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welldonekhushi · 2 days ago

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Silent Decay

Disclaimer: This fic contains content that may be unsuitable for readers uncomfortable with profanity, body horror or grotesque visuals. It is a psychological horror story featuring me and my friends' OCs! Story is all written by me!

The age description to read this fic is 16+ so if you're younger than that, please avoid reading this! Proceed with caution, and enjoy! (Don't worry! You may opt out of this fic if you like, self-care is absolute necessary <3)

Special thanks to @efingcod, @imagoddamnonionmason, and @alypink for allowing me to use their OCs for this collab fic! Park and Adler belong to Black Ops: Cold War, by Treyarch!

MASTERLIST.

PART THREE.

PART TWO

Two days had passed, and everything seemed normal as usual, with Timmy outside the house, somehow on the ground and not eating anything even if Mila already poured the food for him early in the morning.

However, it was not looking good for Jodie. She could feel the change in herself, slowly. She stepped into the warm shower again, the steam filling the bathroom. When she wiped the mirror clear, she was taken aback by what she saw. The dark circles under her eyes had deepened, and now her skin looked almost translucent, faint veins visible beneath the surface.

Lightly touching her face, turning it sideways for a better glimpse of it. She suddenly got a painful flashback of the basement door, which stings her brain. But instead of being worried about it, she chooses to ignore; thinking that stress may be the sole reason. “It’s just stress. Nothing else, Jay. Get over it.”

Maybe she was trying to distract herself from how the cough was making her lightly suffer; it feels like it was now choking her. She didn’t want to point it out to anybody. She said she was alright.

Mila went outside to check onto Timmy, only to find that he wasn’t eating. She walks towards the dog and kneels down, gently petting it. “What's going on, Timmy? You’re not hungry?”

Timmy whimpered and looked at Mila, sadly. To cheer him up, Mila came up with an idea. “You’ll come inside and eat with us, is it okay for you?”

Timmy’s eyes lightened up with excitement, drooling as he wagged his tail. Mila giggles and takes off the leash on the log that he was tied on, so she could take him inside for breakfast. She placed the bowl on the laminate flooring, next to their table as Timmy approached closer to his food and started to eat.

Mila calls them down for breakfast with the small bell in her hand. Hearing the faint bell ring, Jodie quickly hides her visible weakness with her long, brunette hair, and makes her way downstairs.

Mila had set the plates, having pancakes with butter and honey for breakfast with fresh coffee. Vincent, as usual, arrived with his usual enthusiasm, ready to devour breakfast, Jodie also joins at the dining table and starts to eat her food, and Timmy who was already distracted by his food. Mila was setting her plate, her attention moved towards the basement door. As much as she tried to convince herself to not think about it, Mila couldn’t.

“Timmy’s eating inside now?” Vincent asked, observing their dog was now joining them to eat in the room.

“I thought if we kept him inside, he’d feel a little better. Perhaps he worries about Jodie's condition.” Mila replied, eating onto her food as she watched Timmy eat in silence.

While eating, Jodie felt an unusual taste to the pancakes, much to her disgust yet bewilderment. “Why is there no sugar in the pancakes?” She asked, her voice edged with confusion.

“No sugar?” Vincent looked at her, confused. “What do you mean? They’ve got honey in them.”

“I don’t know.” Jodie muttered, sighing as she eyed at her food. “I just don’t taste anything sweet.”

Timmy gently wagged his tail, softly whining but not in pain. She let out a small groan and kept eating, forcing down each bite. The food was warm, filling but utterly tasteless. And for some reason, that unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.

“How’s your health?” Mila asked, despite the little issue Jodie was facing.

“Hm? Yeah, it’s uhm – good so far? I feel like I’m recovering.” She replied while stuffing the pancakes in her mouth. “But my muscles hurt a bit. Since last night they hurt like I got cramps.”

“This happens when you’re sick, so don’t worry about it.” Vincent explained, as he chewed on his pancakes while talking to Jodie.

“But I haven’t even done any exercise for a while now. My body felt so weak that I didn’t even feel like doing it.” Jodie casts her head down, gripping onto the end of the fork as she wonders. “I don’t even feel like doing anything..”

Jodie gulped the liquid forming in her throat, growing nervous. Her eyebrows were knitted, as concern striked through her already weak face, but she masked it well, hiding the growing distress from Mila and Vincent. They didn’t need to know. She couldn’t let them worry.

Jodie continues to eat her pancakes, coughing once more, as Mila and Vince felt pure worry for their little sister. Somehow, Vincent had lost his appetite because he can’t seem to eat freely while seeing his sister in this condition.

Trying to voice her worry towards her younger sister, Mila finally speaks up. “We can go to the doctor if you wa—”

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine, guys.”

Mila noticed the strain in Jodie’s voice, seeing the way she forced herself to eat, and coughed abnormally. Jodie was always stubborn, always brushing things off, but this? This wasn’t normal, at all.

The breakfast went a bit unsettling, Mila made her way upstairs to her room after cleaning everything up, staring at herself in her dressing mirror for a bit. She tried to set her own hair, and kept a smile, but it didn’t really feel genuine. It felt forced. It felt like she was just trying to smile through the pain but all she wanted was things to go better as soon as possible.

She couldn’t bear to see her siblings in distress, as being the elderly sister, a lot of responsibilities fell on her shoulder ever since their mother’s death, which did make her sacrifice her happiness for the sake of the other two. Adler’s absence was only making it worse for her to keep living, but the best she could do was to stay strong.

Vincent was in the bathroom, washing his face with water as he rubbed his skin with his fingers, running them up his hair and stared at himself in the mirror too. The water droplets fall through his face, exhaling as the man closely observes his own self. It felt like this man was uncertain, yet helpless of what’s going to happen. It wasn’t just Jodie’s health that gnawed at him. It was everything. The house, the responsibilities, to get to his dream college, the unspoken fears that neither he nor Mila dared to voice. He had always tried to shake it off, to keep moving forward, but the stress always had a way of creeping back in.

He exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the sink. They were all barely holding on. And yet, none of them were willing to admit it. “It’ll be fine, Vincent. You can do this. This isn’t your worst yet. Or.. maybe it is, and I tend to brush it off because I don’t wish anything horrible to happen to our family.” Vincent pursed his lips, holding onto any remaining hope within his own self.

But, Jodie was going through it as well. Staring at herself in the mirror, the veins and her slightly bloodshot eyes clearly visible on her face. She was confused, yet troubled by what was truly happening to her, yet she chose to believe these symptoms would go away and this sickness is limited to a few days. She’ll be fine, she knows it.

Jodie knew Mila and Vincent were already carrying too much. She didn’t want to add to the weight pressing down on the house. Watching Mila take care of everything, even when she was sick, pretending she was fine, made something shift inside her. Jodie wanted to be strong too. She wanted to share the burden, to be someone Mila could finally lean on, not someone she had to worry about.

She later saw Timmy entering her room, with the medicines that he grabbed with his mouth. Jodie smiles and grabs the tablets from him. “Thank you, hero.” She chuckles and Timmy sits down, looking at Jodie as he wags his tail, seeing her take the medicine tablets and gulping it all with water, sighing as she makes her way to her warm bed.

“Go downstairs, Timmy.. I’ll be back once I wake up.” Resting for the day and for the body, she laid herself on the mattress, sniffing as she closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep instantly. Timmy stayed there for a few seconds, making sure everything was okay before he went downstairs to check on the others.

The scene had shifted to evening, and Mila had to get groceries because their supply was running low. The quiet of the house seemed heavier, the air thicker with unspoken worries. She glanced at the shelves, realizing just how much they'd been scraping by. They couldn’t afford to fall behind now.

“I’m going to get some items from the store.” Mila said, her voice firm, though it barely masked the tiredness in her eyes. “You stay here and keep an eye on Jodie. She needs more attention than anything.”

Vincent nodded as Mila stepped out, the door creaking slightly before clicking shut behind her. Left alone, he sighed, letting his feet wander aimlessly around the room. His thoughts drifted, his gaze skimming over every object in the house, lingering on old furniture with framed photographs, and slightly worn out paint from the walls. Just then, Timmy entered the room, wagging his tail happily as he saw Vincent. He lightly barked at him, rubbing his head on his leg, asking for attention. The man kneeled down and rubbed his back, as he softly whined.

Mila waited for a cab to come by the road, heading to town to get the groceries. One finally arrived and stepped in the vehicle, as it left for town. While travelling, the vehicle also passed by Aunt Park’s house. Seeing it for a few seconds before she could pass by it, it looked quite silent from the inside. With no lights, or activity.

With Mila gone, Vincent quickly shut the door, and hurdled up to Adler’s room, opening the door and began to search for the basement keys.

Through every drawer, cabinets, closet, the table and under the pillow, blanket or bed, his only goal was to find the keys. But then, his attention went towards the family photo that was placed onto the wall. He walks closer, carefully observes it. It had the image of Adler with Jodie, Mila and Vincent as small kids, smiling and hugging their father while they had their photo taken back there. After putting his utmost attention to the frame, he carefully grabs it, and takes it down, finally finding the set of keys that led to the basement.

Grabbing them and placing the frame back in its place, he stepped out of the room, only to find Timmy wagging his tail, patiently waiting for Vince to return.

He shut the door behind him and hurried downstairs, his footsteps light yet urgent. Glancing over his shoulder, he checked if anyone was watching before making his way to the basement. His hands trembled slightly as he unlocked the door, pushing it open with a creak that echoed through the empty house.

Darkness swallowed everything beyond the threshold. Vincent hesitated for a moment but quickly pulled out his flashlight, turning it on. A beam of light cut through the void.

“You stay here, okay?” he whispered, placing a firm hand on Timmy’s head before stepping inside alone.

The entrance led to a short staircase descending into the basement. He moved carefully, placing each foot down with caution, avoiding any creaks that might betray his presence.

Once below, he swept his flashlight across the space. Rows of storage boxes lined the shelves, old childhood toys, forgotten belongings, stacks of things that should’ve been mundane. But as his gaze lingered, unease settled in his gut.

If this was just a couple of storage, why did Russell spend so much time down here?

Unlike the rest, Vincent was the one to notice Russell often going down the basement for HOURS, giving excuses that he has to arrange the shelves, or figure out which items in there need to be thrown. No matter how many times they've asked him about it, Adler never revealed anything.

Now, that it's time, the man would do anything to know what's going on.

As Vincent was busy exploring the whole basement, delving deeper into the large, abandoned room which was never properly taken care of, covered in dust and cobwebs, could start to feel the uneasiness around his surroundings. His attention was mostly towards the walls of the basement, something which caught his immediate attention.

BURN IT ALL.

Growing closely to the source, he ran his flashlight towards the surface, reading something that was written and creased all over it in bold letters. “Burn it.. all?”

While studying what was over the wall, a sharp, metallic crash echoed through the basement, cutting through the silence like a knife. Vincent flinched, his whole body jolting in reaction as a shiver ran down his spine. The dull vibration still filled through the room, before everything fell still again.

His breath hitched. His grip tightened around the flashlight. Something had fallen.

He slowly ran the light toward the source, spotting a round container tipped over, an unusual red substance spilling out. At first, it seemed like a can of paint fell over. But as he stepped closer..

"Gasp!" Vincent loudly gasped as he clenched his chest.

Organs. Guts spilled across the floor, glistening under the flashlight. The stench of blood and bile filled the air, making his stomach twist. No matter how hard he tried to forget, the sight before him was something he could never have imagined, something he could never erase from his mind.

“W-w-what the..” While he started to back off and make his way out of the basement, he suddenly tripped over something and when he looked at it, Vincent screamed and slapped his mouth, leaning onto one of the shelves of the basement in horror as he watched a dead, rotting body.

The body was completely ripped off, with the flies wandering over it with the odor being extremely foul. Its ribcage was exposed but broken, its insides empty, leaving it hollow. Vincent covered his nose, trying to block out the overwhelming stench as he panted in fear, his eyes widened. He felt like retching, as he couldn’t believe what he just witnessed through his own eyes.

Vincent's hands trembled as his mind raced. His eyes locked onto the horrific imagery he has just witnessed. It raised a question in him, was Adler been hiding something this gruesome like this this whole time? So, was the ghost in the basement all a hoax to—

A thick liquid dripped onto Vincent’s shoulder. He hesitated before touching it, rubbing the dark, sticky substance between his fingers. The color was deep black, its texture unsettling. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, unsure of what it was, until the same liquid dripped onto his hair. At that moment, he heard a low, menacing snarl. His eyes widened as he scanned his surroundings, glancing left and right. Slowly, he lifted his head, pointing his flashlight upward to reveal the source above him, clinging to the ceiling.

It was a twisted, emaciated figure, its limbs unnaturally long and thin, stretched tight against its skeletal frame. Black, mottled skin clung to its body, and its face was hollow, with empty eyes with a dot-white pupil, and a jagged grin full of sharp, blood-tainted teeth. Its movements were jerky, as if its body wasn’t meant to bend that way. It screeched loudly at Vincent, as the light hit it, the creature recoiled, its body jerking violently.

Vincent stumbled back, falling to the floor in panic as he hyperventilated in shock. He scrambled to his feet, heart pounding, and bolted toward the exit, desperate to escape the nightmare lurking behind him.

Vincent ran through the path, passing through every single corner of the room while the beast followed him in a monstrous frenzy, snarling and screeching as it tried to catch onto the man. He ran as fast as he could, almost arriving at the exit but he accidentally tripped on an object which was lying on the floor, making him land on the hard, dusty surface on the ground.

He struggled to get up, grunting and panting to move his legs but he felt the creature grab onto them as he loudly screamed. It started to pull his leg towards him, dragging him into the darkness that his pants started to rip off. His nails scraped against the floor, trying to make his escape.

But just as things turned dire, Timmy bolted into the basement, sinking his teeth into the creature’s arm. It let out a blood-curdling scream, jerking its limb away in pain. The brief struggle gave Vincent just enough time to escape.

With Timmy’s help, the creature was thrown off balance for a moment, giving Vincent the chance to sprint toward the exit. As he burst through the doorway, the monster lunged after him with a demonic scream, but he slammed the door shut just in time, trapping it inside.

Vincent struggled to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling fast with uneven gasps. The adrenaline still pulsed through his veins, his body trembling from the encounter. Slowly, he sank to the floor, his back pressing against the door as he tried to steady himself, his mind racing with what he had just seen.

Timmy sniffed at him, nudging his arm as if to check if he was okay. Vincent slowly opened his eyes, meeting the retriever’s concerned gaze, its tail wagged gently.

With a shaky breath, he reached into his pocket for the keys, only to find nothing. His stomach dropped. He patted his pocket again, digging deeper, but it was empty.

“W-what the hell? The.. the keys?” His voice wavered as panic settled in. He frantically checked his other pockets, his hands growing unsteady. But no matter how many times he searched, they were gone.

“S-shit! Where did they g—”

And then it hit him.

The memory flashed in his mind, the moment he had truly lost them.

It was replayed in his head. The creature lurking above, its twisted form clinging to the ceiling. The second he had stumbled back in terror, the keys had been slipped from his pocket. And he hadn’t even noticed because the fear clouded his eyes.

“.. n-no.. no no no no!” He clenched onto his head. “What have I done? What the hell have I done? Mila’s gonna be pissed.. but.. but not just her. Dad.. fuck, h-he’s gonna kill me.” His face expressed his distress and uncomfortability. “But whatever I saw.. it was.. no. This can’t be true. Hope this isn’t—”

RING RING!

The sharp chime of the telephone shattered the silence. Vincent flinched, his breath catching in his throat. His head snapped toward the sound, heart pounding. Timmy’s attention went towards the telephone, as he started to bark loudly again. “The telephone lines are back?”

Feeling relieved it was just the telephone call, hoping the one contacting him must be their father. He knew the communication signals were a bit disturbed here in the location they lived in, reaching for the phone, and pulls the receiver back to his ear.

There was a low, eerie hum. It was as if someone, or something was listening in, but not on the other end of the line. It was just static, yet it felt alive. Vincent's voice came out faint, laced with hesitant curiosity.

“H-hello?”

“You shouldn't have done that.” A groggy, hazy and whispery voice was heard through the communication static of the phone.

“W-what?” He stuttered. “W-who are you?”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“D-done what? Is this.. is this some sick joke?” Vincent was driving himself angry so he could face the one on the telephone. “W-what do you want?”

“Death is your only answer.”

His hands started to tremble while holding the phone in his hands, as the voice filled through his ear, and then into his head. "S-stop.."

“Die.”

"Please stop.. I'm-I'm begging you." Vincent's breath became shaky.

The voice kept growing louder and louder from the speaker.

“Die.”

“DIE.”

“DIE!”

Vincent quickly slammed the phone back, ridden with fear, dread filled through his body. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his gaze snapped toward the staircase leading to Jodie’s room. A suffocating wave of anxiety gripped him, dread twisting deep in his gut. Without hesitation, he rushed upstairs, his footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.

He pushed open the door forcefully, his breath ragged, seeing Jodie undisturbed, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Peaceful and safe. Recovering as she rests.

He couldn’t seem to flush that memory away from him. It had completely traumatized him, and likely.. put him in constant doubt about Russell’s reason for keeping that “thing” in the basement.

His fingers curled into fists at his sides. Maybe he was just imagining things. Maybe exhaustion was playing tricks on him. He tore his gaze away from Jodie’s sleeping form, running a hand down his face. “I hope Mila comes back quickly..”

Shutting the door, he sighs and walks away, going downstairs quickly to shut the basement door tightly, with anything to not make it look obvious, since Vincent had dropped the keys in there, by accident. After he was done, he turned around and pushed his back against the door, throwing his head back as he sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Couple of hours later, Mila returned home with the groceries, the sound of the door clicking shut as Vincent, who fell asleep with the television still on, woke up abruptly and turned sharply, seeing her sister coming back, relief washing over him. At least now they had enough supplies to last a couple of weeks, one less thing to worry about. Timmy came and licked Mila’s face, happy to see her again.

“How’s Jodie holding up?” Mila asked as Timmy continued to lick her face.

“She’s.. she’s fine. She’s just resting. She took her medicine before going to sleep.” Vincent replied, rubbing his hair nervously, looking upstairs again. Mila makes her way to the kitchen, sets the bags down on the kitchen counter as she observes Vincent’s face.

“You okay? You look a bit pale.”

He hesitated, glancing back at the telephone, and the basement. The memory of the voice still clung to him like a shadow, but he forced a nod, not wanting to reveal about the lost keys, or the monster in there. “Nothing.. j-just tired. But I’m fine!”

“Wait, and what’s with your leg?” Mila pointed out at the ripped pants, much to Vincent’s horror.

“U-uh, it was Timmy! He played with me too rough, t-that.. that made him rip off my pants. He’s really a menace huh?” He chuckled nervously, hoping Mila would believe him but she just sighed and rolled his eyes, walking away.

“Let’s just get the dinner sorted. You call Jay downstairs.” Vincent watched Mila leave, as he sighed and looked at Timmy, who held a disappointed look at him.

“Don’t look at me. I did what was necessary. But hey.. thanks for saving my life.” Vincent smiles, but then was left in a wonder about that monstrous entity in the basement, as he still stared at that door, closely.

The dinner went on as usual, the clinking of utensils filling the quiet room. Jodie sat with them at the table, her presence almost ghostly. She ate, but her movements were mechanical and utterly detached. She barely looked up, her eyes fixed on her plate, chewing without really tasting the food. Timmy also silently ate the food, like the rest but not with that usual enthusiasm he used to have with him before.

Vincent stole a glance at her, a flicker of concern crossing his face. Something was off. It wasn’t just tonight, Jodie had been like this for a while now. Distant. Unreachable. Like she was slipping away into a place none of them could follow.

Mila, too, noticed. She opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitated, instead quietly pushing the bowl of vegetables toward Jodie. A small gesture.

Jodie noticed Mila pushing the bowl next to her, to which she knew she had no strength but gently smiled at her sister and took some of the salad on her plate, much to their relief. Even Timmy was glad that Jodie was finally having the courage to eat.

Jodie finishes her food, and makes her way upstairs, without saying anything. Mila and Vincent grab the plates and utensils, taking care of the rest before they go to sleep as well. As they two were finished, Mila placed a comforting hand on Vincent’s shoulder, telling him to be strong. Mila puts Jodie to bed, cuddling her warm after giving her her medicine, turning off the light and closing the door, seeing Vincent out waiting for her.

“Even if she’s recovering, I think we should take her to a doctor tomorrow.” Vincent shook her head, absolutely worried about Jodie. “I don’t even feel like talking about this to Dad.”

“Don’t worry. She’s doing well. If it gets worse, we will take her to a doctor tomorrow.”

“I don’t know.. I’m just too worried for her at this moment. What if Dad found out? That’ll devastate him.” Vincent replied.

Mila sighed, her hand lingering on Vincent’s shoulder. “I know you’re worried, but I am too, Vince.” she admitted softly. “We have to do something. We can’t just sit and wait for things to get worse.”

Vincent ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. “It’s not just worry, Mila. It’s..” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s like she’s not even here anymore. Like she’s just.. existing.” His voice lowered.

Mila squeezed his shoulder, comforting him. “You’re exhausted. It’s been a long day. Get some sleep, okay?”

He wanted to argue, to tell her that something about all of this was deeply wrong, but instead, he just nodded. Mila offered a small, tired smile before heading toward her room.

Vincent stood there for a moment, staring at the darkened hallway leading to Jodie’s room. He could still hear that whisper echoing in his mind.

Something wasn’t right.

The night was still, save for the distant chirping of crickets outside the window. The moon cast a pale glow over the house, its light creeping through the curtains. Everyone was fast asleep, her breathing was slow and steady, already looking as if maybe Jodie was finally recovering. Everything seemed peaceful until now, but the worst was about to begin, as if something had finally awakened.

The doorknob of the basement started to rattle, with the door also shaking, as if it was trying to open itself. The pin Vincent used to lock the door in its place, started to tremble.

She started to feel a little uneasy while being laid on her bed, as if something was churning inside her stomach, slightly growling and gurgling. Timmy suddenly opened his eyes, slowly as something made him have the urge to bark, facing the entrance of the door but he was leashed which made him unable to move.

It was hard to tell who, or what had emerged from the deadly basement, that Vincent barely escaped from. The figure crawled silently, as it made its way up the stairs, each step echoing quietly in the stillness of the house. Mila and Vincent were fast asleep oblivious to all. Checking their rooms first in the hallway, it drew its way through one specific room; Jodie’s.

The pin fell on the ground, with a clink, rolling away from the door, as the entrance creaked open.

Reaching her door, it carefully unlocked it, creaking it open, and sliding inside without a sound. The room was dark, only having the moonlight as the light source.

Jodie lay asleep, still unaware of the presence which had just entered her room. The figure crawled onto the bed, almost blending with the shadows. It stopped just above her, watching her steady breathing, as still as death itself.

It waited. And waited. Till it disappeared.

Her body began to involuntarily tremble, which weren’t even natural shivers, but something abnormal and inhuman. Visions of the basement door, multiplying cells, a heart pumping blood rapidly, the teeth of a carnivore, and a wolf devouring a deer, blood on its mouth as it stared at her.

“LET ME IN.”

She wakes up in pure shock, loudly gasping as she breathes for air, sweat covering her face. Her vision started to go blurry, and her ears began to ring. Her heartbeat thumped loudly, growing panicked.

“N-no.. this can’t be happening..” Feeling dizzy, she wanted to get off the bed quickly to check what was going on, but as she did, she fell on her feet, landing on the ground and groaning in pain. She coughed again, but this time, it didn't feel dry. She abnormally coughed again, her chest heaving up and down.

She felt like retching, for which she immediately got up on her feet and ran to the bathroom to excrete the matter that was currently disturbing her insides. Her eyes clenched with tears as she struggled to vomit, finding out that the vomit didn’t even taste like acid.

Her chest hurt, and her lungs felt collapsed. She opened her eyes, staring down horrifyingly at the sink to see that her body didn’t only vomit the juices of her own stomach.

But black acid.

Jodie’s breath ragged, the black blood dripping down her lips as she looked at herself deteriorating, with the vision in her eyes slowly blurring. Despite seeing the terrifying conclusion to her sickness, her mind felt like collapsing, with very little sanity left in her breaking apart as she saw her condition.

Jodie couldn’t help but unexpectedly grin at the mirror, her teeth covered with the blood, and laughed as it dripped down her mouth. She giggled hysterically, feeling as if her body had started to reject the life inside her, before letting out a guttural groan and retching out more blood from her insides, as the scene went all black, unknown to what was coming.

END OF PART TWO.

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callmelitlesunshine · 2 months ago

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can we stay like this forever?

Adler x fem!Bell

warnings: OOC, soft?Russell Adler, english is not native language of author

🎵 nessen - can we stay like this forever?

Bell felt anxiety inside, which manifested itself as some kind of burning in the area of the ribs, somewhere between it. Like a lump devouring her, and it could not go away for a long time — ever since she and Adler became especially close. She knew that this could not continue, because they were both CIA agents, and what usually happens in such cases? One of them would obviously be written off as unnecessary, if not both, because they had chosen to break these rules together. But Adler was the first to break them when he decided to leave Bell alive on that very rock on Solovetsky. But she just wanted to live, and he contributed to this, finding his own benefit. Bell was so worried that it simply pulled her out of a sleep that seemed eternal. She often dreamed about something, something from the past — her family, her grandmother, the time spent at the academy and those few shots Arash had fired right at her on the runway in Trabzon. Can't forget such things. Especially after the MK-Ultra cleanse, when the memories of the past life of a certain Ekaterina Burova gradually returned to her consciousness. She remembered everything as if it were yesterday. A heavy sigh followed after Bell blinked several times, as if she couldn't believe that she had managed to wake up. She felt a slight cold right on her shoulders and it sobered her up, finally bringing her out of her sleepy state. The blanket rustled, Bell sat up and turned her head — Adler was not in bed, but he was still here — leisurely smoking a cigarette, having opened the door to their shared terrace. He often did this, because he was haunted by his own nightmares. And it was not the first time Bell had found him like this. Pensive, taking a drag on another cigarette, lit only to try to drown out everything that was scratching at her from within. But she, like Adler, knew that this was forever. With both of them. And all that was left was to learn to live with it. Bell carefully got out of bed and the springs creaked, but this did not attract the man's attention at all. It was as if he was somewhere far away, in his thoughts, trying to figure out what was happening and analyze everything that was happening between him and the woman he wanted to take her life a few years ago. Everything was different now. But he could not have imagined that everything would be exactly like this. Bell grabbed Adler's sweater, which was lying on the edge of the bed, and quickly pulled it on. She had never liked the morning cold, and she preferred to surround herself with warmth. Only her touch on his hand brought Adler out of the abyss of thoughts. — How are you? — Bell asked almost in a whisper. After another drag, he answered:

— Good. — She knows it's not true, but he won't admit it. Bell understands everything, but doesn't want to pry him with questions, especially now. Adler looks at her out of the corner of his eye and notices confusion and that same anxiety on the woman's face. She bites her lips, her gaze darts slightly, she wants to say something, but can't. Over the years, he has studied her inside and out, her behavior, facial expressions and gestures, and now he reads her like a book. He knows what needs to be done. At least now. Bell is standing so close that Adler can put his hand on her shoulder. And he does it, pulling the woman towards him, it was easy, because she reached out on her own. With a movement of his hands, he turned her back to him, and the pleasant fabric of the sweater touched his body. The man felt Bell tremble — either from that same anxiety written on her face, or from the morning cold, which (even though she was wearing a sweater) hit her bare legs. He knew for sure that it was the first one.

Internal trembling prevented Bell from thinking clearly and daytime thoughts returned to her head — what will happen next and how far will it all go?

Only a strong drag helped to drown out these thoughts for a very short time — Adler carefully offered her a cigarette, which he had been smoking for a short time and Bell accepted it with pleasure. She exhaled acrid smoke and leaned her head back on his shoulder, closing her eyes. Only for a moment, but she felt how the trembling and anxiety retreated, especially when Adler hugged her with a strong arm. When he is near, when he can just hug her for no reason, when they smoke and share it with each other, when he easily smiles at her — each such moment, calming Bell, she values the most.

— I want this moment to last forever. — Bell says again in a half-whisper. Adler slowly kisses her temple. — Me too, sweetheart. — He understands perfectly what she is talking about. Because he feels the same.

At least for a moment.

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SOOOOOOO I'm so happy i finished this and can share with y'all!! My renders was heavily inspired by the movie Havana (1990) with Robert Redford and especially inspired by this frame! 🧡🧡🧡