Author: Milena Gaiden A.K.A Ingrid Valko
Rating: R
Word Count: 906
Warning!!! Violence & Murder
Summary: "All he had to do is follow the blood trail on the snow and he'll find him."
A/N: This popped on my head out of fucking nowhere...hope you like it...its weird but...yeah...leave a comment please.
"Ugh..." He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, his head hurt really bad, the room as spinning and it was hard to focus on something. He brought a hand up and gently patted his head, where the pungent pain came from, he felt the bleeding wound on his head and hissed in pain. He looked around, sitting up from his spot on the floor, the whole room was trashed; the door was on the floor, the mattress flipped over, the lamp broken on the floor next to him, the glass door to the backyard half broken, half open. The room was a little dark and when he scanned it, he noticed...someone was missing.
His stomach dropped. Fear started to whirl inside him. Where is he?
He slowly got up, small pieces of glass falling from his clothes. His head hurt like hell and the rest of his body felt really sore as well, he walked slowly and leaned on the wall. He took a deep breath and ignored his pain. He needed to find him...now. He took a few steps and stopped, he stood there looking at the door that lead to the hall inside the house and the glass door that lead to the woods...which way?
The question answered it self when he looked down at the floor, there was a thick blood trail that lead through the glass door. All he had to do is follow the blood trail on the snow and he'll find him.
A little tingle of hope danced inside him, but he was still scared. His heart was pounding in his ears, his vision still swirled a little and the cold wasn't helping, he slowly walked down the backyard, to the woods that surrounded the house, following the long blood trail. A few minutes later he could see where the bloody path ended, behind a rock. It was getting darker and colder, but his heart felt already frozen, he stopped and stood there for a minute. He didn't know what he would find behind that rock, he had been out there for a while and he was bleeding too much.
"What if he is already dead?" He thought as he slowly walked towards the rock, his stomach twisting in anticipation, his heart beating loudly in his hears, breathing fast."What if Ville was already dead?" The though repeated as he got closer.
"If he's dead...the fun would be over." He frowned at the though. "It would be a shame that he died on his own out here...it would be a shame not to see the light fading from his eyes as he bled to dead." He stepped on a twig that broke with a snapping sound under his weight, a second later he heard a small whimper behind the rock.
" Maybe the fun isn't over yet." He smiled, patting his pocked, smile growing wider when he felt his small pocket knife on his back pocket. Small weapon, but still, a really fun one.
He walked the remaining space and saw, to his complete delight, that his boyfriend wasn't dead, almost frozen, yes, badly wounded, yes, but still breathing and wide awake. His big green eyes looking at him with pure, sheer terror, sprinkled with panic and hurt. His face looked paler than usual and his beautiful lips already blueish. He adored how beautiful he looked crying in despair, terrified, broken, hopeless, mumbling useless apologies and heartbreaking pleas of mercy as he tried to back away from him.
"Shhh," Bam said lovingly."It's okay babe. I forgive you for hitting me with the lap. I understand that you're scared, but don't worry, this will be over soon." He kneeled beside him, using the same smile and the tone on his voice that he used the first time he told him that he loved him. He grabbed his boyfriend wrist with a bruising grip, smiling sweetly as he reached his back pocket grabbing his knife, his boyfriend tried with no success to free his arm, he knew it was useless, he had no strength left to fight.
"Shhh, honey...this only hurts just once." He smiled sweetly as he dragged the knife across the tattooed skin of Villes arm, cutting deeply over his veins, blood pouring out and falling to the snow; he quickly did the same to the other arm and sat back, enjoying the sight of the love of his life bleeding to death in front of him, streams of blood flowing in different directions, contrasting beautifully against the snow. He watched the color drain from his lover face, his breath slowing down and his body becoming stiller; his favorite moment was about to come. He held his breath, and crawled next to him. He leaned forward and kissed the cold lips, stealing his boyfriends last breath, separating just in time to see the light fade away from his eyes. His lips curled into a small smile, as he closed his boyfriends eyes, kissing away the last small tear that escaped his dead lover's eyes, he planted a few more kisses on the cold skin, give him a last kiss on the lips and got up. He brushed the remaining snow from his pants, and walked back home, looking back to get one last glance of his lover. He smiled happily.
"I Love You." He whispered at the wind. He let out a sigh of content and continued walking home.
- It Only Hurts Just Once
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milenagaiden- April 4th, 4:24
indescribable
- Master Post! Of Darkness I Became
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- milenagaiden
- March 14th, 2:36
accomplished
Title: Of Darkness I Became
Rating: R (Mostly)
Paring: Ville/Bam, Ville/Andrew, Ville/Trent
Summary: "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.- Dr.Johnson"
Chapters:
Now I Run From You
Animal I Have Become
The Devil In Disguise
Waking The Demon
Dr. Frankenstein
The Cage We're Locked In
Nightmares
I Won't Let You Fall
Not Quite Lost
Forever In The Dark 1/2
Forever In The Dark 2/2
- Forever In the Dark Part 2/2
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- milenagaiden
- March 14th, 2:06
anxious
Author: Milena Gaiden A.K.A Ingrid Valko
Prompt: Darkness
Rating: NC-17 (I Hate Myself So Much Right Now)
Word Count: 1304
Member Challenge: Drabble# 10 (11 XD)
A/N: FUCK ME! I'm so angry...alfjhadkfakfhalkfdhja I'm a heartless bitch! But i love it!
Three men stared, shocked at the computer screen, they saw what Ville did to those guards. Since they found him in that building, they kept an eye on the security cameras, just to be sure when would be the best chance to get him back. But now they knew, there was no one to save. He wasn't at all the person they knew. It was a demon or something worst. They saw the whole thing, all the blood and the broken bones. He tore them apart like they where made out of paper, he threw them away and ran, dragging someone with him, that doctor that went missing. They didn't even knew he was there. In a minute, Ville and the doc where out of sight. Franz looked for them on the most logical place. The parking lot. They saw how Reznor threw them into a van and drove away with them. "They are dead." Two of them thought.
"We need to move. Now! Franz look for that van, I need to know where are they going." Bam almost shouted.
"Bam, you can't go after them. Inside those vans there's a fucking comando, and that isn't the Ville you knew, you saw what he did to those men. He's a murderer. They will kill you in the moment they see you." Ryan tried to talk some sense into him, but it was useless. Bam wanted to get Ville back or fucking die trying.
"They are going to that club, they parked the van on the back alley." Franz informed. Not really knowing what else to do.
"I'm going to get him back. If they kill me, it doesn't matter, without him... I'm already dead." He grabbed the gun he bough and the car keys.
"Bam please! A gun? They have shotguns and shit! Please man! Don't do this." Ryan begged.
Bam ignored him and ran out the apartment. He got to his hummer and drove as fast as he could to that place. Somehow he knew, he was going to die that day.
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When the van stopped, the door opened and immediately there was a gun pointing at Andrews head. Ville carried Andrew in his arms, he was still unconscious. They lead them to the clubs basement, and as soon as the doors closed, they took Andrew from him and tied him to a pipe. Ville looked around the place, for a way out. He spotted a table, covered with knives, hammers and other tools. Reznor was going to torture Andrew. Ville needed to find a fucking way out. NOW.
He heard foot steps and he felt a needle on his neck.
"You've been a very bad boy." He heard Reznor voice, as he injected him with something that immediately made him feel like his insides were on fire, he fell to his knees and crawled to the corner of the room. Emotions flooded back to him so fast that he swore his head was about to burst. "Well, well...What i'm gonna do with you two? Everything was so perfect and you had to ruin it."
Andrews face went pale at the moment he opened his eyes. He saw the basement, Ville curled up in the corner of the room, holding his head; and Reznor in front of him, holding a metal baseball bat.
"You tried to fuck with the wrong person doc." Reznor smiled before he started to hit Andrew with the bat. When he got tired of using the bat, he moved on with the small but more violent stuff, like a blowtorch.
"Sir! We have a problem. The Van outside is burning, someone is here." One of the guards shouted, just before Reznor had a chance to burn Andrews skin. He turned off the blowtorch and followed the guard outside.
Ville saw the opportunity and crawled towards Andrew, He didn't dare to touch him, he was barely moving and barely breathing. He at least had a few of broken bones. Ville carefully untied him.
"Andrew?" He tried, but he only got a groan in response. At least it meant that he was still alive. "I'm gonna get us out of here." Ville got up, as fast as he could, and looked for something useful among the torture devises. He found a knife and then he heard footsteps, he putted Andrew, carefully, back in his place, and ran to his corner. Reznor walked in and practically ran to Andrew.
Without a word he shot him in the chest and before he could put another bullet inside him, Ville ran behind him and stabbed him right in the spine. Reznor screamed and the guards came in. Ville grabbed Reznors gun and shot each one.
"Ah no! you're not going to die so easily!" He dragged Reznor to the corner where he was lying before, and went back for the blowtorch. "I hope you can feel this you motherfucker!" He turned on the blowtorch and slowly pressed the flame on Reznors face, burning his eyes and his nose first. Screams and violent moves told him that he was feeling it. Ville smiled. "Mmmm you smell delicious master." He threw the blowtorch away and it shattered against the wall, igniting the whole place with a small explosion. He leaded forward and bit Reznor scorched face, he slowly ate parts of his face, neck and shoulders, until he stopped moving completely.
Ville looked up, the place was surrounded by flames, outside he heard screams and shots. He didn't care; He crawled next to Andrew.
"Andrew?" He whispered, leaning forward to press his ear against the wounded chest, hoping to hear a heart beat.
"Vi-Ville." Andrew managed to say.
"I'm sorry." Ville cried. "I should have killed him before...I'm so sorry." Ville gently grabbed Andrew and rested his head in his shoulder, somehow trying to protect him. The fire was consuming everything, soon they'll be dead."Everything will be over soon." He could barely breath and the heat was stating to burn him.
"Do-Don't apologize. It wa-was my-my fault." His voice was growing weaker and weaker.
His vision was going dark, he will pass out at any moment. He hugged Andrew tighter and whispered into his ear.
"Close your eyes." And he did the same.
"I love you Ville." Andrew said, with one last breath.
"I love you too..." He wasn't lying, he did love him...or at least part of him did.
The roof collapsed and everything went dark.
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"Bam? Wake up!" Ryan pleaded.
"What?" Bam said confused.
"We have to get out of here, the whole place is on fire." He tried to pull his friend out.
"NO! I have to find him." The explosion threw him to the ground, he got up and ran through the corridors before Ryan could stop him.
Only one door was closed, he ran to it was fast as he could, he grabbed the door knob and it burned his hand.
"Fuck!" He screamed. He used his shirt as a glove to open the door. The room was almost completely engulfed by flames, he looked around for Ville and then he found him. He distinguished a figure behind the smoke curtain. He got as close as he could, his hear dropped.
Ville was seating there, eyes closed, covered in blood and ashes, and holding someone in his arms. He didn't move, he only heard him whisper four small words.
"I love you too."
The roof cracked and he felt a hand pulling him away, just before the ceiling collapsed. Ryan pulled him away just in time and without a word he dragged him outside. Bam was in shock. Ville was dead. He just died in front of him.
"I love you too Ville." He whispered, tears streaming down his face as he watched the place burn down.
The end
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I don't know how this end up being Andrew/Ville
I'M SO SORRY BAM! you can punish me later for this XD
so this was the best i could come up with now
and this wasn't as violent as i thought it would be but ok
i'm going to bed now!
Fuck!!!!!! i hate myself so much!
Thanks for reading.
I hope you enjoyed this as much as i did.
- Forever In the Dark Part 1/2
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- milenagaiden
- March 13th, 0:29
angry
Author: Milena Gaiden A.K.A Ingrid Valko
Prompt: Darkness
Rating: R
Word Count:1112 OK this is not a drabble at all but this story grew so much in my mind that i couldn't stop it.
Member Challenge: Drabble #10
A/N: My life is sooo akjhgdfasdjkfhgakjsd right now. My computer died, I'm using my neighbor's laptop to write my stories TT.TT
Last chapter.
Ville fell asleep in his arms again, as soon as he stopped crying. He was going to get him out of there, tonight. He carried him and lied him down on the bed. Before he walked away, Ville grabbed his arm.
"Don't leave me." He whispered.
"I need to pack all our stuff so I can get you out of here." The look on Ville's eyes were enough, he grabbed him by the arm and carried him to his, very improvised, lab. He lied him down on the couch, Ville was already asleep again, He was so drained that he couldn't even stay awake. He gathered his notes and as much chemicals he could, he putted them in his backpack and sat down next to Ville, and tried to think; There're 3 guards outside the door, and 6 more in the lobby, cameras everywhere and Reznor was
never too far away from the building.
No matter how much he tried to think a way out of it, there was always the same outcome, they end up dead. The only way they had a chance to get out of there was if Ville was in altered state. But: One, He didn't want to put Ville thought that again and Two, Ville could kill him and everybody else for that matter. But There isn't another option, they had to do it.
"Ville, Wake up sweetheart," He caressed his face. Ville opened his eyes, slowly, tears forming in his eyes. Andrew knew that it was because Ville was expecting to see someone else instead of him. " Ville, I need to put you in altered state." Ville moaned in despair.
"Please, Please don't." He begged.
"I have to... this is the only way I can get you out of here. I need to get you away from Reznor. I need time to find a cure for you. Please, this one last time. This time by tomorrow we could be free, and soon You could be back home...with him." Andrew tried to smile. Ville looked at him directly in the eyes and nodded.
He grabbed the briefcase and pulled out the syringe." I promise you...tonight we'll be free...no matter what." He swore before he buried the needle in Ville's chest.
Ville's eyes turned black, he looked at Andrew, as the darkness in his eyes faded into an unnatural glow. He didn't move a muscle, he sat there, waiting, expressionless and silent.
"Ville We need to get rid of the guards. Can you do that? I know you want to be free too." He said carefully, unconsciously holding his breath.
Ville grinned, narrowing his eyes. He stood up so fast that Andrew fell backwards. He gestured him to be quiet as he slowly moved towards the door. Andrew silently obeyed, he grabbed his backpack and slowly walked behind him. Ville opened the door and gestured him to stay inside, Andrew understood what he was about to do, and he waited. Ville walked outside the front door, closing it immediately. Screams and gunshots filled the air for a very long second, then silence. The door opened and Andrew backed away; in the moment he saw Ville's smile, he let go of a breath he didn't realized he was holding. Ville extended his hand to him and without second thoughts he grabbed it. They ran full speed down the hall, to the elevator. Downstairs an alarm went off, and the elevator stopped and the lights went off.
"Fuck!" He yelled in desperation.
Ville smiled as he started to climb the opposite wall and opened the emergency exit, he jumped out the small hatch, disappearing for a second in the darkness. Before Andrew could say anything, Ville offered his hand and helped him up. The elevator shaft was cold and barely lit by the emergency light. Without to much effort Ville opened the door to the floor above them, climbing in first.
"Wait here." He whispered in Andrews ear as soon as he climbed up behind him. Andrew stayed on the floor, by the open elevator doors. A few guards ran up to them, and Ville just beat them up and throw them down the elevator shaft.
"Follow me." He shouted to Andrew.
They ran down the emergency stairs to the lobby, where the rest of the guards awaited. Ville smirked and pushed Andrew back inside the stairway and closed the door. There was no need for Andrew to see what he was about to do.
The guards, whom, obviously, already called for backup, stood in front of him, shaking and pointing their guns at him. Ville walked away from the door, but stayed near, just in case someone tried to use Andrew as a hostage. Ville did know, unlike anyone else, why he protected Andrew. He was it's creator...and he loved him.
With swift move of his leg, Ville kicked the guard that was closer to the door. Then the shooting started. Bullets flew in every direction. Some of them, in panic, tired to shoot him but failed miserably, hitting each other. Ville didn't even had to touch them, they killed each other. And when the last one, hit the ground, Ville opened the door, and grabbed Andrew by the arm. They ran to the garage exit. They needed a car, if they were going to escape, walking would be pretty stupid.
They ran through the parking lot, looking for a useful car. A second later they heard screeching tires and shouting voices. A flash of Vans stopping in front of them and man jumping off the vehicles, pointing their guns at their faces. Ville backed up and pushed Andrew behind him, attempting to protect him. Reznor walked slowly towards them, looking so angry, that the devil himself would be scared. He grabbed Ville by the hair and pulled him away from Andrew. Ville hissed and tried to grab Andrews arm. Reznor kicked him away and grabbed Andrew by the neck.
"Do you really thought you could steal him away from me? Big mistake Doc. And you're gonna pay for this." Reznor growled, he let go of Ville and punched Andrew in the stomach with such force, that he couldn't breath for a while. The armed mans had their instructions to keep pointing at Andrews head. Ville couldn't do anything. Reznor dragged them to one of the vans, threw them inside and closed the door. Andrews head hit the inside of the truck so hard that he blacked out for a while. Ville just hold him against his hollow chest. His glowing eyes fixed on the door, if anyone tried to touch him, he would bite their arms off.
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I'm really gonna hate myself tomorrow
ok, so this is almost the end
one more part to go
and this will be over
XD i can't believe this took me so long
school it's unholy!!!!
Thanks for reading my loveswillowdrown I LOVE YOU BABE :B
- Not Quite Lost
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- milenagaiden
- February 16th, 0:21
bitchy
Author: Milena Gaiden A.K.A Ingrid Valko
Prompt: Answers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 539
Member challenge: Drabble #9
A/N: And we're back to Bam Bam :B
This is bad, so far, the things we found about the guy that took Ville were worst than we thought. He was the usual suspect on many cases of missing people, including the young Doctor Andrew Vanwyngarden, who disappeared from his lab a few years ago. The police in several occasions tried to charge the owner of the company but there were never enough evidence. Witnesses with amnesia, no finger prints or DNA on the scene, an alibi; he always found a way to escape his judgment.
Ryan and I, investigated all we could, and we couldn't find any connections with Ville or signs of his whereabouts. Reznor vanished Ville from the face of the earth. We needed to get a little bit more illegal. Franz, a hacker for hobby, agreed to help us.
After sixteen hours of going though archives, bills, and emails, we got to the security cameras of a hotel; it showed Reznor, followed by three more figures, one of them covered in blood. Bam's heart hit the flat line, it was Ville, covered in blood, smiling and hugging Reznor. But there was something even scarier and heart-killer about that video. Ville's eyes, they were literally glowing. The two bodyguards kept their distance, they were clearly afraid. All of them got to the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, Ville was all over Reznor, like a cat in heat.
Bam looked away.
"Sorry man." Franz said quietly, trying to fast forward the tape, to a less disturbing image.
"It's not him...look at his eyes...he...it's something else." Bam said, his voice cracking with clear hurt.
"Bam..." Ryan whispered, trying to understand the situation. There wasn't logical to think that, the guy in the video was Ville's evil twin or something. But after a few days of investigating the kinds of experiments that Reznor did, he wouldn't be that shocked if it turned out to be a clone or something.
"We need to get him out of there" Bam practically growled.
The footage ended when the stepped out of the elevator, that stopped on the very last floor. A penthouse.
Now they knew, where they were...But there was two problems.
One... the security was really heavy.
And two... They weren't so sure that the thing they saw was Ville. It was covered in blood, and it was smiling. It looked like Ville but it just... it wasn't him.
"Bam, security in there and in the company is just too damn heavy for you, just trying to break in..." Franz said, thinking and looking at some bank accounts. " Here!," he pointed at something on the screen." This nightclub belongs to them, maybe you can find them there... and i don't know, try and talk Ville out of that." He suggested.
"Let's do it." Bam said inmediatly.
"Bam... You know that, what we could find... could not be good...right? I mean, you saw the video....clearly, they did something to him but, he might not be the same Ville you knew." Ryan said carefully.
Bam looked at Reznor's smiling face in one of the pictures on the desk.
"I am not the same, either." He growled, darkly.
He was going to murder that bastard if he had the chance.
A/N: School is trying to kill me. Slowly and painfully.
If my teachers keep bothering me, i'm gonna send demon Ville to bite their hearts out.
Willow el ultimo capitulo lo amaras XD
The end is near XD
- Writer's Block: Grammy Awards
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- milenagaiden
- February 12th, 12:41
Poisonous
Foster The People- Pumped up Kicks
- I Won't Let You Fall
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- milenagaiden
- February 7th, 1:46
amused
Author: Milena Gaiden A.K.A Ingrid Valko
Prompt: Fall
Rating: PG ( very sad, and mentions of a suicide attempt)
Word count: 604
Member Challenge: Drabble # 8
Andrew lied on the bed, unable to sleep, he stared at the ceiling, closing his eyes from time to time, hoping to get some sleep. When he was able to sleep for a second, Ville started to toss and turn on the bed beside him and woke him up. Ville was having nightmares again. Andrew was very worried.
In altered state, Ville could only feed on flesh, he didn't sleep and his body functioned ten times more intensely than normal, it was a very stressful state for his body, when he was in a natural state, he was terribly tired, he refused to eat anything and the pain and guilt ate him alive. Nightmares tortured them every night. They couldn't rest and that was taking toll on what was left of their sanity.
He decided to go outside for a smoke, he slowly got up and walked to the balcony in silence, Ville needed to sleep at least a little bit, and he needed to think. He grabbed a pack of smokes and a lighter and sat on the ledge of the balcony. The view was truly amazing, New York was a chaotic and mesmerizing city, the sun was going down, they slept the most part of the morning and the afternoon, that was good, Ville really needed to rest.
He needed to find a cure for him, something that could revert the damage. He knew, no matter how much he worked, he wouldn't be able to give Ville the time or the innocence back, but at least he could give him his life back. His body couldn't go more than 3 days without the compound and the altered state that it produced lasted at least 2 days. He needed to find a way to reduce the doses or eliminate the dependence completely. His body was too stressed, his organs won't last too long and his brain is in the verge of a complete collapse. What he could do?
He pulled his legs against his chest and rested his head in his knees, the cigarette in his hand burned away with the wind, smoke tracing patterns in the air that lasted only a few seconds before disappearing in the late afternoon sky. A strangled cry came from the other room. Ville was still having nightmares. Andrew knew that even if he was there with him, Ville wanted other arms to hold him. That only hurt them both. Ville almost never remembers him, or anything for that matter, when he woke up from the altered state. It was better if he kept his distance, long enough for Ville to remember the situation on his own.
He heard nothing on the other room, maybe Ville's nightmare was over. He kept his eyes closed and his forehead resting in his knees. He heard footsteps and he looked up. In that moment Ville walked out to the balcony, face pale and full of sorrow, his eyes didn't quite focus on anything and yet everything. He walked like a ghost, climbed to the ledge without noticing his presence, he looked up at the sky and tears fell from his eyes, he took a step forward and let his body fall. In a second and surprising himself, Andrew, hold him by the arm. He pulled him up without too much effort and he placed him softly on the floor, Ville hugged him, holding him like his life depended on it, and he cried, he cried for hours. Andrew never let him go.
"Shhh, I'm right here...I won't let you fall...I'll save you no matter what." Andrew whispered in his ear.
A/N: my school is killing me! Next chapter, we're back to Bam Bam. Poor Andrew, i really love him, but i love to make my boys suffer. I'm the devil xD
- Nightmares
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- milenagaiden
- February 3rd, 15:31
contemplative
Author: Milena Gaiden A.K.A Ingrid Valko
Prompt: Nightmare
Word Count: 294 (shorty but good)
Rating:PG-13
Member Challenge: Drabble #7
A/N: School is a bitch! I know the challenge is over but I wanted to finish this :D Hope you like it.Two shadows stand one in front of the other, inside a large cage; the two figures looked exactly the same, a mirror and its reflection. If you looked close enough you could see the difference. One wore a cruel smile, the other's eyes cried in agony. One was engulfed by shadows, the other one; blood covered his body like a silk cape. One was free and the other was chained.
From the shadows emerged a new smoke silhouette, holding the keys in its claws. The reflections inverted, and one of the shadows crawled out of his cage.
He woke up, sweating and his mind was blank. The bedroom was empty and dark. His whole body was sore and it felt even more broken than usual. But what was the usual? Where was he? Who was he? What happened to him? He broke into tears and forced his mind to remember.
He remembered a pair of blue eyes, a smile, kisses and stupid pranks. He felt happy, he should have stopped there... but he didn't. Images of corpses, broken bones, and rivers of bloods flooded his mind. Screams and pleads of mercy echoed in his ears.
Tears streamed down his pale face, he felt empty, soulless. His eyes searched the room, unconsciously looking for a way out. He spotted a door that lead to a balcony. He got up and walked slowly and completely absentminded to the door, he didn't look around, but the city in front of him didn't seemed familiar. He climbed to the ledge and without any thoughts at all, he closed his eyes, remembered the smile that made him felt at home and taking a deep breath he let his tired body fall to the abyss. Hoping to be free again.
A/N: It's not over yet ;D and i'm writing this in the middle of my administration class, and my teacher let me update my stories, because she is secretly a fan too XD
- The Cage We're locked In
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- milenagaiden
- January 19th, 1:32
bouncy
Author: Milena Gaiden A.K.A Ingrid Valko
Prompt: Caged
Word Count: 418
Rating: Pg-13
Member Challenge: Drabble #6
A/N: Poor Andrew Vanwyngarden... he's a hippie and i love him and poor thing, his heart is broken.
The sun was about to rise, he knew his boss will leave soon, that sadist had a day job after all. Then he'll be alone with Ville for a whole week. He adored those moments, he just wanted to take care of him.
At the moment he heard the apartment door closing, he practically ran to Ville's room. Now the devil was gone, it was time for him to assess and repair the damage. He stood in front of the closed door and took a deep breath before going in. He saw Ville sleeping, curled into a small ball on the corner of the bed. His body looked thinner than before, covered now with bruises, cuts and healing bite marks.
Andrew sat on the bed and gently putted a hand on Ville's shoulder. He opened his eyes and glowing pupils fixed on him.
"Come on, get up. You need to shower and then you can go and sleep in my bed." He said sweetly.
Ville nodded with a smile, he got up and walked to the bathroom. Andrew watched him move, what a beautiful creature, he thought. When the door closed he looked back at the bed and saw blood stains where Ville was sleeping and he felt sick. He hated to see what Ville had to go through, almost every second of every day, since he met him, he has been thinking on a way to help him escape.
The both of them were prisoners of that luxurious apartment. They weren't allowed to talk to anyone or going out alone.
He went back to his room and lied down on the giant bed. That place was truly beautiful, the city was just amazing but he missed the trees, he missed his friends and his family. He missed his old life, he was a student who worked on a big project to create a vaccine against extreme anger and, thanks to a big mistake, he ended up creating a chemical that turns people in cannibalistic demons. When Reznor found out, he was lost, he made him use it on someone, someone he was in love with.
"Mmm, sleepy" Ville walked into his bedroom, his hair dripping wet, wearing just a pair of boxers. He climbed up to the bed, he putted his arms around him and pressed his ear to his chest, falling asleep listening to Andrew's heartbeats.
"I'll find a way to get you out of here...I love you Ville." Andrew whispered in Ville's ear, holding him tightly.
- Dr. Frankenstein
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- milenagaiden
- January 17th, 18:48
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Author: Milena Gaiden A.K.A Ingrid Valko
Prompt: Regrets
Word Count: 373 (very shorty :D)
Rating: PG
Member Challenge: Drabble #5
Warning: A new character and a poor broken heart.A/N: I'm very fucking sorry for not writing this sooner but i just got back to school and it's a living hell.
"Tonight on the evening news: A Horrifying massacre has the entire police department looking for a suspect..."
"Fuck...What I've done" He took off his glasses, leaning on the wall, slowly falling to the floor. Tears of regret escaped his eyes green eyes. "I'm sorry..." He cried. He wasn't gonna lie, he did fell in love with him, but he knew Ville would never love him back...After everything he did to him.
He thought he could do it. Just do his job and that's it, but in the moment he saw him, he fell in love at that instant. Those green eyes... same color as his but yet so different. The first time those eyes fell on him, they were full of fear and anger. It killed him, to know just how much he was hurting him.
It shouldn't be like that, Ville shouldn't go through this. He's a good person, he didn't hate him, not even when he stuck needles and experimented with the compounds on him. Ville knew he didn't want to hurt him, but if he didn't Reznor will kill them.
Andrew just wanted Ville to kill him. But that wasn't going to happen, Ville wouldn't hurt anyone in a normal state and for some reason he didn't wanted to hurt him either in his altered state. He wished he could take Ville away from all of this, but it was impossible, he made it impossible. Too much time without the compound and the toxin will kill Ville, but if he kept using it, it will kill him...slower.
He hated to admit it...but he knew Ville, in both states, belonged to someone else. And to prove the fact, the door of the apartment flew open; Reznor came in with his pet following close behind.
"Andy! I'll play with this lil freak for a while and I'll leave him here for the rest of the week." His boss informed, dragging a half-naked and blood covered Ville, who just smiled at him and waved like a child.
When the bedroom doors closed, he walked away. He didn't want to listen...he wished he didn't know what they were doing inside there, but it didn't matter his heart was shattered already... and he deserved it.
