Challenge 168
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kh_drabbleTitle: A Visitor Today
Challenge: 168 - Room 317
Word count: 422
Notes/Warnings/Rating: PG for some swearing, kinda sorta COM spoilers? Also I had no idea what the prompt reference was but eh. This was just as fun~
He has a visitor today.
How long has it been since I was trapped in this bland world? Bland rooms, bland walls, bland clothes, bland food. Bland faces that smile even though they have nothing to smile about.
And then one day, I found a little spot of red. A little paprika to add to my bland, bland winter of bland, bland existence.
”You’ve got to get me out of here,” he rasps, voice hoarse from disuse. “I’m going insane in here.”
“You are already insane,” the visitor says back quietly, green eyes smug.
“No no, not like that. You’ve got to tell them it was REAL.”
That little spot of red – oh how much I have longed for it.
Oh how much I hate it, and want to tear it to bits, and strangle it until it begs me for mercy, until it admits all the things it’s done wrong to me.
”Oh, like the doctor is really going to think that we really are members in a secret cabal of thirteen Nobodies, just because I tell him.”
“You could convince him. You have a way of doing so.”
The visitor smirks again. “No, I don’t think I can do that.”
He jumps up, slamming his palms against the table, causing the orderlies to jump up and make motions to restrain him. “God DAMMIT, you bastard, you know full well that you can and you’re just too spineless to convince them that it was an ACCIDENT. Who wouldn’t act in self-defense in that situation?!”
“There’s a problem with your story.”
And he’s restrained by orderlies now, and the visitor makes his slow, gliding way towards him, malice and manipulation glowing in those terrible green eyes. “The Replica was never there in the first place.”
Reincarnation is a funny thing – before, I had never really considered it. And yet, when I remembered – and more importantly, when he remembered – and when I discovered that I had not lost my abilities at all… oh what fun I had.
Oh what revenge I had.
Axel - well, I suppose he is no longer Axel, but he remembers well enough – will be with me for quite a while. Paying for his crimes, for my death. Thinking that he’s me, thinking that he’s insane, thinking a myriad of things that are not true. He will never know the difference.
Endlessly, unbreakably, he'll be in that dream until he dies, or I become bored.
It seems my life is not so bland anymore.
He’ll have a visitor today.
Challenge: 168 - Room 317
Word count: 422
Notes/Warnings/Rating: PG for some swearing, kinda sorta COM spoilers? Also I had no idea what the prompt reference was but eh. This was just as fun~
He has a visitor today.
How long has it been since I was trapped in this bland world? Bland rooms, bland walls, bland clothes, bland food. Bland faces that smile even though they have nothing to smile about.
And then one day, I found a little spot of red. A little paprika to add to my bland, bland winter of bland, bland existence.
”You’ve got to get me out of here,” he rasps, voice hoarse from disuse. “I’m going insane in here.”
“You are already insane,” the visitor says back quietly, green eyes smug.
“No no, not like that. You’ve got to tell them it was REAL.”
That little spot of red – oh how much I have longed for it.
Oh how much I hate it, and want to tear it to bits, and strangle it until it begs me for mercy, until it admits all the things it’s done wrong to me.
”Oh, like the doctor is really going to think that we really are members in a secret cabal of thirteen Nobodies, just because I tell him.”
“You could convince him. You have a way of doing so.”
The visitor smirks again. “No, I don’t think I can do that.”
He jumps up, slamming his palms against the table, causing the orderlies to jump up and make motions to restrain him. “God DAMMIT, you bastard, you know full well that you can and you’re just too spineless to convince them that it was an ACCIDENT. Who wouldn’t act in self-defense in that situation?!”
“There’s a problem with your story.”
And he’s restrained by orderlies now, and the visitor makes his slow, gliding way towards him, malice and manipulation glowing in those terrible green eyes. “The Replica was never there in the first place.”
Reincarnation is a funny thing – before, I had never really considered it. And yet, when I remembered – and more importantly, when he remembered – and when I discovered that I had not lost my abilities at all… oh what fun I had.
Oh what revenge I had.
Axel - well, I suppose he is no longer Axel, but he remembers well enough – will be with me for quite a while. Paying for his crimes, for my death. Thinking that he’s me, thinking that he’s insane, thinking a myriad of things that are not true. He will never know the difference.
Endlessly, unbreakably, he'll be in that dream until he dies, or I become bored.
It seems my life is not so bland anymore.
He’ll have a visitor today.
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Date: 2008-11-29 10:57 pm (UTC)This is wonderfully creepy. I like the idea of revenge via reincarnation, and the first person combined with third person worked very well.
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