forum In Honor of Those Little Scenes

Started May 04, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

This is a thread for those little scenes that just pop into your head. You know the ones- the ones that just come to mind without any explanation as to why they're there, or what inspired them. They can be with your existing characters, or with ones you dont know (yet?). You don't need to provide context if you don't want, just write it down here.
(Plz keep it clean, for the chirren. Thx)

He raced away frantically, his heart pounding in his chest, feeling as if it was going to explode. In his hand he held a notebook. It looked unassuming. It was blue, smaller than most. And it was the most powerful book in the world.
As he ran he flipped through it’s pages furiously, turning the pages as quickly as possible without tearing the precious material.

“C’mon c’mon c’mon!” he muttered to himself. Where was it! He needed something quickly. At this point he didn’t care what it was as long as it was able to protect him.
He stopped and gasped with relief as he found the page he was looking for. There was a loose drawing of a scaled creature. Not very good, but enough to convince anyone looking at it that it was not a beast to be taken lightly. He held it close to his face as pain flared in his side.
He read the beginning lines, his breath becoming labored as he fought his inevitable collapse.

The Korroman, or dragon beast is a dangerous enemy to any that get between it and its young. It has been known to withstand a blow with a club unnoticed and its hard leathery scales have even have been said to stop small bullets. It has been proven to be friendly to humans, and in extreme situations act as a human protector if it feels the human to be a part of…

He stopped reading. Perfect.
The pain was becoming unbearable. He stopped, breathing heavily. He reached into the book and tore out the page. As his attackers came around the corner he carefully crumpled it up behind his back.

One of the men, at least he thought they were men, stepped out.
“No more running.” he said. He had a high clear voice. It rang out coldly against the stone floor of the place. He reached into his hooded robe and came out with a shining dagger that looked like it had been cut out of a diamond.
The voice inside the boys head screamed Now! and he threw the crumpled paper at the man’s feet.
With a roar the beast sprang into the existence, its skin covered in hard scales, its eyes a fiery yellow with a single black flame in the center. It looked at him, and with a bellow it leapt at his attackers.

“I guess that would be me.”
He looked her up and down.
“You're the monster?” he scoffed.
“Yes,” she said, “It’s an amazing and terrifying thing what some people will do to protect the ones they love. And sometimes,” she said wistfully “you can become a monster yourself. Because it's the only way you can keep them safe.”

She snatched it from her.
“No! What are you doing!”
She walked across the room.
“Give it back!”
She opened the latch and flung it out the window.
“No!” She screamed as she ran to the window clutching and missing the valuable document, the only chance she had to make it right.
She watched in helpless agony as the slowly paper floated downwards and burst into flame.
It slowly shriveled up, and disintegrated into irreparable ashes.
She stared in horror until the heat of the outdoors burned and blistered her face and she was forced to return inside to the artificially cooled palace.

Yo, I love all of these!

Thanks dude!

"Once, at the dawn of time, there were the wild dogs that roamed the earth.
And one day a cold, tired dog stumbled upon Man and beheld his fire, and willingly entered his service.
And soon after, the rest came as well
But there was another, one wild and savage dog left.
But even he was caught and mastered.
Forced against his will to work by the strength and cunning of man.
And he forgot the joys of freedom and the hunt and knew only blood and hate.
Those are what you see here, and they want nothing more than to rip you to shreds.”
He turned to the wolves, “Kill.”

She gently took his face in her fine, feminine hands. She turned his tired, old face to her, so their noses were touching.
His was of a rounder sort, but crooked from a fight very long ago. His eyes were bagged and tired. They were an icy, sharp blue, but within the depths held broken windows to his broken, old soul.
Her eyes directly conflicted his broken ones. Hers were whole and gentle, seeking only to help the man in front of her. Her eyes were as deep as the ocean they were colored after, gleaming just like the churning waves.
"I don't think you're evil," She murmured softly, pulling him closer into a hug. She wws much shorter than him, but she made it work. "I think you're good. They tell me you're evil but I know you're not."

"Mesa, you.. you killed Chris," Jax breathed, more to get the idea in his own head rather than to remind her. She knew full well what she had done, but he couldn't grasp why. It was good for him fo freak out. Mesa kept that in mind.
"I-I heard a gunshot," he said. He turned his fixed gaze from Chris's body- motionless and against the wall, with blood splattered all around- to Mesa, leaning on the desk, as relaxed as ever. His expression went from shock to anger quickly. "And you with a gun, over Chris's dead body, Mesa, what- what happened here?"
"Oh, chillax, J. It's really not what it looks like, promise," Mesa put calmly. She decided to play if cool, to try to calm him down. He doesn't understand yet, I need to stall, she thought.
"PROMISE?" You PROMISE? What, what were you thinking?"
"Jax, I get it, really, just listen-" Mesa took a step close, with a hand extended put to him.
"No, you- STOP YOU GET AWAY FROM ME-"
"OKAY, OKAY!" Mesa reassured. Great, so much for playing it cool.
"Putting the gun down…" Mesa lowered herself to the ground, setting the gun on the floor. She put her hands up in surrender. She and Jax stared at each other for a long time. Then at Chris, and back to each other.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't call the police right now," Jax muttered in anger.
Mesa raised her eyebrows and and pointed with one raised hand towards the door. "That's why,"
The door swung open to reveal a healthy Chris, alive and walking. He waltzed through the room with his usual comedic prescence.
"Yeesh, Jax, looking a little more white than usual. Who died?"

@The-Moral-Ambiguity-of-Metaphors
I love the description you use, you can really paint a picture.

@The-Althalosian
I really like how you set a theme early on in your little scenes, it really gives the story depth. Even though readers don't get full context, it's still easy to spot the mood.

This one is pretty long, not exactly a little scene, but it isn't a short story, it isnt finished, and I don't plan on finishing it, so I guess it fits here with the random scenes. I'll just leave it here.

"Uhh, born in 1997?" I asked, flipping through the paper file. Why paper, I thought. It must've been a typo, but Talia never made typos. She was in charge of my assignments, and she was a stickler for organization. "He'd have to be hundreds of years old," I reminded her.
"Yeah, time-traveler, that one," she said bluntly.
"Yeah," I slapped the file on her desk. "Not my department. Have Keis get that one,"
"I would have Keis get this one, but unfortunately it's not her department either," she replied in a monotone voice. She handed the file back without looking at me. "Keep looking," she added.
I took the file reluctantly. I never like to turn down a bounty assignment, but time travel just pissed me off. My wife, Keis loved the stuff. I always teased her about it, saying she was addicted. We were bounty hunters, her and I, and we weren't just good. We were great. We had contracts with multiple organizations that always came to us first when they needed to catch the bad guys. I handled the fighting while my lovely wife was the brains of the operation.
I continued flipping through the papers. This guy looked pretty scrawny, but his conviction contradicted his figure.
"Mass murder?" I asked, laughing. "No way this guy…"
"On three accounts. They want you for this one. They say he's fighty, which is why they don't want Keis. Smart, but not you- not fighty," Talia said.
I leaned back in my chair, contemplating. Keis was on an assignment. Even if I did take this one on, I wouldn't have her to work out all the math and time and trajectory and whatever other fancy words she liked to use.
"Tick-tock, Pres," Talia reminded me. "Take it or leave it. You might wanna look at the rewa-
"That's alot of zeros!" I yelped suddenly after seeing the reward money. "They really want this guy, don't they?"
"Take. It. Or. Le-"
"I'll take it," I said. Even if I didn't understand all this time-travel business, I could take this guy. Easy-peasy.
"Alright, Pres, active immediately. Kill on sight. Go suit up, I'll contact my superiors, tell em you took it,"
I rushed out of my chair and out of Talia's office into the metallic hall. The silent serenity of her square office contrasted the bustling hallway, with people going this way and that.
"Oh and Pres!" Talia called out of her doorway. "You're an idiot for taking this one,"
I looked back and smiled. I didn't care. Bounty hunting was my pastime, not just my job. I loved doing it. Sure I've killed a few, but the guilt fades fast (especially when there are rewards to make up for the fact). I lost count of how many I've killed, even innocents if it means getting the job done. At that point, I didn't care. I certainly wasn't an amateur.
After I got dressed in more appropriate clothing and gathered my weapons of choice (daggers were always fun, but guns were cleaner) I ran through the crowds to the resource center. They were probably already tracking this guy, and from them I could get a lead.
Jace, the head of the resource department, knew me well. As I waltzed through the doubled doors, he greeted me with a shoulder punch.
"What up Pres? I bet you're here for case number 3000," Jace said jokingly. "What's your kill streak now?"
"You know I lost track if that a long time ago, J," I looked around the circular department. Everyone seemed to be rushing around, more than usual. Even chill-mannered Jace hadn't stopped moving since I came in.
"What's going on?" I asked
"It's your guy, Jacob whatever, he's reaking havoc on the system. Time traveler, tried to erase his data," Jace fluttered his hands trying to remember what else might be important for me to know. "Luckily," he started as he pulled a paper file out of his desk "He can't erase paper."
I reached out and received yet another paper file concerning my target. Everything was done on screens, it'd been that was for hundreds of years.
"He's jumping all over time," Jace started rambling on again, but then stopped. "Wait, shouldn't Keis be handling this kinda stuff?" He rushed around some more, helping his associates with their confusion.
"She's on a case. Besides, you don't trust my fighting skills?" I raised my fists playfully.
"Ha, no I do. But this guy.. whoof, you're in for a treat. Criminal mastermi-"
"I know, I know, I read the file" I lied. I never read the files.
"Alright then. Run down to Transitions, give em that, they'll put you where you need to be. England, I think, 2020. If you can catch him,"
"Thanks, Jace," I said. I ran out the door downstairs to Transitions. There, I would step into their big fancy machines and reappear in another country. I didn't get how it worked, and I didn't care either. All I cared about was the hunt. The bounty.
I gave the file to workers and they guided me through the usual safety precautions. I stepped into their fancy cube-like machines and waited. I was used to this part. I would feel a wave of nausea and then open my eyes to be standing in the midst of some strange place. Something was different though. I tried to stick to my time when I was without Keis, but now she wasn't here.
"Oh well," I whispered to myself.
I opened my eyes. Big Ben was towering over me and I was standing in the middle of a big, old, city. Cars drove down the asphalt streets. Much different from my own time. I might not be the
brightest, but I picked up some stuff in history class. My clothes were out of whack compared to the citizens here, but that didn't worry me.
"Oy, fella?" Some stranger bombarded me. He had a weird accent I hadn't heard before.
"Uh, sorry? I'm I in the way or something?"
He laughed. "Nah, you look drunk," then, probably because of my differing accent, he added Welcome to London. Need a ride or so'in?"
"Uh, no I'm fine. Just looking for someone,"
The hunt was on.

@The-Althalosian
I really like how you set a theme early on in your little scenes, it really gives the story depth. Even though readers don't get full context, it's still easy to spot the mood.

Cool!

Cast away by even her own kind, Lapri walked across the field. Foot ahead of each foot to take a step. It was a repetitive process, but needed in order to continue on. Her yellow eyes were looking lightly ahead, if only to make sure she did not run into anything or anyone. Her head was lowered.
Tail hovering above the ground, she stopped. Sitting on her haunches, she stared into the sky. The weather was clouded. It matched how she was feeling. Almost empty. No sadness. To be fair, she could say she didn’t miss her flock. But still, she admitted to being hurt. Physically, and emotionally. She cast a glance at her shoulder blade, where a deep cut etched itself into her thick scales. Looking ahead, she drifted away into her thoughts. What felt like hours was only minutes worth of thought. She opened her eyes, the fins on her tail spreading out as she got up.
Taking a couple moments to stand up fully, she lifted her forelimbs from the ground and revealed scaly wings. Wings that should be perfect, considering her age, but were torn at the edges due to the trouble her flock members gave her on her way out. With a deep inhale, holding it for a few seconds, then exhaling, she took off, sending bits of loose plants and dirt away from her. She hovered for a few moments, then flew off.
She seeks revenge.

“Why isn’t it talking? Does it not know how?” He’d ask. I’d watch them, held back by the metal arms that clasped around my neck and body. I’d not know their names. Neither did I care. I planned to get out of this..prison.
“Oh,” the leader, I identified, walked towards the bars of the cage. “It knows how. The question is if it knows how to speak our language.”
“Why don’t we electrocute the thing? That’ll get something out of it.”
“Probably not. If it survived being hit by one of the Hunters point blank, electrocution will be just like us blowing air at its face. Which will most likely annoy it.”
Smart, this one is. I stayed silent, which I could smell, irked some of the humans off. I could see why. Face to face with a giant beast, only held back by some technology. I blinked, slowly.
“I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t decided to escape yet. On the topic of getting it to talk..why can’t we use another specimen? We’ll just..gas this one.”
I narrow my eyes, letting out a guttural, low growl for the first time in the 12 hours I had been there. All beings in the room seemed to tense, but for one; though they all turned towards me.
“Your language,” I hiss, “is beneath me. I know your language. I have lived on this planet, in this plane of existence for millions of years, and believe me, I have had time to learn it all.”
“So it speaks?”
“Why, I couldn’t tell.” I rolled my eyes, lips curled back in revealing my teeth. “You are lucky. I choose to speak your language, in your presence. But you will not get anything too valuable from me. I am just a messenger for him.”
The leader looked into my cage, staring me in the eyes. I will admit, I admire his bravery. For that, I waited for what he had to say.
“A messenger for who?”
“He, who ends all. The end of time, the one from the depths of this planet, Nuq.”
“Nuq? Who is this Nuq?”
“Did I not tell you? The end of time. His wingspan is so great it spans over several mountains. A single flap would be catastrophic. His breath is strong enough to even send the strongest of hurricanes and tornados away. His roar could rupture the very crust of the earth.”
I shake at the metal arms around me. “Even then, Nuq is only an apprentice to The Red Mountain. And even I do not know if he exists or not. But if he does,” I sniffed, grinning in a non-human way. “Then you should all just accept your fates.”

I like!

@Mojack
I love the tension in your writing style so freaking much this is amazing

"Joseph, we know you're young. We know this is a lot. This is something no kid should have to deal with. I'm truly sorry you even got involved in all this in the first place, so we're giving you a chance to pretend like all of this never happened. If you walk out of this room now, your out, there's no shame in wanting out. You won't have to deal with any of the responsibility. If you stay, you're going to hear us talk about everything. We will explain everything to get you completely caught up, but if you stay, you might regret hearing the other things we're about to talk about. It's your choice. Please, consider it. Walk out, and never come back, or stay and learn everything. It might be too much, though," I told Joseph. He was just a kid, but he had talent. He was more than brilliant. More importantly, he had a childhood left. Of course I wanted him on the team, but couldn't show that. It was his decision, and I didnt want to bias him. please stay, please stay, I thought.
Joseph looked at Daniel and I from across the table. He was thinking, I could tell. Daniel leaned toward my ear.
"We don't have all day, this is urgent. The kid needs to make up his mind, " he whispered. Joseph and I maintained eye-contact.
"Joseph?" I pried. "Stay or leave?"
"I'm just gunna listen in from the hallway, then decide if I want in. Or maybe I won't. There's no way for you to know," He said. Joseph stood up abruptly and walked out the doorway. I smiled. Clever boy, I thought.
"I'll take it if you'll take it," I told Daniel

This is my thing, warning though, it's a bit sad.

A bunch of kids ran around the town, playing a game of wild warriors. Just up the hill from them was a young girl, writing in a journal. The kids playing spotted her and stopped their game. She could hear them talking about her, and how weird she was. Then she heard one of them call something at her and her head sunk lower into her journal. “Freak!” And the kids returned to playing.
She looked over the top of her book to see them playing still, then they ran around out of her sight. She looked at the town, let her legs and the journal drop, and looked at the ground. Tears formed in her eyes and began rolling down her cheeks. Everyone in town saw her as a freak, and they made sure she knew it. The only comfort she had was in letting her feelings out on a piece of paper.
Her journal fell to the ground next to her, and she hugged her knees crying into them. She didn’t understand why, she was seen as the devil child or something like that. All she knew was that it had been like this since she was born.
Another thing was making her cry. She was dying, and she would do so, alone. No one liked her, she had no friends, and no one would care when she did die. This thought caused her to cry more. Her body shook from her cries, and she didn’t notice the person that had come to stand next to her. Well, they were on the other side of the tree she was sitting under, but the were there, and they didn’t leave.
She heard someone quietly clear their throat, and her head shot up. She looked around and then on the other side of the tree to see a man standing there. He had short yellow blonde hair and one dark blue eye. He was wearing a dark royal purple hoodie, and light tan cargo pants. He had a black eye patch over his left eye, his hands behind his back, and he stood looking slightly at the ground.
“Who are you?” the girl asked moving back a little.
“Not someone here to hurt you, that’s for sure,” he said sitting down in the grass still on the other side of the tree. “You can just call me Big Bear.”
“I’m Tabitha,” the girl said seeming to relax a bit. She sat cross legged and moved so the she faced him. “I’ve never seen you before. She couldn’t take her eyes off the eye patch.
He smiled at her. “Well, technically, I’m not suppose to be here. You’ve noticed by now that I haven’t gone past this tree.”
“I noticed I just figured you didn’t want to,” Tabitha replied.
“Not quite, see I’m not allowed within the town limits. Which just so happens to be marked by this tree here. So are you okay? I couldn’t help but hear you crying,” he looked at her with concern.
Tabitha looked down, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to come again. “Everyone hates me, and I don’t know why. I must have done something wrong at some point, but I don’t know what.”
Big Bear looked at her for a moment and an understanding smile touched his lips. He stood up and held a hand out to her. “Come with me, I want to show you something.”
Looking at his head Tabitha gingerly took it and let him pull her up. She stepped past the tree, which she’d never gone past before, and followed him. She technically wasn’t allowed out of town limits, but she figured no one would missed her. Plus what would she have to lose anyway? She was dying.
He led her through the woods, huge trees stretched to the sky. A small stream flowed in between the roots of these huge trees. Then they came to a small clearing that had; a little flower garden on one side, a tiny pool of water on the other, and in the center was a tiny sapling. It looked tiny and sickly slightly like it was wilting.
“I need your help,” Big Bear said looking at Tabitha. “I think it has the potential of being the biggest beautifulest tree in the whole forest, but it doesn’t seem to want me to take care of it. I think it wants a special, beautiful young girl to take care of it. One that doesn’t fit in with the others, and that will be friends with it to the end.”
Tabitha broke down crying at his words. Half out of sadness that she was dying, but also because no one had ever told her she was beautiful or special before. Big Bear walked over and gave her a hug, letting her ball into his coat. She barely came up to his waist, and she could only manage to clutch the sides of his hoodie as she cried. She was shaking, hard, out of being cold and out of fear.
Death terrified her, but she’d never showed it because no one let her. Everyone hated her, and she was determined to show them that she was strong. Now she was standing with someone who seemed to love her, and she couldn’t stop herself from breaking down. For some strange reason Big Bear seemed to understand this. He didn’t pull away and he told her she was beautiful. Tabitha wanted to stay here forever, she felt different when she with him. She’d never felt this way before so she didn’t know what it was.
She suddenly realized that he’d said something to her. Letting go of him and stepping back she looked at him questioningly. “What?” her voice was thick with emotion when she asked.
He smiled at her and stooped down so that he was her height. “Are you okay?” he asked. The question was odd, clearly she wasn’t, couldn’t he see that? It should be obvious by her crying. But she thought about it for a moment. Someone had just come to her when she felt the lowest and threw her a rope. They pulled her up, and brought her to a whole new land. A place of mystery and beauty. Then they asked if she could help them, and right after that, told her she was beautiful. She was going to die, but now she wasn’t alone. She had a purpose now. That little tree was dying like she was, but with her help she could stop it from dying. Did Big Bear know that she was dying?
A look of determination crossed her face. “Yeah,” she wiped her tears away. “I’ll be okay,” she decided. An even brighter smile touched Big Bear’s lips. He stood again and walked over to the little sapling.
“Shall we get started then?” he gestured toward it. Tabitha walked over and examined the little tree. Then she looked up at the trees surrounding them.
“It’s not getting enough sunshine,” she said after a moment. “And it needs some water, we could use the pool of water to bring water to it.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Kids were playing a game of wild warriors around town. They looked up the hill where a girl use to sit. She wasn’t there, but her journal was. Thinking it would be fun to play a joke on her they went up to get it. It was open to the last page. The words on it stopped the kids in their tracks. They stood there for a long time in silence, not sure of how to respond. Then one of them walked over and gently closed the book leaving it under the tree with the pencil on it. They ran off to continue their game. Each one glancing back at the hill once more. Soon they forgot about the book, and didn’t notice the man come and pick it up. He walked back into the forest holding it tucked in his arms.
Deep in the forest he came to a young tree in a clearing. On one side there was a pool of water, on the other was a little flower garden. And just in front of the young tree was a small stone. With the words;
Beautiful and Brave
Tabitha Sylali
Daughter of the Demon Warrior

The tree had little pink flowers blooming on it. One broke off in a breeze, and floated down on the stone, right next to the word; Beautiful.
Sadness settled over the forest as the man set the journal down by the stone. Then he disappeared without a trace.
This is the last entry in the journal.

Hi it’s Tabitha I’m close to death now, but that’s okay. I’ve made a friend, he’s very nice and caring. His name is Big Bear. At least that’s what he told me. He said he wanted to show me something the day that I met him. He brought me to a small clearing that had a baby tree in it. The tree was dying like me, but I managed to bring it back to life. Big Bear told me that it would grow up to be just like me. He told me I was beautiful and brave. I believe him. Not many people can face death without fear. He told me not to be afraid to go. Because where I was going, I would be happy. And I would never feel pain again. He said that he would meet me there, after he made sure that something was done first. I’m not sure what it was that he needs to do, but it must be really important. He told me that I was very important and wise. I’m gonna miss everyone here. They weren’t nice to me, and I don’t know why. But everyone deserves to be told they are lovely and brave and strong. So I’m going to tell all of you that. In my last act before I go I want everyone in town to know that I love you and wish you all luck in life.

This is Tabitha signing off,
For the last time.

~chills~

I stopped everything. I stopped chewing, I stopped cutting my food, I stopped breathing, I stopped thinking. The hum of the air conditioning was the only noise left in the room. I stared at Jason, right through him, really. I was in shock. Complete, absolute, confusion and amazement all at once. I felt my chest getting tight.
"Jenna, breath, for goodness sake, did you hear what I said?" Jason's voice snapped me back into reality.
I gasped for breath and sputtered what food was left in my mouth onto my plate.
With a raspy voice, I muttered "They what?"
"They found him, Jenna,"
It was true then. What was supposed to be a quick breath for air turned into crying. Tears rolled down my face, and I struggled breathing. Finally, finally, I'd have the love of my life back. I'd have my music to my day back. I'd have comfort in the night back. He was back. I stood up and brushed my pants anxiously.
"What are we doing sitting around then, let's go," I said.
"We have a team bringing him home as we speak. They say he's excited to see you,"
"Oh, my," I remarked. We both started crying happily. Finally. Five long months, finally I could have him back. I could feel his embrace. I could actually talk to him. Finally.

"What button did you push?" Alex asked in a high-strung tone.
"Uh, the red one?" Ray replied.
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"No, yeah, I pushed the red one,"
Alex's tension faded into pure despair and disappointment, followed by a long sigh.
"What were you thinking? HAVEN'T YOU SEEN THE MOVIES? YOU. DON'T. PUSH. THE RED. BUTTON!"
"What's going on? What's gunna happen?"
"DID YOU PUSH THE RED BUTTON?"
"YES! WHY IS THAT SUCH A BIG DEAL? You said this bunker has been dead and abandoned for decades, what are you worried about?" Ray pried.
"Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh… you just doomed us.. you- you careless-"
"ALEX! WHATS THE BIG DEAL? NOTHING'S HAPPENING!"
Ray was annoyed. He stared into Alex's eyes. They were only friends, but Ray always felt like his older brother. Alex stared back, with a look of desperation. His breathing got heavier while Ray waited for a sound response. Alex was panicky from time to time but he always explained, sometimes over-explained, why. He always knew what was wrong, and when. Alex was a problem solver. Childish at times, sure, but smart. Ray was the brawn. He's always looked out for Alex. They trusted each other. If Alex was this freaked out, then something must be wrong, especially if he couldn't get the words out to explain it. Oh no, what did I do, Ray thought.
"Alex? What… did I do?"
Alex's worried expression melted into a neutral, relaxed one- almost sly.
"Nothing, I'm just messing with you. Hey, look, old ration crackers!"

LOL

He fell to his knees at the foot of the deserted stairs. A choked cry ripped through him, silver bullet in the heart of a wolf. With a brutal swipe he rubbed at the blood coating his face.
He brought his fist down on the stone tiles and bit down on the pain, desperate for anything to distract from the gaping hole that had been carved out of his young heart. An overwhelming twister of raw emotion tore through his heart— flashes, of Jason laughing, Jason talking, Jason falling, Jason seizing.
"COME BACK!" he screamed, throwing his head to the ceiling. His tear-blurred eyes stared up at the intricate glass ceiling of the church. A terrifying surge of rage washed over him and he jumped to his feet, his body and soul contorted in pain. "I PRAYED!" he cried upwards, heavily pacing the pews. "I PRAYED FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!" The tears were flooding him, drowning his rational thoughts.
What kind of a saviour are you?
He screamed again, grabbing his head and collapsing into a fetal position on the cold floor. His whole body shook with primal, convulsive sobs, raking his soul raw.
This feeling wasn't human, this pain. It was unbearable, unbeatable, and his thoughts narrowed to blame- he'd walked away. Jason had needed him and he'd turned away. No one had deigned help the lost boy and now there was no going back.
Would he be welcomed in the better place they preached existed?

Oof that's some mediocre writing right there

(This is from an RP with @ColorMeToxic that I really like. Xiomara is her character, credits to her. I rewrote a bit of it, Kat, so don't be angeyyy when you see this uwu ilyyyy)

“I should ask what you’re comfortable with before I go and do it. What can and can’t I do, Met?” Xiomara asked softly, pawing some blonde hair from her eyes to see him better.

Met's heart started to race a bit at her question. He found himself overthinking the question she asked.
I can't answer it as simple as that. Even I'm not sure what I like and don't like. He forced himself to take in a breath of air, curling his toes and makimg himself relax.
He finally exhaled with a small, pathetic shrug. He dipped his head, which made his dark, long hair fall over his face as he fought for air.

Xio felt her heart ache for him. Whatever had happened to him had broken him completely. She hugged him, drawing blood as she bit her lip harder. She ignored the pain. “I’m sorry for whatever happened to you… I’m sorry someone hurt you.” She murmured.

Met didn't want to be touched anymore. Her words made him feel dirty and pointed-out. He didn't want to taint her with the same things he felt and went through. He didn't deserve to have pity. It was his fault. He wasn't good enough, that's why it happened. He didn't respond, only dipped his head a little against hers.

Xiomara didn’t let him go. She only squeezed him harder. Xiomara wasn’t sure what else to do. She felt slightly at fault for his emotions. She felt that she had reminded him of some past lover.
Xio slowly let go of him and wiggles out of his grip. “I’m going to go wash my cup and then shower. I’ll be back soon.” She muttered, kissing his cheek softly.

Met was just about ready to ask her to stop squeezing him when she pulled away. He nodded, hardly paying attention and looking down at the sofa. He grabbed his own cup again and sipped at it as an excuse not to respond.
It wasn't her who reminded him of Meli. He was always thinking about her. She was always there, since half a year ago when he broke up with her. There was still the remaining fear of her finding him, even though she was jailed for harassment and sexual violence.
But he hadn't heard anything of her since a chilling phone call from the time she was jailed. She had called him as her one call after her court case.

"I'll come back for you, Metty. But if you break me out of here, I'll be more than happy to come back…"

Xiomara moves to the kitchen, her heart sinking. How had it gone from such a happy night to this? None of this was supposed to happen.
She wanted to be happy with him. But maybe her years of dating had come to an end. Maybe she was too picky. She should have settled for one of her other dates. Maybe she should have settled for Dylan… maybe he was right about everything he said. She hugged herself and leaned against the counter, her cup in the sink yet not washed.

Met shook himself and instinctively rose a hand to touch his face. Only quivering skin and the wetness of his cheeks met his fingers. He wanted to tell his shaking body that they were safe, in the protection of his home. But he told himself that before Meli had gotten arrested…
Met squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, curling his legs against his chest and burying his face. He suddenly felt unsafe without the presence of Xio. He felt cold and restricted again, his toes kneading the surface of the couch as he fought to control himself.

Xio refused to cry. She was childish. All she had to do was try, was stay in his comfort zone… everything would be fine if she didn’t take one step out of line.
So, she washed her cup and made her way to their rooms. The shower she took was a short one, filled with her washing her tears away along with the dirt and grime of her body. Xio placed a nightgown on, preferring them to pants.

Met found himself worrying, shifting to her and himself in a matter of seconds. His knuckles were white over his head as he gripped it in a slight duck-and-cover maneuver like one would practice in school, shaking in his seat.
As he sat there with tears of fear streaming down his cheeks and onto the leather of his couch, absolutely silent in his breakdown, a voice screamed at him to grow up, to get over himself and buck up. It felt as if Meli was right there again, just screaming at him from above him.

Xio stood at the door of the bathroom for a long time. She had struggled for years with self doubt and felt it ebbing it’s way into her heart. She glanced at herself in the mirror, hating the reflection.
So, to distract herself she moved back down the stairs and into the living room, biting her lip at the sight of Met. Had she hurt him…? Was it all her fault…? “M-Met…?” She asked softly, about to place a hand on his back before she thought better, instead taking a seat in front of him. “Hey, Metaphorical, look at me please.”

Met paused. He felt her behind him, and totally out of it, expected a lash to his scrawny back. His body tensed as she pulled back, and he didn't relax when she sat down. He slowly brought up his chin to look at her, his long hair curled around his face and absolutely soaked at the ends. His hands and nails still dug into his scalp, and he could feel wetness.

Xio didn’t dare touch him, afraid he’d flinch away and tell her it was her fault. She looked him over with a gentle expression. “Met, it’s ok. It’s going to be ok. I’m here for you and I’m not going to leave or hurt you.” She promised, offering her hand for him to take. She would be fine if he didn’t accept it.
But at the same time, her mind raced with self-degrading thoughts, telling herself she was going to end up like her mother; a druggie and alcoholic with no family and friends. “It’s going to be ok… I love you very much…”

Met focused on her and her concerned expression. Xio was a new generation for him, something hopefully better. He needed to protect her against anything that was thrown her way because of him. He promised himself, if she got hurt because of something that he did, he would kill himself.
He gently reached out for her hand, his nails and fingers red from the blood drawn from his scalp, but he grabbed her hand gently anyway. His hands were still shaking, and he still had that pressing need to just cry and scream in fear, but the voice in his ears died away at her soft one. Her promises he didn't listen to, but the way her voice smoothly left her throat he did.

(Excuse the pure word vomit, lolllll. But yes, Xio is Kat's incredible character, and Met is my boio. So sorry for the varied writing styles.)

(Heheheheeeee I loved it so much I d to share it! Call me Emi, please, love, thank you.)

(AH I TYPED THAT AND IT AUTOCORRECTED)