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quirkypeanutblu
Character/Fandom: Hei/Darker than BLACK
Prompt: 01. nightmare
Word Count: 729
Summary: Hei describes what he experiences inside the Gate.
Author Notes/Warnings: Insanity, graphic descriptions of violence, and weird formatting because I love weird formatting.
Gray. It’s always gray. Gray haze over everything, gray buildings, gray streets. So gray that when you do see color it’s sudden, startling. Bright red blood. Ten years, how can it be that fresh? Sprayed all across the street, God, there’s not that much blood in only one body. Bright white flowers growing out of a wall somewhere, and they’re glowing, they glow and flash. It’s a message, I’m pretty sure. I don’t understand it. Yellow lights that float and flicker in the air. I’m not sure if they’re real. Not sure if any of it’s real.
Colors are so bright. I never thought about it until now.
Sometimes the people are still here and it’s crowded and noisy and everyone’s going about their business in this gray gray gray place, and I want to yell at them, don’t you know you’re dead, don’t you know? But as soon as I try to they’re gone again.
So I keep walking. Maybe the wall will get closer this time.
-------
You look in windows sometimes and you see that people really did live here, and that whatever happened happened so fast no one had any time to move or think. Ten-year-old breakfast still lain out on tables next to newspapers with 1997 dates. Books sitting open on armchairs. A coffee shop with the paper coffee cups still sitting on the tables. Some of them are still steaming. Maybe.
So many bodies. They’re in piles. Some of them are still standing. A whole street full of them, standing, looking upwards, they’re dead but they just stand there and they don’t move. Like statues. And then there’s the blood and the body parts and the organs, they’re everywhere, blood collecting in gutters like rain and entrails hanging from telephone wires and most of it is old but some of it is still fresh, and the smell, and suddenly it’s the jungle again and they’re killing and screaming and—
Don’t look at her, don’t look at her, don’t look at her, I’ll kill you if you look at her, but he looks, looks and doesn’t see me, doesn’t see me until the knife is in and twisting and blood crawls over my fingers and gets under my nails and that’s when I decided I should wear gloves because it was so hot it was almost boiling and it never comes off, and I look now and it’s still there like brown dust.
I keep walking but now something is following me.
-------
There’s a forest of metal trees. They’re warm and brassy in color and their leaves would sound like thousands of wind chimes, if there was ever any wind.
The howling is the worst, worse because there’s never any wind. Like this place is some kind of monster howling at me to leave its den. But its fingers are also on me, pulling me back, and it whispers at me to stay, because I am part of it, I am it. How am I supposed to tell what it wants?
So I focus on the metal trees, and on the fireflies that are flashing red and blue and yellow and green, and on the thousands of thousands and thousands of skulls in this crater before me.
It’s getting closer.
-------
Bai and Xin and Havoc and Nick and Chiaki and Alma and they’re watching me, they’re watching me, watching me, watching me telling me things I can’t hear, can’t understand, stop it, stop it, stop it.
-------
There’s this
Building with
Three shoes
In every
Room.
Three empty
Forgotten shoes
In every
Single
Room.
It’s funny.
It’s funny.
It’s funny.
-------
Is there something living in here?
I think there is.
-------
There’s a path of glass and then a path of mirrors and then a path of clocks. None of the clock hands move but they’re all still ticking and chiming. I see my reflection, is that really me? but there’s always something else as well, something behind me, and when I turn around it’s
gone.
-------
I think I’m
-------
It’s coming for me now, I can hear its claws on the asphalt, I can smell the blood on its teeth, I can feel its breath. Nothing I can do now, nothing I can do now, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
quirkypeanutbluCharacter/Fandom: Hei/Darker than BLACK
Prompt: 01. nightmare
Word Count: 729
Summary: Hei describes what he experiences inside the Gate.
Author Notes/Warnings: Insanity, graphic descriptions of violence, and weird formatting because I love weird formatting.
Gray. It’s always gray. Gray haze over everything, gray buildings, gray streets. So gray that when you do see color it’s sudden, startling. Bright red blood. Ten years, how can it be that fresh? Sprayed all across the street, God, there’s not that much blood in only one body. Bright white flowers growing out of a wall somewhere, and they’re glowing, they glow and flash. It’s a message, I’m pretty sure. I don’t understand it. Yellow lights that float and flicker in the air. I’m not sure if they’re real. Not sure if any of it’s real.
Colors are so bright. I never thought about it until now.
Sometimes the people are still here and it’s crowded and noisy and everyone’s going about their business in this gray gray gray place, and I want to yell at them, don’t you know you’re dead, don’t you know? But as soon as I try to they’re gone again.
So I keep walking. Maybe the wall will get closer this time.
-------
You look in windows sometimes and you see that people really did live here, and that whatever happened happened so fast no one had any time to move or think. Ten-year-old breakfast still lain out on tables next to newspapers with 1997 dates. Books sitting open on armchairs. A coffee shop with the paper coffee cups still sitting on the tables. Some of them are still steaming. Maybe.
So many bodies. They’re in piles. Some of them are still standing. A whole street full of them, standing, looking upwards, they’re dead but they just stand there and they don’t move. Like statues. And then there’s the blood and the body parts and the organs, they’re everywhere, blood collecting in gutters like rain and entrails hanging from telephone wires and most of it is old but some of it is still fresh, and the smell, and suddenly it’s the jungle again and they’re killing and screaming and—
Don’t look at her, don’t look at her, don’t look at her, I’ll kill you if you look at her, but he looks, looks and doesn’t see me, doesn’t see me until the knife is in and twisting and blood crawls over my fingers and gets under my nails and that’s when I decided I should wear gloves because it was so hot it was almost boiling and it never comes off, and I look now and it’s still there like brown dust.
I keep walking but now something is following me.
-------
There’s a forest of metal trees. They’re warm and brassy in color and their leaves would sound like thousands of wind chimes, if there was ever any wind.
The howling is the worst, worse because there’s never any wind. Like this place is some kind of monster howling at me to leave its den. But its fingers are also on me, pulling me back, and it whispers at me to stay, because I am part of it, I am it. How am I supposed to tell what it wants?
So I focus on the metal trees, and on the fireflies that are flashing red and blue and yellow and green, and on the thousands of thousands and thousands of skulls in this crater before me.
It’s getting closer.
-------
Bai and Xin and Havoc and Nick and Chiaki and Alma and they’re watching me, they’re watching me, watching me, watching me telling me things I can’t hear, can’t understand, stop it, stop it, stop it.
-------
There’s this
Building with
Three shoes
In every
Room.
Three empty
Forgotten shoes
In every
Single
Room.
It’s funny.
It’s funny.
It’s funny.
-------
Is there something living in here?
I think there is.
-------
There’s a path of glass and then a path of mirrors and then a path of clocks. None of the clock hands move but they’re all still ticking and chiming. I see my reflection, is that really me? but there’s always something else as well, something behind me, and when I turn around it’s
gone.
-------
I think I’m
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It’s coming for me now, I can hear its claws on the asphalt, I can smell the blood on its teeth, I can feel its breath. Nothing I can do now, nothing I can do now, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
I’m sorry.
