SPN, On December 8th (3/3), Sam, Dean, OC - PGannj_g80March 7 2010, 16:03:14 UTC
But his fingers were completely covered now, the warm liquid trickling down his wrist and onto his trousers. Like a fountain with its center on his own hand. It bubbled and spluttered. The stench made him gag with revulsion. The blood crawled over his skin like a living being. It spread over the seats and the dashboard and it ran down the windows in rivulets first, then waterfalls made of black blood. Tom wanted to scream, wanted out. Out. Out. Out. Wanted to rip of his skin covered in that substance. Wanted to run. His mind screaming in shocked denial. This wasn't happening!
"Leave!" Something whispered into his ear as he fumbled for the door handle and panicking he drove his shoulder against the window which didn't help a thing, only gained him a throbbing shoulder. The door gave way before he found the handle and he fell out of the car head first onto the pavement. He yelled, scraping his palms on the tiny pebbles and scrambling away so fast that didn't even take the time to find his balance first. Stumbling against the brick wall that separated their estate from their neighbors he pressed his back against it, staring at the car. It stood on the drive way, harmless and clean, and Tom sobbed with relief and terror, his own blood rushing in his ear and his breath going so fast that his chest ached with it. Looking at his hand it turned out clean except for some loose earth that Tom had fallen into.
Through the open passenger door Tom could see that the radio was still switched on, static hissing in annoyance and the radio lights flickered erratically before dying with an almost human sigh that send another wave of shivers over his back. Slowly, the night sounds got alive around him, the BBQ was still in full party mode. Crickets were chirring, a dog was barking. Two dogs actually. Then another one. But they faded away like whatever had alarmed them was vanishing.
"What..." Tom mumbled, still not sure he was even awake. That had not just happened. It just hadn't. Maybe he had a mild...no, make it a serious sun stroke. Nothing more. Yes, that must've been it. Tom was sure. He blinked. Once, twice. And the car remained the same if there hadn't been two figures in the backseat. Children only, two boys. Their limbs entwined so tight that Tom couldn't even make out where the first boy ended and the second began. One of the boys had wrapped his arms tight around the smaller one, glaring viciously at Tom and if he hadn't had a wall against his back he would've backed off even further. There was such an anger in the boy's eyes--so much pain--that Tom wondered how feelings that intense could inhabit such a small person. The younger boy blinked at him from behind the older one's embrace. Huge brown eyes that were leaking with pain and despair and a disappointment that Tom had not thought possible. His heart fell. It plunged deep and for a second, just a tiny second, the world didn't make sense for Tom anymore. His view of the world upside down.
And he knew. He knew more than he ever had wanted. Knowledge so impacting that it would never go away.
The door shut close with a loud bang and the boys vanished, leaving behind an empty car with a sad history. A car that held a meaning without a reason.
Tom did never sell it. But he didn't drive it either. It had deserved to be resting in peace.
"Leave!" Something whispered into his ear as he fumbled for the door handle and panicking he drove his shoulder against the window which didn't help a thing, only gained him a throbbing shoulder. The door gave way before he found the handle and he fell out of the car head first onto the pavement. He yelled, scraping his palms on the tiny pebbles and scrambling away so fast that didn't even take the time to find his balance first. Stumbling against the brick wall that separated their estate from their neighbors he pressed his back against it, staring at the car. It stood on the drive way, harmless and clean, and Tom sobbed with relief and terror, his own blood rushing in his ear and his breath going so fast that his chest ached with it. Looking at his hand it turned out clean except for some loose earth that Tom had fallen into.
Through the open passenger door Tom could see that the radio was still switched on, static hissing in annoyance and the radio lights flickered erratically before dying with an almost human sigh that send another wave of shivers over his back. Slowly, the night sounds got alive around him, the BBQ was still in full party mode. Crickets were chirring, a dog was barking. Two dogs actually. Then another one. But they faded away like whatever had alarmed them was vanishing.
"What..." Tom mumbled, still not sure he was even awake. That had not just happened. It just hadn't. Maybe he had a mild...no, make it a serious sun stroke. Nothing more. Yes, that must've been it. Tom was sure. He blinked. Once, twice. And the car remained the same if there hadn't been two figures in the backseat. Children only, two boys. Their limbs entwined so tight that Tom couldn't even make out where the first boy ended and the second began. One of the boys had wrapped his arms tight around the smaller one, glaring viciously at Tom and if he hadn't had a wall against his back he would've backed off even further. There was such an anger in the boy's eyes--so much pain--that Tom wondered how feelings that intense could inhabit such a small person. The younger boy blinked at him from behind the older one's embrace. Huge brown eyes that were leaking with pain and despair and a disappointment that Tom had not thought possible. His heart fell. It plunged deep and for a second, just a tiny second, the world didn't make sense for Tom anymore. His view of the world upside down.
And he knew. He knew more than he ever had wanted. Knowledge so impacting that it would never go away.
The door shut close with a loud bang and the boys vanished, leaving behind an empty car with a sad history. A car that held a meaning without a reason.
Tom did never sell it. But he didn't drive it either. It had deserved to be resting in peace.
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post script:
Is it alright if I use this prompt to?
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And thanks for the review :-) It's appreciated much.
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And Thanks a alot for the feedback.
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I like when I leave the reader speechless *whistles innocently*
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