundering boom echoes across the sky as the clouds light up
his heart pounds as the debris slowly comes into focus, fading from black to a blurred array of light and heat surrounding him as he falls through...then it kicks in, the butterflies, the sharp tingling sensation, this was it. This is what it felt like to be alive. A smirk begins to crack across his bloody lips and he begins to laugh, a cackle that echoes across the sky, he opens his arms.
Another boom follows with the beat of the booms guiding him he slams into a large curved wall. Looking up at the fire raining down, his eyes widen, his heart pounds his smirk breaks into a grin and he launches into the sky. Stepping onto falling stairs that creak and crack into ash as he bolts up them. Lunging for the torn walls the earth nearing closer and closer. He just had to buy time for them to show...
A third boom rocks all the flaming ruin around him further towards the earth below, and with each pulse bringing him to push further, run faster, jump higher.
“Do you SEE this Will! It’s MARVELOUS” he cries, throwing his hands into the air as he runs up the last flight of stairs he laughs as he leaps off the top and into the clouds. And for a brief moment, he can see above the flame, the smoke and fog...over the clouds reach the sunset and in this moment of serenity he feels his body begin to shake, someone from above is diving down, a winged figure, but too far. Too late “end of the line Will” he whispers before the drop. His stomach flies into his gut and it all goes up as he enters free fall. And below him, he can see it all in ruins, the manor...what was left of it. A bonfire below, his smile fades, and he swallows. Watching the flames grow higher as he falls closer. Another pulse shakes his body, beginning to turn it black, he coughs and shakes “c’mon buddy...don’t go” black begins to pour from his eyes as it fly's up into the sky  “fine. Deal~” he chuckles...and with no response, he glances from side to side.
wincing as the ground approaches he can feel the heat now, singing, sizzling. Burning off chunks of leafy flesh, catching his petals aflame “I SAID DEAL” he screams, sinking into the flames as they eat away at him, incinerating his every fiber “WILL” voice drowned in the crackling agony of his branches breaking…
Black.
It hurts…
Make it stop…
Hours later. The winged figure had landed, digging through the debris “Elliot?” the figure calls, lifting what he could touch without risking catching himself aflame. By now the sky had gone black with smoke. The stench of burned flesh turned his stomach, made him want to vomit...and as he lifted a wall, that crumbled in his hands, a noble was found, curled around a box, skin singed to the box jaw busted, eyes burned in. he began to shake at the sight of it, and hundreds like it surrounding him “ELLIOT” his voice hit low, booming across the wreckage with a thundering power...but the only response he was given was the collapse of a gazebo in the far distance beside what was a fountain...he shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath, a sickening smell that he could taste, it felt like sludge trailing down his throat and into his gut, grabbing hold of his insides and twisting them in their cruel grasp.
A voice whispers “here he is...follow me” his eyes open and seeing a trail of black the winged figure takes off running faster than he's ever run in his life, busting through debris, bulldozing a path through the embers, and singing his petals tears threatening his eyes as he spots a pile of dimmed blues and burnt yellows.
“No no no” running to his side he kneels and looks carefully fearing to touch, lest his brother crumbles away in his hands. The trail slinks into a shade looming behind the winged man, looming over him with a sharp white grin “he’s dead. Knight you were too slow” he sang, as this familiar voice trickled into his ear, he felt his heart twist and compress “i-i told you not to trust him” he whispered “what-” “I TOLD YOU WHAT HE WAS. WHY DIDNT YOU LISTEN!?” the knight dropped to his other knee beginning to shake looking down at the brother he had loved and held for nearly twenty years.
The figure quirked an eyebrow “oh...but you can still save him” the knight lowered his head “it’s just a small favor...a little deal, that’s a-” “leave me demon.” “ah-huh?” “I will not make the mistake he did.” the knight stood, reaching a hand out to his side. One final boom echoed out as a massive hammer made of light rose from the earth and into his hands. Slowly looking over his shoulder at the demon he growled in a voice that sent chills down the creature’s spine
“leave me Demon. I BANISH THEE FROM MY PRESENCE” with one swing of his hammer the creature vanished into dust. Looking around, the knight put a hand to his face, then his mouth, his wings spread. “I won’t leave you for good Elliot... I -... I need to breathe” but his wings would not allow him, the guilt weighed him to the earth, and soon his knees would not allow him to stand. Plummeting to the ground he was left, to face his brother's half-burnt corpse. The sludge built up in his lungs and guilt dug through his intestines, black seeped out of his mouth as he sunk into the ground, vision blurring. He watched on as this guilt, pride...took shape, and stood once more like the figure. “That was pitifully easy, knight.” he sighed, walking over to the corpse, rolling his shoulders back
“Unfortunately for you. Your brother already made me a deal...and though he is the...less desirable option. It’s better than going home empty-handed now isn't it~ oh don’t bother speaking, I know you can’t” he shrugged, leaning over, and placing his hand over Elliot's face...he took a deep breath in “not yet fucker.” he grinned limbs falling to the side as he was raised, green energy winding up from the earth going inside his limbs and pulling him together, the demon jet a claw through Elliot's chest grabbing his heart and crushing it. Slowly stepping into his body through his chest. Finally releasing his face, he dropped to the ground on all fours. Hacking up black and red, his body shook and a mark began to burn and singe into his forehead in the shape of a closed eye. His eyes opened briefly, enough to see his brother reaching out to him “Elliot…” a voice as calming and stable as ever...no tremble no fear, simply gentle ease “I know” was Elliot's breathy response, taking his brother's hand, before hitting the ground. Both of them resting in the rubble and debris of their home.
Welcome To Paradise.
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