REVENANT: PART VI: Sixth Sense [Prompt 35]
Yay, I have a new(ish) laptop, so in some kind of celebration, I bring you part 6 of Revenant :P Thanks again to those who are reading for all the lovely comments...
Title: Revenant
'Verse/characters: Revenant/Evangeline
Prompt: #35 Sixth Sense
Word Count: 535
Rating: PG
Series Summary: In a post-apocalyptic future, a single pocket of Eden remains where a handful of survivors dwell. And then, there are those who were created for this world...
Skies are bleeding, hands are burning, smoke is pouring like yellow mist from her skin. Her eyes don't see into this world anymore, don't want to see; she gouged them out with her own taloned fingernails, but still her mind gets no peace from the visions. Memories of what is past and what will be scar even her dreams.
The voices never shut up, never stop screaming, in her and in everybody.
Who is she? What has she become? Even if she could see herself now, would there be anything left to recognise? The world was swept away by mushrooms, mushrooms and white petals and hot pink rains, and the rats even feasted on her little girl's teddy bear, before sailing away down the red river, all of them hunched over the bone raft with the black ferryman, singing nursery rhymes and wearing ribbons in their hair and laughing at her indecision. Is this how it was? She can't quite remember.
She was once a mother, then.
Now two children have come to her, but she can't quite see either of them, even through the veils of blessing and curse, that gifting from the Devil himself, that which the others call a 'sixth sense.' Two boys, with sharp little teeth like the rats, gnawing on her mind and her fingertips if she lets herself go to sleep. One of them is a good boy, and he smells of yellow leaves and daffodils and honeydew. Evangeline likes him, because he snuck up on her in the forest, playing hide and seek, just the way her daughter once did. He is sad and just like her he does not want his crueller destiny. She could love him, perhaps, if her heart remembered how it went. But the other, that other boy, he likes to hide in dark corridors and tear out hearts and livers and tie them together with daisy stems to resurrect dead things. Everything is his fault. All of this has been made just for him. And he terrifies her, because she sees him coming, full of cold fire, ablaze like the sun, keeping his warmth for himself, sharing it with nobody.
He is the embodiment of all she ever was, on that day she murdered her little girl.
The full moon is drawing near, and soon they will ask her what they need to do. All of them like children, hiding among her skirts and entrails, needing to be tended to. Just like children, they won't listen to her, either. They think what power she has is consuming her, feeding on her mind, crawling over her skin. But she will tell them regardless, because she is a good mother; but no mother can withold the hand of Fate or the teeth of Destiny. Just as it was, so many years ago, she will tell them to kill these little boys, for they are all hiding in the shadows of the past, and if they come out, the future will tear them to pieces. The good boy called Autumn and the bad one called Celestienne must die together, just as they were born. She smiles.
No one will hear her voice, anyway, over the screams.
Previously...
REVENANT Part V: Strangers
REVENANT Part IV: What
REVENANT Part III: Triangle
REVENANT Part II: Earth
REVENANT Part I: Water
Title: Revenant
'Verse/characters: Revenant/Evangeline
Prompt: #35 Sixth Sense
Word Count: 535
Rating: PG
Series Summary: In a post-apocalyptic future, a single pocket of Eden remains where a handful of survivors dwell. And then, there are those who were created for this world...
Skies are bleeding, hands are burning, smoke is pouring like yellow mist from her skin. Her eyes don't see into this world anymore, don't want to see; she gouged them out with her own taloned fingernails, but still her mind gets no peace from the visions. Memories of what is past and what will be scar even her dreams.
The voices never shut up, never stop screaming, in her and in everybody.
Who is she? What has she become? Even if she could see herself now, would there be anything left to recognise? The world was swept away by mushrooms, mushrooms and white petals and hot pink rains, and the rats even feasted on her little girl's teddy bear, before sailing away down the red river, all of them hunched over the bone raft with the black ferryman, singing nursery rhymes and wearing ribbons in their hair and laughing at her indecision. Is this how it was? She can't quite remember.
She was once a mother, then.
Now two children have come to her, but she can't quite see either of them, even through the veils of blessing and curse, that gifting from the Devil himself, that which the others call a 'sixth sense.' Two boys, with sharp little teeth like the rats, gnawing on her mind and her fingertips if she lets herself go to sleep. One of them is a good boy, and he smells of yellow leaves and daffodils and honeydew. Evangeline likes him, because he snuck up on her in the forest, playing hide and seek, just the way her daughter once did. He is sad and just like her he does not want his crueller destiny. She could love him, perhaps, if her heart remembered how it went. But the other, that other boy, he likes to hide in dark corridors and tear out hearts and livers and tie them together with daisy stems to resurrect dead things. Everything is his fault. All of this has been made just for him. And he terrifies her, because she sees him coming, full of cold fire, ablaze like the sun, keeping his warmth for himself, sharing it with nobody.
He is the embodiment of all she ever was, on that day she murdered her little girl.
The full moon is drawing near, and soon they will ask her what they need to do. All of them like children, hiding among her skirts and entrails, needing to be tended to. Just like children, they won't listen to her, either. They think what power she has is consuming her, feeding on her mind, crawling over her skin. But she will tell them regardless, because she is a good mother; but no mother can withold the hand of Fate or the teeth of Destiny. Just as it was, so many years ago, she will tell them to kill these little boys, for they are all hiding in the shadows of the past, and if they come out, the future will tear them to pieces. The good boy called Autumn and the bad one called Celestienne must die together, just as they were born. She smiles.
No one will hear her voice, anyway, over the screams.
Previously...
REVENANT Part V: Strangers
REVENANT Part IV: What
REVENANT Part III: Triangle
REVENANT Part II: Earth
REVENANT Part I: Water