#the fucking gremlin in my head: MATTY FUCKIN SMOKES

[brutal-nemesis]

Inspired by this prompt from @nuttynutcycle

For you, @yet-another-heathen

Ingredients: referenced torture and branding, character death, it’s just very dark!!

Like most nights, it was cold. Cold, dark, and lonely.

Matt had never liked any of these things, but in the time since he’d been kidnapped, he’d come to appreciate them. Cold meant he wasn’t being burned. Dark meant he wasn’t in that horrible room with its sharp instruments. Lonely meant he wasn’t being hurt. Actively, at least. The bruises and cuts that seemed to cover every inch of him were a constant agony, and he really, really didn’t want to think about the throbbing burn on his face, curving initials that weren’t his own. 

He laid on the dirty mattress his captor had generously allowed him, struggling to find a position that was comfortable with the heavy metal collar around his throat. It was chained to a ring in the floor, and he could hardly sit up fully. He hadn’t been given a blanket or even a shirt, and it was all he could do to keep from shivering. As he was finally starting to drift off, Matt thought he heard an unfamiliar creak outside the room he was trapped in. Fear started to claw up his throat. Were they going to come drag him out for some midnight torment? He cowered in the corner as the door opened, but when he saw who was standing there, his jaw dropped.

Lily. It was Lily. His older sister, who he’d never thought he’d see again, had found him after all this time. A look of relief mixed with horror crossed her face when she saw him, and before he knew it she was on him, her arms wrapping him in a tight hug. It hurt terribly, but Matt didn’t care. For the first time in weeks, he felt safe. He felt like things were going to be okay.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to find you,” She whispered in his ear. All he managed in response was a quiet sob. She pulled back a bit, looking him up and down, tears forming in her eyes. “Oh Matty, what have they done to you? Let me see if I can-”

BANG!

One second.

One second his sister was looking him in the eye.

One second later she was slumped in his arms.

“Lily…?” Matt cautiously leaned her away from him, a horrible dread starting to form in his stomach. Her head flopped back, eyes open and glassy. Unseeing. Empty. Dark.

No.

A hand snaked around her throat.

No.

They pulled her away.

No-

Her body thumped onto the dirty floorboards unceremoniously.

No no no-

He reached for her.

No no Lily please you can’t leave me here all alone

The chain was too short, he couldn’t reach her, and she wouldn’t look at him.

“LILY!”

Why wouldn’t she look at him?!

“Lily…”

They stood in front of him. He couldn’t see her anymore. But she wasn’t looking at him.

"Oh sweetheart, was that someone you cared about?" they asked sympathetically, running their fingers through Matt’s hair as he sobbed. They crouched down and cupped his cheek, turning him to face them.

"Maybe it's time you learned your lesson about loving other people."

Lily wouldn’t look at him. 

And she never would again.

#i wrote something #something fun #something for the summertime #something for the girls to get ready and party to #whump #character death #sibling death #dead dove do not eat #probably. im still not sure of the exact criteria #but this is very sad and evil of me #but i had so much fun writing it!! #the fucking gremlin in my head: MATTY FUCKIN SMOKES #please send help i cant take anything seriously #but uhhh yeah i hope i broke someone's heart <3 #it would make my day if i made someone cry :) #so please lmk if you were put in emotional distress #oh if its not clear she got fuckin SHOT IN THE HEAD #guns go pew but im not used to them #ill stick to my ~magic~ ty