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Seán was wondering why he should stay, if all his senses told him to run, when a blood-chilling shriek of fear split the silent black air. He flinched, already on edge. Another scream followed the first: "Seán! Help me!"
Signe? It couldn't be... why was she screaming for his help? He made to move towards the sound of her voice, but quickly realized that he had no idea where the noise was coming from. It almost seemed as if it came from everywhere, all around him. Where was she? "Signe!" Seán called out, panic rising in his chest. "Signe, where are you?" She must not be safe, not if she was calling for help, and the thought tore at his heart like thistles.
Another scream made him whip around to try and locate the source of the noise, but to no avail. Only, this time... it didn't sound like fear. It sounded like pain. Agony, even. Seán still couldn't figure out where she was, but he knew that he had to find her. Protect her, help her... he tried to call her name again, but choked on the thick, overwhelming smell of something metallic and salty. It stung his eyes and made his lip curl, and he tugged his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth as he started forward in a direction that he wasn't sure was the right one. But something held him back, dragging at his legs. He was wading through something, something dense and wet. He looked down - and gasped at what he saw.
Blood. Blood all around him, seemingly glowing in the darkness. Thick and crimson and reeking, soaking into his clothes and holding him in place. And, as he snapped himself out of his shock, he realized that the thick red tide was rising. Slowly but steadily, it was swallowing him. Rising to his hips, his waist, his stomach... he choked again as the stench of it wreathed around him, reaching deep into his throat.
"Seán!" Signe's voice screamed again, followed by a second shriek of wordless agony.
Seán tried to move again, but by now the blood was lapping at his chest, reaching for his neck. "Signe! No!"
Then another voice, ominously-high-pitched, broke through the blood-scented world around Seán. His stomach dropped as he heard it: "She's mine now, little boy." Then the blood reached up to engulf Seán completely, just as he tried to call out for Signe one more time.
Seán woke up with a gasp, sitting up quickly. His heart was racing faster than it had been in his dream, and he was breathing as if he'd just run a marathon. It was a dream? He glanced around the darkened bedroom, trying to catch his breath. A nightmare, more like. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down.
Then, suddenly, his heart missed a beat. He had just glanced at the spot where Signe should be sleeping beside him. She wasn't there.
It's okay, Seán tried to soothe himself. She might've gotten up to get some water... or to use the bathroom... yeah...
But something told him to check on her. Maybe it was just anxiety, pushing him to make 100% sure that everything was alright. With a nervous little murmur, he tossed the covers haphazardly away from his body and climbed out of bed, headed for the kitchen. She'll be okay, he kept telling himself. He just wished he could believe it.
The kitchen was empty. Soft silver light from the waning moon outside filtered in through the windows, but other than that, it was dark. Almost stumbling in the half-light, Seán was about to check the living room when he heard a rush of air behind him, accompanied by an all-too-familiar laugh. He spun around, but there was nothing but the vacant kitchen to greet him. Feeling goose bumps rise on his arms, he glanced around, hoping to spot some clue as to where his girlfriend had gone - or what was teasing him with mere glimpses of itself. But nothing proved helpful - the kitchen looked just the same as he'd left it before he went to bed.
Then something caught his eye. A flash of green, shining and reflective. He turned to look at what it was, but it was gone within an instant, once again followed by that maniacal laughter that sounded so distant, as if it were only an echo.
"Looking for someone?" said the same ominously high voice from his dream.
Feeling his blood run cold, Seán turned around, hardly daring to believe it. But there he was, just three or four feet away, sporting a knife and a wide, devilish smile. "Anti," Seán greeted his counterpart dryly, almost angrily. It was natural, by now, for Seán to see a glitchy, green-tainted copy of himself right in front of him, with a bloody stitch-mark sewn across its neck and its eyes completely blacked out. But right now, Seán was in no mood for Anti's games. "Where is she?"
"Signe?" Anti feigned a look of disinterest, his grin betraying the ruse. "How should I know?" he asked in a tone that made it clear to Seán that he was up to something.
Anger curdled into rage as Seán flung himself at Anti; the two hit the ground with Seán hovering over Anti, pinning him down by gripping the demon's plain black shirt tightly. "Where the f-ck is she?" Seán spat, glaring daggers at the glitchy green monster.
Anti looked as calmly amused as ever. "Ooh," he crooned, "Jackaboy's got some muscle, doesn't he?"
"I swear to God," Seán threatened through clenched teeth, "if you did anything to her, I'll -"
"Careful, you little peasant!" Anti hissed suddenly, his voice distorted. "Don't want to scare the lady, now do we?"
Seán froze, startled into confusion - but a moment later, he looked up to see his girlfriend stumble into the kitchen. Cuts and scratches and bruises dotted her face and arms, and tears streamed from her eyes. Her hair was straggly and tangled, as if someone had gripped it roughly, many times. Seán felt horror at seeing his beloved in such a state mix with rage inside him, burning and boiling in his heart. He glared down at Anti, who was still grinning like a madman. "You..." Seán whispered, unable to put words to his fury. "What did you do to her?! I'll kill you, you f-cking -"
He never got to finish. Anti glitched out of Seán's grasp and grabbed Signe roughly, holding her in front of him as he pressed a knife to her throat. Seán stood up, but made sure not to make any advancements towards Anti and Signe. He knew that if he did so, Anti would hurt Signe - or kill her. "Listen, Anti," Seán breathed, keeping an eye on Signe to make sure that she was at least still standing. "I don't know... what you d-did to her... or why you did it... but please..." He choked back a sob. "Just let her go."
Signe let out a sob of her own. "S-Seán..." she whispered, her voice raspy and hoarse. "What's happening?" More tears spilled from her eyes. "Who is he? You said he wasn't real..."
"I know," Seán responded softly, his voice faltering. "I know... I'm so sorry..."
"You don't get it," Anti growled at his human counterpart. "You just don't get it." His voice became distorted again. "I've always been in control! And you're still the one who gets to have this b-tch?!" He gave Signe a rough shove as he spat the last word, making her whimper. She hadn't said anything - whether it was out of fear or an actual inability to speak, Seán didn't know.
"You could've saved her," Anti went on, his voice still broken and glitchy. "You could've protected her, if you were strong enough. But you never thought to keep me away from her." He let out a harsh, blood-chilling bark of laughter. "You never told me to stay away! You thought you could just lock me away, and she'd never know the truth." He shook his head in mock-pity. "But now, thanks to you... I'll do what I like with her."
"Anti, don't you f-ckin' dare," Seán started, moving forward. Anti stepped back, dragging Signe with him as he dug the knife a little deeper into her skin. Thin spots of blood appeared on her neck, and she grimaced. Seán froze, remembering that the life of an innocent - an innocent that he loved - was at risk here.
"Watch it," Anti flashed out, "or I'll slit her pretty little throat."
"Don't," Seán whispered. "Please. Just... what can I do? What do you want from me?"
Anti let the silence hang in the air for several moments. The tension seemed to stretch for ages, broken only by the Signe's weak, shuddering breath. Then the demon spoke: "Nothing."
"What?" Seán felt a cold sense of dread worm its way into his belly. "What do you mean?"
"I don't want anything from you," Anti amended, his voice dangerously calm. "I just want her." He smiled deviously again, sending chills through Seán's body as he realized what was about to happen. "You had your chance, Jackaboy. She's mine now!"
The flash of crimson at Signe's neck, her scream of agony that turned to a dreadful gurgling sound, Seán's cry of protest... it all happened so fast. And it was all overlaid with the echoing sound of Anti's demented, albeit triumphant, laughter....
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I'm K-Goddess, but you can call me whatever you like (within reason ).
I'm a writer, and almost exclusively so.
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Fandoms I Can Write About
A list of fandoms I know enough about to write fanfics about.
- Supernatural (Seasons 2-7)
- Ice Age (2-5)
- Sly Cooper
- Five Nights at Freddy's (all games)
- We Bare Bears
- Big Hero 6
- Harry Potter
- Warriors (First series and some Super Editions only)
- Stranger Things
- A little bit of Undertale
Dan and Phil
- The Last of Us
- Gravity Falls
- The Hobbit
- The Lord of the Rings
- Outlast II
- Big Time Rush
- Sam & Cat
- Gilmore Girls
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Fandoms I absolutely refuse to write anything about... like, seriously, there's no point in even asking...
- My Little Pony
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