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Death at Okobridge Cove - Ten Years later - By Hannah Elizabeth Fisher
Ten Years Later
Any typical human would see nothing but an unimaginative red brick building with large, darkened windows covered in those awful school-chic blinds. There was a white door with a key coded lock to enter, which deterred anyone that might try to open it, and a gravel path leading to the pavement where two ancient trees stood. Sometimes a homeless woman could be seen sleeping in the doorway of this building for a little safety and sometimes kids would fly past on their bicycles and throw rocks at the glass. It was quintessentially British.
If you were like me, as you got closer to this seemingly normal building, it would shift. The windows would fold in on themselves silently, imploding slowly as something new appeared in the building’s location. The first time I witnessed this I had the urge to throw up.
They say once you’re turned, it opens a whole new world. Perfect vision. The irony.
I paused at the end of the path, taking in a long deep breath even though I didn’t need to. Force of habit, I reminded myself, you’re dead.
I was playing with the ring on my finger, watching it turn and turn, my mind running at a hundred miles an hour.
Flashes of Poppy laughing in my ear. Her cold, lifeless body laid out in our first floor flat. Deep red blood pooling into my carefully picked out cream carpet. I was screaming, yet no sound was coming out. It reminded me of those old black and white silent movies my grandmother loved so much.
I lifted my eyes to look at the ominous building in front of me. I took a few steps and watched as it merged into the grand building I remembered from that very first night. I used to walk past here every day on my way home from work. It was always the same, boring old building. I just assumed it was an admin office for Fallmond College close by. But now I had my new eyes, it was a lot different. I wasn’t totally sure how The Hive had managed to conceal an entire building, and quite frankly the details confused me. I wasn’t ready to believe in magic quite yet.
Towering over me, where the boring office building stood a moment ago was a grand manor house. As I leaned my head back to look up at the now grey brickwork, I felt an uneasy sensation in my stomach. The building was sloping out of the darkness, beckoning me inside. The path lead up to a set of grey stone steps and was encased by two enormous square towers. There were no visible windows on the lower floor, but the floors above had grand circular stained-glass art works as far as the eye could see.
The rooms on the lowest floor were home to the “little demons.” A rather awful name engineered for the newly turned Strigoi, where they were tortured into having their first meal as a monster. My research into the creature I had become took me down some very disturbing paths. Their reasoning was simple, these rooms were the closest to the protection spells to the outside world, so there was no chance a passing postman could hear screaming younglings while on his morning rounds.
I took another false deep breath, hands resting on either side of my face as I tried to ground myself and began to trudge up the pathway and steps. Returning here was something I never intended on doing. I remember my first day so vividly.
Forcing myself to resist. A darkness taking over my mind. The steaming hot beast crawling up my throat. My own helplessness. The boy crying, screaming. I hate myself.
I rested my hand on the deep mahogany wood of the door, it felt warm to my fingertips. I found myself wishing my phone would buzz, someone telling me I’m needed. I pulled it from my pocket and checked the screen, nothing. Unwillingly and after fighting with myself for a moment, I pushed on the door, and it opened easily with an eerie creek.
There were no handles or locks, only those apart of the Faction of Fallmond could enter without an invitation. Unfortunately, I was technically one of them.
Once I was inside, the door closed itself behind me softly.
I entered into a long hallway with six doors on either side. There was no noise, but I knew what was happening behind them. The walls were made from dark wood and there were tables between each door with vases of red roses on, almost like The Hive were trying to cover up their murderous tendencies with pretty flowers.
There were two men at the bottom, sitting on large comfy looking chairs and chatting about some football game from the 80’s. I wondered if they were there to intervene if things started to get hairy with the Little Demons or if they were simply trying to avoid others. I know I would be. Neither of them looked up to see who had come in, but I doubt they cared. Or they knew I weas coming and were told not to acknowledge me. It had been ten years since I left.
It was a strange feeling, returning here. There was no attachment for me apart from the man who killed my girlfriend, The Hive’s Forebearer. Sabian. The one who I was escaping from. The one who had sent me a letter, describing a Faction Crisis, all hands-on deck situation… And then there was Lucas, the one who helped me when I needed it.
Why did I even return? Did I want to see him again, Sabian? Remind myself of his face? Remind myself of what he has done? Or did I care enough about the Faction members I left behind to come running when I am beckoned…? I made a mental note to think more about this later.
I straightened my black denim jacket, a present from my grandfather, with its makeshift studded detail that I had carefully sewn on at four am one morning and tried to walk down the corridor with some form of purpose. I should at least try and look like I belong here.
I rounded the corner into another long hallway, this one lined with paintings or photographs taken by members. They’d had some pretty famous faction members in the past, a portrait of Andy Warhol sat proudly above a table, teeth out like a growling wolf.
The old wooden floor of the entry way turned into a fluffy cherry red carpet as I made my way to the meeting room at the bottom. The paintings here depicted something horrific. Unhinged scenes of murder, of turning rituals and the historical “blood draining” from the 1600’s. I wonder If this is like The Hive’s equivalent to the crucifixion…
The mahogany double doors at the bottom of the hallway were propped open, and hushed voices were emitting from within. I paused just before I got to there. I could see Lucas from where I stood, tall and overbearing, chatting to a girl I didn’t recognise. There was the man who helped me make my first kill… but also the man who helped me leave without being seen.
I’d missed him.
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Apologies.
Prompt: "forgive me, please."
Character: Dianthus Smirnov.
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Falling back into hydras hands was the last thing Dian ever wanted. Hes not even sure how it happened. One moment everything was okay. He had just left Kais to report for a mission and the next- well. He's not sure what the next really was. He just knows he'd lost months, and he started to come back after someone attempted to kill him.
He'd been tackled to the ground just in time, hitting his head hard against the concrete. He suffered a concussion, but that was the least of his worries. He was concerned as to why he was now working for hydra, looking at Bellamys concerned face.
"You okay?"
Dian nodded, offering a smile. Continuing to play the roll he'd been given at the start of this. The friendly guy.
Dian liked Bellamy, but he didn't trust him. It wasn't personal. It had more to do with where they were than anything else, he knew Bellamy would help him. He didn't doubt it for a single second. He'd help Bellamy if he at all could, but he couldn't place his trust in anyone right now.
His head was clouded, and everything hurt, but he continued on. He couldn't miss a beat or else hydra would know- would learn that hes gained control of his mind again. He's fighting the urge to run. Walking back into the room he spent so much time in as a child alone sends him into a frenzy, and he can feel the panic start creeping up his spine.
"Zyrain! You're back!"
Dianthus head snaps around to a look at the bubbly teen with a bright smile. Dian didn't know that the kid had picked up on his panic, or could hear the panicked thoughts in his head.
"You know I'll come back."
The boy bounced over, wrapping Dian in a hug.
"I know. He says you won't."
The he in question was the boys alter, Novak. Dian didn't know much about him, other than he was the exact opposite of the bubbly Kyren that's currently hugging him.
"Yeah, but he's full of shit."
Kyren laughed, before letting go of the older man. Dian cannot help but to see himself in the young teen. They came from similar pasts. He knew what it was like to grow up as a lab experiment, never seeing or interacting with the outside world. Over the last few months, even with no memory of his own past, Dian had grown a soft spot for the boy, having known what he was going through.
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He kept the charade up for another month before it became too much for him. The final straw was watching them experiment on Kyren, not being able to do anything to help the boy. He tried to ignore the screams that quickly turned into threats as the other side, as Kyren referred to it, came out. It wasn't long before Dian moved on his own accord, using his own ability, psychokinesis, on the largest scale he ever has. Within seconds, every machine, every window, every eprson standing near him was broken, shattered, or killed.
Sparks were shooting off everywhere and he knew soon a fire would break out. The sound of an alarm going off was in the back of his head, and the least of his concerns. He rushed towards Kyren, pulling him off the table. They were both getting out of there- or Kyren was. He'd be damned if he let the boy live another day like this.
"Come on."
It wasn't difficult for them to get off the base. Not when you had an arsonist that could see seconds into the future, or someone who could make anyone hulluniate.
Though, Dian knew that getting off the base was the easy part. He's done it before. It's getting away from the base that gets difficult. Though, he has a talent for falling off the face of the earth, and that's exactly what they did.
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Months passed before either of them was seen again. Those months were well spent- Dianthus teaching Kyren how to control his powers. He couldn't help with Novak as much, but Novak liked him enough to not make himself a threat, or well known. Dian regained his memories as days passed, each one getting harder.
His head bothered him enough normally. His psychokinesis kept his head buzzing, staying attuned to all the energy around him. Between that and forceful memories breaking through- he was losing his grip on what sanity he had left. It didn't help that hydra had further experimented on him and he had to learn to deal with that too.
"Dianthus?"
He could hardly hear Kyren over everything going on in his head. He only acknowledged Kyren when the boy put his hand on his shoulder.
"You should go back."
Dian looked at him in horror, fear creeping up his spine. Kyren panicked for a moment, quickly correcting himself.
"Home. To your friends. To the one you think about all the time."
His fear didn't go away, but he relaxed slightly at the mention of Kai. He missed him. Kai was the only person Dian has ever felt safe around, and even though he can't bring himself to say it- Dian loved Kai. Being away from him has been hell. But he didn't want to bring Kai into this. And he didn't want to risk putting Kyren in danger.
Kyren carefully pulled Dian into a hug, something that the older man had learned to accept from the boy.
"You're barely holding it together. They'll help. Like you helped me."
Kyren was right, and he knew it. Tex wouldn't be happy with him, but he knew the cowboy wouldn't let him just suffer. And he knew Kai would even question it. But, he knew he was taking a risk. He didn't want to put a target on them.
"Dian. Come on. It's time."
Kyren at this point wasn't giving him a choice. He would singlehandedly drag Dian back to his people if it was necessary. Dian just nodded- no energy to speak. He could barely make himself move. Kyren teleported them back to the city Dian had been staying in. The older man directed the kid to his old apartement, and directed himself towards Kais.
Walking in through the familiar doors immediately lifted the negative feelings that had been weighing him down. He was safe. He was somewhere familiar that's never given him a bad memory. He could be okay for the moment.
He tried to make it to Kais bedroom, but he didn't make it. He barely reached the couch before his body completely gave out. He didn't know how exhausted he really was, how his fear and anxiety as been weighing him down, exhausting him to his core.
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He was asleep for hours before he finally woke up. He panicked momentarily when he felt someone holding him, but he was familiar with this warmth. He was familiar with the gentleness of the hold, the hand tangled in his hair.
He was quiet as he wrapped his own arms around Kai, desperatly holding him close. Before he realized it he was crying against the other man's chest.
"Please. Please. Forgive me, please."
Everything of the last several months weighed on him. The things he done under hydra, the things he had done to survive, to keep him and Kyren safe- it all got to him.
In any other instance, it wouldn't have bothered him as bad. But the last several months have messed with him mentally. Hydra, erasing everything, the memories coming back, his head a constant state of static, alerting him to everything. It all has caught up to him, all in the arms of the only person that could make him feel safe.
#writing prompts.#aethers writing#∆ kai#i love thr relstionships between mine and faiths characters sm.#¶ Dianthus#{zyrain}#{helios}#¶ Kyren | Novak
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3 months being 26 I want my 25 back.
3 months being 26 I want my 25 back.
I’ve only been 26 for 3 months
and I want my 25 back
its bad enough turning 25
and you remind me that I am almost 50
but no im 26
you go on about how im practically 30
and If I cant get my age right
then you complain about my clothes
still sayin I am to get them to bed
I guess I should just
say when the haters come bay
to fuck off right out my head.
I’ve only been 26 for 3 months
I…
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That hat, tilted jauntily forward, to say, ‘I’m something special.’ But only because of the silver spoon you were born with, tucked safely now between those carefully rouged, but too severe for comfort, lips. And those hands, pushing the book’s wisdom away with their dismissive stance, but eyes still searching for some meaning to the day. Your children will pay for your ambition. You will suffer from self-pity and too much cake, because that is the destiny of your tribe. I looked at this picture and 80 words later had her attitude nailed - for me. I'm sure I will change me mind within a year. That's the value of great art. It's never static. Ask Bach, Beethoven or the Beatles. #artistsoninstagram #writingprompts #workshop #writerscommunity #writersconnection #artprompt #writinginspiration #authorsblog #writersblock #hulluniversity #hulluni #brynmorjoneslibrary #artist #artiseverywhere (at Hull Uni Library) https://www.instagram.com/p/B29L-e0H-or/?igshid=1r10vditwdjk2
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It Took Me a Year - A Molologue by Hannah Elizabeth Fisher
It Took Me A Year
It took me a year to convince myself that I didn’t love you. When people asked me the question, people I am close to, I was able to answer without much thought. Answer honestly and tell them the truth. My mind knew that I didn’t love you, that you didn’t deserve to be loved by me, that I should have never loved you for as long as I did.
It was my heart that needed convincing. My words were detached from my fears. The fear of being alone, the fear that no one would ever care again. The fear that your care, even though it is so minimal, is the best that I am ever going to get, because I am broken, because you broke me.
The trauma I have suffered at your hands will be the worst I will put myself through, I have always known that I am worth more, and yet I let you ruin me, because you made me love you. You were perfect, charming, understanding. Then the mask comes off, the world spins, the sun sets, and you are a different person. You change, you’re angry, you scream, I cry. My tears make you feel like a bad person.
Good, you are.
I will never let go of you, I am as sure of that as I was the first time I told you that I love you, that night after you left her for me. But now the reasons are different.
Now I know that it is not because you were my first love.
It’s because you made me feel as though no one would care.
You made me feel like I was not worth spending time with.
You made me feel isolated with my own thoughts, that I could never say how I felt.
I was always the horrible one when I was low and didn’t want to tell you what I was thinking, because I knew… you would then scream. It’s not my fault, it’s in the past, it won’t happen again, I did it because I knew you would be upset, I lied, I lied, I lied.
You will always stay with me, the way an awkward memory does.
Something I think about on my low days when my mind just wants to give me another little kick. When I think about stepping into the road and my life flashes before my eyes:
You will be the villain in my story.
It took me a year to come to terms with the way I felt about you, knowing that it was not right any more. It took me a year to realise that I am not being treated the way I should be. That it was routine. Habit. Co-dependence.
Once I gained my strength. Once I found that I could do this alone.
There was nothing left for you, with me.
It took me a year.
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On the train to give a drum masterclass at Hull Uni. Looking forward to meeting everyone! #hulluni @protectionracket @promarkbydaddario @roland_uk @evansdrumheads http://ift.tt/2jVe2ls
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Raised eyebrows
All my life
there has always been one
or maybe even two
raised eyebrows,
raised eyebrows,
raised eyebrows,
odd socks, the wrong shoes, wrong uniform, cant say words the right way round, and the way I step when my feet touch the ground,
all my life, all my life,
wonky smiles, or wonky teeth,
there has always been one or two raised eyebrows,
tops on backwards, inside out, not standing straight…
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Well would you look at that... #graduation #hulluni #veryhappyboy (at Hull City Hall)
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Nice view while studying. Got a 4 hour lecture at 2 so I'm already drinking a Citrus Energy Fizz. Ginseng is really working as an alternative to caffeine #vegannutrition #studying #unilife #maturestudent #uniofhull #hulluni #hulluniversity
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