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death-in-shift · 1 year ago
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Nyctophobia - Short Story
A/N: I've been procrastinating on this short story for months and now I'm finally writing it. I also couldn't think of how the story should go until I thought of writing prompts and ideas. Like I mean I was picking at my own brain. But anyways, please enjoy!
“Get back here, you poor excuse of an angel!” The Queen, Angelina, yelled at her son as she chased him down the halls of the manor.
“I’m sick of you! I have done everything for you and Celeste but you guys are so ungrateful!”
Omarion felt like he was going to drop. His legs felt like jelly and he was out of breath; but he can’t stop running now. He didn’t want to go back into the dark closet again. Worse case, in a room with no source of light. For every mistake he’s made, he gets sent in there. There were times he was forced into the room or closet even if he didn’t do anything.
Looking behind him was a mistake…
He saw one of Angelina’s true angel forms, like the ones that would be seen in the final boss fights of a video game.
The poor angel tripped and curled up. Fear coursed through him faster than the adrenaline, his heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.
Angelina stalked towards Omarion, stretching her long arms towards him, soon dragging him into a dark abyss. He kicked and screamed with all his might until he completely submerged into the darkness.
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Omarion woke up while covered in sweat. His breathing was quick and he patted himself frantically, checking to see if it was all a dream… Well, nightmare. Once he realized he was in his new home, his mind was put at ease.
‘Fuck… That was too real.’ He thought to himself as he pushed the covers off. ‘I really thought I was back in that manor.’
The demonic bee floated into the kitchen to pour himself a cold glass of water. His mind was still distracted by the nightmare he had. It still baffled him that he and his twin were finally free; that they were both living off-grid and starting a new chapter of their life. Luckily, the rest of their siblings, father, and step-mother only know where the twins are now. If only they were treated with unconditional love and respect, this all wouldn’t happen.
A stream of cold water hit his feet, making him snap out of his thoughts. The feeling of wet socks is a cringe worthy yet a disgusting feeling that’s worse than a shower curtain sticking onto the skin. Omarion mentally scolded himself as he grabbed some napkins to clean up.
After he was finished, he took the glass water and floated around the underground place. As much as he wanted to not think of the painful memories, he couldn’t help his mind wandering off into them. He remembered the little orbs of memories Jae recently unpacked within the extra room. They called it the Salle De Mémoire. The demon eyed the direction of the house, contemplating on going in. On one hand, he wasn’t restricted from going in there. On the other, it’s a risk for him since he’s still spooked. But after a careful thought, he shrugged off and flew in.
Maybe exposing himself to the memories may completely numb him from the nightmare.
Omarion made his way to the first orb on the very left side. It held memories of both twins when they were young angels. They seemed happy, carefree, and even full of life. He smiled at the times he saw himself and Jae giggle, floating around the lively yard within the manor.
‘Maia was there.. She was having fun too..’
He felt a small tug in his heart. Watching his big sister having fun yet constantly reminding the twins to be careful made him miss her dearly. He was always told to be careful of himself and others. 
He moved onto the next orb, seeing the memories of when he lived with his father. The demonic father was known to be cold yet calculating. No, he was not a murderer, but he was definitely not the one to mess with. Once he got back with his ex-wife, all of the Michaelis siblings were happy. It was those ‘right person, wrong time’ moments. The father may not be an empathetic or emotional demon but he still held a special place in his heart for his wife and children. The family would spend time together, living happily as their authentic selves, and being there for one another. 
This is something both of the wanted; to be loved unconditionally.
‘Dad was always a cold demon. He had a cold heart, but he still kept it warm for us, even for his new wife. I wish Jae and I can see him again..’
While Omarion was distracted by the memory orbs, Jae appeared in the room, hanging upside down from their web. Their eyes turned orange as they observed their older twin’s body language and emotional state. The twin telepathy they possessed brought the same emotions Omarion felt except they were able to tolerate it.
“Why are you up so late?”
“AAHHH-!” The older twin became startled, he then faced the younger twin. He placed a hand over his heart and proceeded to answer. “I had a nightmare.”
“About what?”
“About the manor... It felt so real I thought I was brought back there. I mean- I know they can’t find us right now but still!”
Jae slightly frowned. They crawled off of their web and approached him, carefully bringing him to his feet. They hesitantly wrapped him in a warm, comforting embrace, gently patting his back. The second Omarion was pulled into the embrace, he let his tears fall. He immediately hugged them a bit too tight and hid his face in their shoulder. The younger twin didn’t care about the tight hug or the tears staining their shirt, they cared more about his well-being.
A few minutes passed by and Jae was the first to pull away.
“You’ll be ok, believe me.” They weren’t sure how to offer comfort, but they did their best. “We escaped the family and that’s what matters. We have our own freedom now.”
Omarion looked at his twin with a teary-eyed look.
“But the bounties… I don’t want to lose you too…”
“That’s why I train with you every day. You changed into your demon form and I’m helping you discover your powers. I know I can be strict, but if you’re not better than me, then I failed you. You need to be able to defend yourself if I’m not there. But trust me, I will be there to help you, even if I die trying.”
The honey bee demon’s lip trembled, he wanted to speak but his words balled up in his throat. He gently leaned his head on Jae’s shoulder once more. 
Jae understood that he’s still suffering from the ongoing nightmares.. How restless their twin was. It started to affect him through his daily life. All they can do is to be there for him and help him overcome this stage.
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simplegenius042 · 11 months ago
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could i get some silva's hope pls?
Of course @sharkyboshaw!
Silva's Hope (or the Hope County Arc) is one of the main FC5 fics that is the pinnacle star of Far Cry The Silver Chronicles. It's my deputy Silva Omar's main story and (mostly) follows the events of the game up until certain points (things start to change like with her final hostile confrontation with John and when Joseph talks about his dead wife and child). This fic delves into Silva's past (the Archipelagoes, Elsa, Irene and their daughter, her father and his Congregation, Paul, his apostles, the massacre, so much more) and present (Hope County, the Resistance, the Ryes, Faith, her grief, so on), as well as her fight for the future, both her own and the county's. I've got this "thematic paralleling" going on between Silva's past and present, how it seems to be going down the same, when in actuality that's the illusion Silva is stuck in and just can't let go of. A lot of it is still under development, but with what I've written so far? I'm liking the direction its heading.
Silva's Hope tackles themes of dealing with loss, trying to find yourself again, a total deconstruction on the black-and-white moral view of the world, the importance of relationships (familial, platonic, and romantic) as well as the deception and hypocrisy that hides around every corner in both allies and enemies alike (or in this case how those two things are embodied in a single character and even a group... I'll give you a hint; it's not Joseph, nor is it Eden's Gate, but they certainly do play a part with those themes).
Silva struggles a lot... and not simply with her fight to just simply exist as she is in the face of ideals and occupations that either seek to ensure she doesn't or restrict her future to a set course. Externally and internally, from past and in present, Silva deals with demons. Which really sucks when she's putting the county's survival on top of her own shoulders, and her medication to suppress that trauma that's built up within her for years has run out and being constantly drenched in a hallucinogenic airborne drug that can project anything from a person's psyche if the local Bliss handlers aren't around to steady it sure doesn't help.
Case in point, the snippet of the closing act of an unnamed chapter below the cut:
[TW/CW: Inhalation of hallucinogenic drugs, arson, maybe attempted murder (of self?), swearing and mentions of war crimes]
With slow breathes, Silva awkwardly rolled around to face the destruction she caused.
Holding herself upright by anchoring her arms around her knees, she watched with stoned grey eyes as fire vacuumed in the green mist, consuming it like an endless fuel, dazzling with sparkles more than Gaius' clothing ever did. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that she needed to get away from, but she couldn't find the energy to do so.
A small portion of the populace in Montana needed her help, and here she was, watching a florist's conservatory crumble to the weight of itself to be consumed by flames that she had set alight.
Lindsey and Whitehorse would probably be pissed at her for destroying the laboratory, but Virgil had asked her to bring down the Bliss operations, however she pleased. She's sure this will earn at least a pleased laugh from Lader once the news reaches the woman.
Though beautiful in its own way, Silva thought she'd... feel more catharsis from burning this building down. Maybe she was just tired, but she felt disappointment that this wasn't as satisfying as seeing Zhan's Monastery burn and crumble over the cliff side.
The soft crunch of grass echoed from behind her, a mimic of the real thing she could guess, and with a heavy weight pushing against her mind, she could guess who it was behind her.
"I'm not apologizing Faith," Silva stated aloud, allowing her bluntness to carry clearly across, "You and I both knew this was an inevitability. So you can keep your holier-than-thou "these flowers bring hope" sentiment to yourself, cause I'm not in the mood for it."
No verbal answer came, only the silent treatment that Faith liked to frequently use when something displeased her.
For someone who proclaimed that Joseph freed her from herself, she certainly had a habit of keeping thoughts to herself. A difference I've noticed between Faith and Zhan... the bruja demoniaca was far more honest than the young woman she encountered now.
Silva opened her mouth to say something to Faith... but her words were lost as soon as she heard that chuckle from behind her.
A chuckle. Not a giggle, the childish, playful, frustrating, melodic giggle Faith let slip whenever she tried to bring down her guard, whenever she tried to get the deputy to open up, whenever Silva told a joke when she felt comfortable to do so. This wasn't the giggle she hated herself for finding to be nice and safe to be around.
This was a haunting chuckle that mocked her, a chuckle amongst the maniacal laughter which entrapped her within the night terrors that persisted almost every night when she could receive sleep. A chuckle, sophisticated and condescending, belonging to a young woman of high-class, shameless in her heinous immorality, an apathetic warmongering merchant who specialized in chemical warfare, producing nightmarish poisons and concoctions that resulted in the slow deaths of families and communities, horrifying the likes of Kamski to the point the older man couldn't bare the idea of facing her.
A chuckle that should never even be able to uttered again, not amongst the living. The chuckle that belong to the Apostles' proclaimed "Herald of Death"; Zhan Tiri, the only woman she would call a bastarda despite how little it emphasized the amount of blood that stained the woman's hands underneath the dark gloves.
"Such foul words Silva. And here I thought you appreciated my honesty," the wicked viper chastised from behind, giving a demeaning tsk, "You should wash out the filth in that mouth of yours with some soap... the toxins would certainly be doing you a favor."
Exhaustion forgotten, nausea forgotten, bruises forgotten as coherent thought froze and her body took action instead. Grabbing the pistol from her holster, Silva did not care for how many bullets were in the chamber, for whatever number would be good enough for her, as long as she got a good shot, like last time. But last time was with her last bullet, for the illusions wasted most of the lead.
The deputy aimed, grip shaking as she stared at the small woman, still donning her black dress, gloves and heels. A beaded head strap rested on her forehead, a purple gem in the middle. Her faded dark hair was still braided in twin buns, her face holding dark circles belonging to a chronic insomniac who voluntarily overworked herself, the smirk highlighting the black lipstick she wore. Her purple eyes still held the same hunger, the same arrogance she had until Silva put a bullet between her eyes.
Silva's wide eyes refused to blink, for even a moment to lose sight of the mistress of toxins could end in her retching up her own blood if she wasn't careful.
"You're... no, you're dead," Silva uttered, shaking her head as she took a step back from the woman who was only a head shorter than her, "I fucking killed you!"
Zhan Tiri's eyes widened her mouth agape as she feigned a gasp, gloved hand to her mouth, "Did you now?"
Zhan Tiri lips pursed and her brows furrowed as she began examining herself, hands patting down on her body and then tracing her forehead for the hole that Silva knew she fire her last bullet through.
Finding nothing, Zhan Tiri looked to Silva and gave a mocking shrug. her grin showing the fangs disguised as teeth.
"Are you so certain about that?" Zhan grinned, showing the fangs disguised as teeth.
Silva tried to control her breathing, body protesting as she remained standing, focusing her aim towards Zhan's forhead again.
Zhan Tiri took a small step closer, the vindictive grin on her face never disappearing, "Surely you have more to say to me than this? After all, Paul did say we were fami-"
Silva fired her pistol. She heard the bang. She saw the projectile hit the target.
But no body fell. No body laid on the grass at all. In fact, Zhan Tiri disappeared in a puff of green mist, unlike the grey of her Torment.
Silva glanced around for the bruja, turning to the foliage, to the road, to the burning conservatory and the Angels that laid unmoving, then back to the spot Zhan was in, only to be face to face with the woman.
Silva couldn't act fast enough before Zhan burst in a cloud of Bliss as she pushed the deputy. The push wasn't physical, so Silva wasn't effected.
However, she could not stop herself from tripping on herself when the Bliss clouded her vision, coughing as she slipped and stumbled, tumbling down the short slope til she was closer to what was one Jessop Conservatory, the surviving green mist worming its way to leech off the deputy.
Silva pushed herself up, catching sight of the deceased Apostle who stood with a haughty posture.
Silva eyed the short woman, catching breathes of Bliss as she panted, and defiantly said, "You're not real."
Zhan hummed inquisitively, "Perhaps. But I'm real enough for you, sister."
"Cut the shit, you never cared for his spiel on "family", not in life and certainly in death... you only endured it for the resources he could provide," Silva countered, one hand on her pistol, other hand reaching for her dagger.
"In some ways you are right," Zhan Tiri concured, "But in other ways... well, I guess we'll never know."
The herald looked to the Bliss spilled about, the flames ever consuming the drug, and rested her gaze on the Angels behind Silva.
"But this surely is quite the scene you've made. And what a waste for this... "Faith" girl of yours," Zhan said with a faux pout, "All that time and effort set back who knows how long. On the bright side though, her talents lives on, if only wasted for that prophet. I think I'd be a far more better mentor, wouldn't you agree?"
Silva gripped the handle of her dagger as she pulled it out, the Bliss tied around her wrist.
In her peripheral, she thought she saw movement with one of the Angel's bodied, but ignored it in favor of keeping her eyes on Zhan.
"Get out," Silva drew her dagger to sit alongside her pistol as she gritted out with venom, "Of my fucking head!"
The surrounded bodies of Angels started convulsing, muffled groaning and screaming coming from behind their masks, catching Silva's attention. Zhan Tiri smirked.
"If you can fight for it."
Silva counted the Angels rising up from the ground, the ones she swore she took out with her rifle not moments ago. Shit, SHIT, why couldn't have the explosion consumed them too?!
"This has been such a pleasant welcome back for me, Silva," Zhan told the deputy, Bliss circling around the deceased herald's heels, raising her like she was on a colossal podium, "But now?"
Silva raised a gun at the towering Zhan, the Angels standing at their full heights around the Deputy. Glancing about, aiming her weapons in defence, Silva could count three unarmed while four held an assortment of tools like rakes, shovels, pipes and a burnt picket from a broken fence.
"Shall we pick up..."
Silva noticed how a mist of Bliss started rising up and grow in size around them, closing off the sights of the conservatory and the surrounding foliage.
Turning back to her old foe, one of the leading heralds of the former Apostles alongside Paul and his other "children", now held twin balls of Bliss, and was on a higher vantage point that looked like it could move. With a grin wide with shameless maliciousness and directed at Silva, the deputy was starting to wish she was confronting Faith now.
"...where we left off?"
Despite how much her body ached, Silva couldn't back down from this, despite how much she was going to hate it. Whether this was the Bliss, her psyche, or through whatever impossible means, real... she only had one thought to encapsulate how she felt in the moment before the Angels made their first move.
Fuck my life.
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writingsweetroll · 4 years ago
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A Fight - 5
TW: mentions of sexual assault {very small mention}
"Guys I'm gonna go..." I say as I get up and grab my bowl of soup. "You ok?" Carson asked, I reply "Yea, yea I'm fine." I left their table and grab another bowl. I make my way to the watch tower.
AJ sat there, sharpening his makeshift knife, he looked lost in deep thought.  "Hey AJ." He turned to me and replied with a "What are you doing here Willow?" I sat next to him and handed him a bowl. At first he declined, but then took it. I had always knew he loved Omar's food so it wasn't hard to convince him to eat. As we ate in comfortable silence, a growing question formed into my head. "AJ?" He looked to me with a curious glance. I bit my lip, but then said "Are you mad at us?" AJ widened his eyes and put his almost empty bowl of soup down. "What? Willow where did you get that idea?" AJ and I had always been very close, so sharing our feelings wasn't a problem but now it just feels different. Something was off. "I don't know its just, you have been avoiding us more lately, and you seem more defensive then usual." I sighed before what I was about to say, not knowing if it can go wrong or not. "Are jealous that I got more stuff then you when you were little?" AJ thankfully didn't take offense to what I had said, instead he leaned against the watch towers edge and looked into the nights sky with wonder. I leaned with him awaiting a response.
"Willow, you don't know the real world like I do. Last month, I had visited Richmond, trying to be a 'kid', I went to Richmond regularly to play baseball with Javier and Gabe." AJ then tapped his finger anxiously against the wall of the watchtower. "What's wrong AJ?" I asked with concern. "While I was there, I seen this women being harassed by a large group of men, Javier quickly broke up the situation. Apparently she was being told to strip down, for you know why." AJ then lifted his head up, trying to stop the tears from coming out. "As Javier had work to do, and Gabe being Gabe asked me to kick them out for him, I got so mad because, well. I thought what if that was you, or Clem or Maria or any girl here? What if no one had seen that women, what if that was one of you and no one had seen?" I tried to comfort AJ as best as I could as his voice broke down. He then started to cry. "I took those men outside, and killed them. Shot them down just like--just like Lilly-" At this point he was having a breakdown. I had to conceal my shock as best as I could, he killed, just like that, and so inhumanly. I slowly reached out to him, and tried to hug him. Although AJ was tough, and was certainly a big dude, (due to years of working out and just being tall), he was a big softy. He accepted my hug and cried into my arms. "I'm really sorry AJ." After a few minutes, he collected himself. "The world isn't getting better Willow, I really thought it was. Then this person murdered that innocent caravan group, I'm afraid Willow. I don't want another war...I don't want to become the old me." I nodded and agreed to him. Still hugging him I patted his back and rubbed circles around it. "Hey...what do we do when fear takes over?" AJ widened his eyes at me mimicking Clem's teachings, he smiled and got out of my arms. He wiped his eyes and said "We..give a big fuck you to fear.. or something like that." We both laugh in unison.
"Glad to see you two hanging out again." AJ and I, both startled look down to see Louis. "Oh uh sorry I'll open the gate dad." I then got out of the watch tower to open the gate. I run up to him and hug him, just like when I was little. Talking to AJ really made me mushy about family. "Someone's in a good mood." he chuckled as he hugged back. I know he's joking but, I could hear his heart racing when I hugged him. It made me smile knowing how fortunate I was to have a dad that loved me this much.  He looked over to the tables with curiosity, "Where's Clementine sweet pea?" -- "Oh she's working in the office. She's really stressed about the caravan group. She thinks it's Iris but I'm gonna prove it to her that's it's not, cause I know her dad, I really do...?" I respond, but the more I talked the angrier and confused my dad looked. "You good Lou?" AJ asked. Even AJ was concerned. "Yea...go finish dinner." And with that he left to the admin building. AJ and I looked at each other, both having the stupid idea of sneaking around.
Shortly after Louis entered the building, AJ and I followed behind. He entered the office and we pressed our ears against the door. The start of the conversation wasn't friendly.
"Clem what the fuck." AJ and I looked at each other with shock, no one had heard him with this tone before. "What?" she asked with a confused tone. "You told Willow?! After I specifically asked you not to?! And last I checked you fucking agreed!" It got quiet for a moment. We heard a shift of movement. "Look I'm sorry Lou-" Louis started to laugh angrily. "Sorry? Don't fucking tell me that. Tell our daughter who you most likely will have traumatized for the rest of your life when she finds out, the person she looks up to is a horrible person." Clementine scoffed, "How would even know that this is what's gonna traumatize-" Louis cut her off with a yell, "Because you did the same traumatizing shit to me damnit!" The room went silent again. Louis broke it speaking again. " Every day,  every damn day I remember the look on his face. The look on his face when AJ shot him." My eye's grew wide at AJ. He shot someone here? Who? When? AJ looked heartbroken at his words. My thoughts were cut off by Louis again. "He shot him because of what you taught him. He was murdered the same day I found out all that shit about him. You don't think finding out that my bestfriend, a brother to me, did all this shit wasn't gonna give me enough trauma? Yea well, lets just kill him off, with no warning. I didn't even get to ask him, why? I didn't have any closure. It happened way to fast Clem." Louis then took a deep breath. "That's the last trauma I want Willow to go through. She likes Iris, a lot. It's gonna kill her if she has to be-friend her, with the intention of proving her innocent to only find out she might have to be executed for murdering an entire caravan group.  I don't want her involved. Not now. You should have let us deal with it, so when we found out we could explain it to her and then wait a couple days or so for trial." The room was silent besides a few shuffles here and there until Clementine spoke. Her voice became raspy yet strong, "Sounds like that was something you needed to get off your chest huh? If that's how you really felt about Marlon's situation, you should have told me that before we even got together Louis." --"What does that mean?" Louis asked. "You told me that you didn't blame me for that situation, that you didn't blame AJ, yet here you are explaining to me that we fucked up your life." --"No, no that's not what I'm saying Clementine. I didn't mean it like that all." I then heard more shuffling, louder shuffling then before. "Don't touch me." Clementine spoke, her voice was stern and cold.  I then heard footsteps leading up to the door AJ and I were against. AJ then grabbed my arm and led me quickly downstairs before she opened the door.
What the hell just happened?
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