#madeline godrick

[rhithefella]

🎯 A disaster of human nature. ☔️

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[cat0901h3]

Cabin Tales 2.6

Black Monday

Who do you think is listening to you?

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[rhithefella-sillytimes]

Lovely couple <3

[angelic-writer]

"Hey, hey... stay with me. Please...", The woman pleaded, holding her partner as he bled onto the pavement.

All around them were... chaos. People screaming to call 911, the authorities catching the businessman with the smoking gun.

The bleeding man reaches up to her, gently patting her cheek and smudging his blood all over her. But she didn't care. She just sat there, sobbing and pleading for him to stay.

But within the chaos, someone approaches. She looked up at him, and she muttered to him.

"Th...this can't be it, right? I can't lose him... I knew this was going to happen, and I did everything to avoid this. I tried to stop it... so why..? Why..?"

The stranger knelt down in front of the couple, and Madeline muttered again.

"Please... I can't lose him..."

"Hey..." The man managed to say before he coughed. "I-It's gonna be fine. I-I'll be... alright... Nothing a little stitching can't fix..." Despite his words, blood continued to pour out of his abdomen, staining his newly pressed business suit.

"10-53. Gonna need an EMT, stat!"

"Don't worry. He's gonna be alright. I'll make sure of it." The man said.

"How...?" She whispered. "I tried to stop him, but he was... too fast..."

The man looked at Matthew who was growing more pale by the minute. He grasped his hand and said "Listen to me. I need you to stay with me. An ambulance is on its way to get you."

"Who...? Who are..." Matthew's eyes began to flutter.

"Shh... You're gonna be okay. Just breathe with me, okay? Stay with me now." Madeline said, taking deep breaths.

Matthew tried his absolute best to copy his wife's movements, but his chest spasmed as blood trickled down his chin. She pressed her hands on his stomach, trying to staunch the flow of blood while trying to calm her racing heart. Through the crowd, she could hear the cops saying something.

"Williams, come take a look at this."

"This guy got ID?"

"Do you know who this guy is?"

"No. Should I?"

"It's Declan Vera. The guy from the Global News. He is the Global News? He's the fucking founder!"

"Holy fucking shit. The millionaire?"

Maddie couldn't parse what Declan said, but it must've infuriated the cop because she heard him slam his fist against the door. "Shut the fuck up! You're gonna be fucking Richie Rich down at the station, you fuck!"

She couldn't stop shaking. She couldn't get her mind off of that dream she had where her husband was... She confronted him and...

Someone put their hand on her shoulder. She looked and saw a young woman in her mid twenties with long, black hair tied into a high ponytail. "Ma'am, we've got it from here. Step back."

"But..." She looked back to Matthew.

"It's okay. We got him."

With a shaky sigh, she hesitantly stepped back, allowing the medics to take over.

"Okay, we've gotta move fast. He's rapidly losing blood!"

"BP 60/40. Let's move, now!"

They swiftly got him on a stretcher and wheeled him to the ambulance.

"Wait! Can I come with?"

The woman nodded. "You can, but you have to stay back. Let us work."

With that, Madeline climbed into the ambulance, the man following suit.

She sat back as the medics scrambled to stabilize him. They tore off his bloody clothes, hooked him up on oxygen, different types of machines and tried their best to stop the bleeding. Madeline's head was swimming. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Everything that was said by the medics was entirely muffled.

"Heart rate's nearing tachycardia! Blood pressure's dropping!"

"Sir, can you hear me? We're gonna get you to the hospital and fix you up. You just gotta stay with us."

"Mmm...." Matthew caught his wife sitting at the back of the ambulance, clasping her hands tightly. "Mads..."

"Matt! Hey..." She wanted to be next to him. She wanted to hold his hand so badly, but she needs to give them space. She had to let them help him.

He gave her a small smile. It was the kind of smile he always gave her when he sees her every morning. "Live on for our kids... Okay...?" With that, his eyes slipped closed. The heart monitor began screeching an alarm.

"Shit! He's coding!"

No... No no no no no...

Her whole world had begun to crumble around her. He can't be... This can't be the end, right...? She can't go through that again...

One of the medics immediately started compressions. "C'mon, kid, stay with us! Don't die, please!"

The man floated over to the now lifeless Matthew on the gurney and grasped his shoulder. "Come on, kid. You're stronger than this. You gotta hold on for your wife. For your kids."

The medics continued to try and revive Matthew as the ambulance sped down to the hospital.

[angel-of-whump]

Mr. Godrick collapsed on his knees with a thud. He hissed and cried out in pain, as he felt his insides spill.

Today was the day he could finally prove that what was going on with him weren't just caused by just a lack of sleep. The sights, the dreadful sounds he's been hearing, the exhaustion... they weren't caused by mere sleeplessness.

He really wished that were the case, though. It was far better than this.

One of his hands shakily clutch at a pocket knife that was now coated with his blood, while another hand was desperately trying to hold his body together. All around him was blood... and some other things.

He couldn't put any words to what he was seeing on the ground. They looked to be... leeches? Or at least, that's what they looked close too.

He tries to stand up, only to fall back down as he slips, falling on his face.

The noise from the fall seemed to catch attention, as he could hear fast footsteps. He could only watch as the door swung open.

Moments later, he can hear a gasp.

Through his blurring vision, he could see his wife Madeline at the door, covering her mouth at the sight. 'No Maddie...' He thought. 'Please don't look...'

She started to run over to him, but stopped and screamed when she saw the slithering creature coming towards her. She stumbled, trying to grab at something to kill it. Matthew wanted to get up, to get the thing away from her, but his limbs were like lead. It was hard for him to move. The pain had slowly faded, but his body was becoming cold as a result. Everything is... going dark.

The last thing he saw before his vision faded was Madeline trying to get away from a creature that was unknown to mankind.

[angelic-writer]

Matt and Maddie Godrick - "A Eulogy Uninterrupted"

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a kind and compassionate soul."

Madeline caught a few people murmuring in the crowd. "Yeah, sure. Kind and compassionate." She gripped the skirt of her black dress. Why did this have to happen? At her husband's funeral, of all days.

"The last few days of planning this service were... turbulent, but in the end, through the power of the Lord, Matthew Godrick will now be laid to rest."

The murmuring only got louder. "I hope God judges him for how much of a bastard he was."

"Silence! Speaking this way during the service is disrespectful!" The priest boomed. "If any one of you say one more word-"

"This piece of shit should burn in hell for wishing death to children! To animals! For being the spawn of Satan!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" He slammed his fist on the podium, making Maddie jump. "All of you, leave! You clearly have no respect for this man! Voice your complaints later!"

The vicars, priests and ministers grabbed the people that were becoming unruly and dragged them out the door. When one of them passed Madeline, he spat in her face. "May God forgive you for marrying such a wicked man!"

Soon enough, the church was empty, save for Madeline who still sat in her seat. She blinked her eyes, trying to hold back tears. That bastard Declan... He did this. He turned the entire city, no, the entire world against him. An innocent man who had done nothing wrong.

The priest ran his hand through his long curls. "I swear, not even a week of this "truthful news" getting out and they're treating this kid like he's fucking Hitler." He clamped his mouth shut. "Crap, I shouldn't say this in the house of God." He caught Madeline sitting alone and went over to her. "Hey... You doing okay?"

She sniffled. "I-I don't know... I'm still trying to figure out what the hell happened. He looked so happy on his way to work. We were planning dinner." She rubbed her stomach. "I was gonna surprise him..."

He put his hand on her shoulder. "I know... I know. I have no doubt this is very hard on you. With the media frenzy and people willing to believe Fox News over you..." He sighed. "Well, I guess it's just you now. You can go over and say your goodbyes whenever you're ready. You can stay as long as you want."

Madeline nodded and slowly got up. Smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress, she went to the coffin that had her husband in it. The man who she loved so much...

She closed her eyes. "Matt... I-I don't know if you can hear me, but... I just want to say... Thank you for being there for me. In my brightest days and my darkest nights, you were always there to make me happy. You never hesitated to help people in need. You even visited your sick cousin in the hospital when you had an important business meeting you had to call off. That's something only really good people do."

The priest nodded, smiling softly.

"When I first met you in high school, I thought you would be like any other guy I dated. But you surpassed them by miles. You made me laugh, smile, you took me out to places I liked... We even won prom king and queen. You made high school worth it for me. Heck, I still have the stuffed cow you won for me at the fair. I think I still have it in the attic of our old house. I wish I could've gotten it..." She sniffled. "Throughout college and even job hunting, you were always by my side. I don't regret marrying you, Matthew... And I certainly don't regret being with you one last time."

She laid the flowers down, finally letting her tears fall.

"I promise you, Mattie... I will live on for you. I will get revenge on that bastard for what he did to you." She laid her hand on her stomach once more. "For our little one."

The priest's breath hitched, then he sniffled, wiping his tears with his sleeve. This woman had gone through so much. To hear that her husband was shot down in plain daylight... If there was anything more he could do for her, he would gladly do so.

Sadly, he can't bring back the dead. He can only be there to comfort the loved ones, to help ease their pain for a little bit. He opened the Bible, flipping to a verse he had recited many times before. "In your hands, O'Lord..."