Anyone want the cut ending of Liminal?
you do?
Major TW- lots of gore (very detailed), sharp teeth, lots of dying, and bad words
You look up to Spring. He stares back. His jaw is unhinged and it shows off his razor-sharp teeth. Cotton and blood drip from them, black ichor as well.
You feel yourself shake. Your chest is tight and your sight is blurring as tears threaten to fall.
All this work.
You look to your side, Sun's bloodied corpse lays still, tossed carelessly. A tear rolls down your face at the sight. You blame yourself. You couldn't save him. You couldn't if you tried. Even so. You didn't even try.
You grab your chest, bunching the fabric of your shirt in your hand. More tears roll, falling into the puddles that surround you.
You hear steps from behind you. But you can't look. you can't do anything but sob. You never could do anything. No matter what you did, you could never do it right. You always fuck it up.
you feel a clawed hand hook onto your shirt, slicing your skin in the process. It drags you towards Spring. Your limbs drag across the floor, scrapping your skin till the bleed and leave little red lines across the floor.
You feel like screaming. You feel like flailing around till the grip on your back loosens or tears you out. But you don't. You don't know why, you don't know when, but you've given up.
You wonder how Avery is. Is she looking for you? At this point, she'd probably given up. Just like you have. It's probably less painful for her. At least physically.
You're glad it's finally ending.
But all this work. For nothing?
You feel yourself being tossed forward, hitting something hard that bruises your back. Everything thing stings and burns. Your cuts feel almost as fresh as when they were first sliced. Even your old cuts burn and ache.
You hear words above you, the voices of Moon and Spring. Spring's voice is deeper and boomier than when you first met him. Moon sounds so angry. You can tell he blames you. You deserve it. You should've helped Sun. He's helped you so much. But when he needed saving, you gave up. You froze, letting him get stabbed and beaten. You deserve a fate as painful as this.
2 hands that are far bigger than humanly possible flip you over onto your back. You see bright red eyes glow from above you. You can barely make out the faces of Spring and Moon through the fat tears that continuesly fall.
You feel a sharp finger trace along your body. Starting from your hairline to your ankle, then back up again. The sharp point stops at your heart. With the slightest amount of pressure, it cuts your skin. You feel more warm, wet blood stain your shirt.
You see Spring's face inches towards your chest, where the burning cut above your heart bleeds. You feel his teeth graze over your chest. You curl yourself inwards, but large hands stop you.
This is your fate.
You finally accept it was painfully sharp teeth crush your body. You don't feel it when they reach your heart. The sudden intense pain was enough to let you pass quickly.
fuck.
Avery'll never know why you left her.
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this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au
Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.
By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.
Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.
Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.
It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.
Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.
He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.
Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.
It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.
Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.
He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.
The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.
They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.
"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"
When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.
By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.
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