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That's that shit eating grin that practically screams "Harder! HARDER!" except the homoerotic subtext is a tripwire they're crash landing through
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Telvan Tale: Whale of a Time
Hereās the first Telvan Tale! (More information can be found here) Itās probably one of the most horrific ones Iāll write so viewer discretion is advised. Itās heavily inspired by a mix of myths around Alcatraz and typical slasher story tropes. Instead of writing of a retelling of the urban legend, I instead chose to write the truth that no one knows.Ā
Content Rating: Mature
Content Warnings (send me an ask if you think of a tag that should be added): Graphic violence, blood & gore, murder, forced captivity,Ā cannibalism, death, extensive body horror, war (mentioned), memory loss
Word Count: 2374
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āThe best time in my life was when I went to Kromhold.ā
āWell golly, that makes me feel great to hear but you donāt look like you're having a whale of a time.ā I laugh heartily. Not much I can do for him besides try to lighten the mood.Ā
āI mean before all the barbed wire and concrete.ā He takes his head out of his hands and looks off to the window. I know that look, I invented it. It isn't focused on whatās here or whatās to come, is to look back on what was. He didnāt need to say much past that. Heās told me plenty about him and where we are. His tone is genuine and his gaze is forlorn enough that I canāt help but feel pity for him.Ā
My friend here talks about Kromhold when it was under a different name. I remember those days but not as clearly as him. This was back when it was a castle open to all instead of a fortress designed to contain and isolate. One could enter for a pittance and in exchange be given a memory worth a lifetime. Decadent foodstuffs lined every street. A friend lurking behind every corner. Every poster, every coat of paint, every leaf was prim and proper. Iās were dotted and Tās were crossed. It was wonderfully, perfectly, saccharine. All thanks to an anonymous benefactor, Bellanaya was able to stay open for years, ensuring at least three generations had seen its glistening walls. That was the past, and all thatās left now is a bitter aftertaste.
āWhat was your favorite part? Mine was the whale watching. I could catch up with the whole family from right on the beach.ā Another jest, but what could I do, tell the truth?
āThe teacups.ā He nodded, as if to agree with himself. āDefinitely the teacups.ā
āYou always striked me as a coffee person.ā
āNo, no,ā waving his arms like heās swatting away my witty retort. āThe ride. Never could handle most of the others, even the bumper cars would tumble my stomach around like a washing machine. I threw up plenty of times on the trip here. ā He looks out the window and locks eyes with the sky.
Even in the past he wasnāt worth his salt it seems. Itās fair I suppose, the only thing he has to hang onto is me after all. Even his skin looks ready to leave him. Dry and gray, it clung to his bones shivering with shallow, dissonant breaths. He had to look better than this at some point, if heād been here back in the heyday. The cars were taken out around the 14th year of business. Another 11 before we had to close up shop. Back then his name wouldnāt have mattered, only how much he was willing to spend. They needed it more than he would. But just like everything else, discounts and promotions wouldnāt help what was to come.
He takes a break from his staring match and sighs. āHowād this happen? You were here from when the park was still a park, werenāt you? What happened?āĀ
I let loose a giggle. Unintentional and all it does is serve to unnerve him. Weāve had this conversation so many times I canāt help but laugh at the absurdity of this situation. Despite all the trust Iāve cultivated with him, he has troubling matching eyes with me. Granted, all he can do is look down at me from this position. āYou arenāt from around here are you? From the south I bet, beyond the sea and all?ā He doesnāt need to answer yes, heās already talked about the plains where he lived enough for me to guess with certainty. I continue, āThe same thing happened to this place that happened everywhere. Money was the only thing keeping us in business. Memories stopped being made and started being sold. Then the war hit the mainland. We were ready to shut down and leave, but that wasnāt an option with the flames licking away at the island. So we stayed. When all was said and done, the Sangreguila came and forced us to stay open. As you can see, the objective was still to give our visitors memories they wouldnāt be able to forget. This time they couldnāt leave.āĀ
He curls up into a ball at the foot of his cot. āZastĆ¼d didnāt help.ā He couldnāt help but shudder and sniffle after uttering those words. For some it was a victory the likes of which no one had seen, and for others it was a loss felt around the world. He fell into the later camp it seems. A shame.
āWiping a city off the map didnāt do much for international relationships. Not to mention ZastĆ¼d was a technological marvel. It was even worse that they couldnāt find out who did it. After everyone was done pointing fingers, they picked a couple patsies to throw in here and tossed the key in the ocean. They wanted to make a place for just the absolute worst society had to offer. People who wanted the world to burn and chose to do so with their own hands. Just like you.ā Those words hurt him, but I know he couldnāt redirect his anger at me. Iād been his only friend since he arrived here in Kromhold.Ā
Gods, I hate that name. Cold and hard, so I guess it's at least truthful. Bellanaya was such a better name. Regardless, Kromhold did itās best to break him down but he refused. He was innocent, after all. When heād first arrived he was greeted with a fist to the mouth. Despite his absolutely rancid reputation and overpowering stature, he fell apart at the first sign of a conflict. Being given what was in essence a death sentence didnāt help his confidence either. Those who wanted fights found a whimpering dog. Those who wanted friends found a monster only held back by a tight leash. But then he found me.
Iāve been the only companion this poor boy has known. Iāve given myself the task of helping him throughout this trial. The only way I can is to help him remember. The good times, the bad times, the times in between, they all fade away with a nice rosy pink when you look back on them. It was my Mother who first told me about what I could do. She once had it herself but thought it better to give it to me. āPeople will always forget about you until they need you,ā she said. Iāve always hated that word. Forget. I still took the gift gratefully, it was my Motherās and to have anything from her was the greatest honor. Even now, that gift is the only thing I have of value. Itās all the boy has needed fortunately. As long as I flash a smile or say some outdated slogan he stays sated for the day. Itās a small price to pay for what heās done for me. He always forgets the next day or sometimes even right after Iām done speaking but Iāll always start talking to him the next time he asks.
āOh gawrsh, Iām sorry. I didnāt mean that. Best friends donāt hurt best friends right?ā I squirmed over and offered a āhandā.
Ā He looks up and wipes his face. He appears to mull it over but I know his answer. He takes my loose fibers in his claws and mutters, āFriends till the end.āĀ
I hate being in this position but itās the only way Iām still here. At least Iām not in the same situation as the other mascots. They usually āenforceā the rules around here along with the standard armed guards. One of the boys on my friendās block snapped and stabbed one, only to find out it was another prisoner. Warden made sure they stayed in character and kept silent, permanently. The rumor was the Warden wore the suits too, but no one had the fortitude to try and hunt him down after the first incident. The boy came to me that day, crying up a storm. Took ages to calm him down. When he could finally look me in the eye, I didnāt miss the gleam in his eye. It came from a deep, dark place that even he didnāt know he had. Perfect, I thought.Ā
Many a day and night has passed and that boy has turned into an old man. Heāll still be a boy to me, bright eyed and gentle, not wanting to hurt a fly. This place changed him. It made him rough and broken. This is one of the few days he can speak to me with clarity. Normally, he canāt help but keep looking out that window and hoping for something different. I think itās high time I gave that to him. This is not the first time Iāve said these words, but I believe it is the first time heāll hear them.Ā
āDo you remember your first day here? They needed five men to drag you in. All you could do was scream āIām innocentļæ½ļæ½ļæ½. That didnāt matter to them. Everyone in here could be innocent of their crimes but the guards donāt care. Still, they needed five to bring you in, and that wasnāt even with you trying, bud.āĀ
He looks wide-eyed. Confused, even. Enough to register what I said. Thatās all the proof I need to continue.Ā
āDo you remember the day you met me?ā He shakes his head. Words escape him and so does the memory. āI remember it like it was yesterday. I was just a scratch on the floor and a prayer sitting in between the walls. Forgotten. All I could do was sit, wait and listen. And then you came in. You wanted to never forget. Not Kromhold, but Bellanaya. It was pretty shoddy workmanship but you made a burlap sack into the spitting image of Wilfredo the Whale. You know, me! I scared you half to death the first time I talked but weāve been friends since then.ā
He grinned ear-to-ear. Revealing a row of sharpened, yellow teeth. Not fit for anything but meat. Ironic since all heās eaten for the past couple of years is gruel.
Ā āI remember.ā
āDo you want to go back?ā
āExcuse me?ā Heās a bit taken aback. Understandable but unwanted and unnecessary. All I need is a āyesā, not a āyes andā.Ā
āWhat would you do if I said I could take you back? To the days where you were free. No man could control you. If they tried, theyād learn why they shouldnāt. You are the only important person to me. I canāt let you rot in this cell.ā
āWhat do you mean you can take me back?ā There wasnāt disbelief in his voice, only contemplation. They love it when you play the hero. Thanks for teaching me that lesson, Lecuto. What a wonderful Sister.Ā
āI can give you back your body, silly. All you need is to put me on your head. Say the magic words, then watch as the magic happens.ā
He thought for a second. And then another second. He did not take a third. Years upon years of friendship does that. I waited initially, just to add a sense of suspense. Iād do my Mother wrong if I didnāt have a dramatic flair.Ā
āWhat are the magic words?ā There was a slight tremble to his voice. He didnāt believe something so incredulous despite my entire existence. Hilarious.
āThere arenāt any.ā
My body didnāt have much to offer as it was, so I could do little besides spread my fibers. A bit of resistance and they began to slink under the skin. All the natural pathways of his body were too easy to explore, invade, and conquer. He didnāt have much to offer in terms of a protest. Was it shock that Iād betray him so easily or was it a staunch belief that Iād help him?Ā
It mattered little in the face of what I was presented with. All the juicy goods heād amassed over the years sitting in front of me like a feast before a king. The first birthday he could remember was light and refreshing in a place like this. Benito, his childhood hound was next to go, rich and flavorful, like his surprisingly long life span. Almost fifteen years, that one. As delicious as they were, they were unimportant.Ā
Ah, here it is.Ā
His first kill. The rage. The bloodlust. The emptiness. The overwhelming fear. And finally, hunger.Ā
Heād never truly been strong, especially when it comes to impulse control. The other piece Iād needed came soon after, about five or so years. Countless bodies scoured those days but none were like the first. He became complacent and slow. He wanted to savor the meal rather than simply consume. When he was caught he had nothing but regret. He said plenty that meant nothing to the Sangreguila. It wasnāt his hands that made the first cut. He wasnāt there to bathe in blood, he merely slipped onto a scene and unsuccessfully tried to make himself scarce. That wasnāt flesh stuck between his teeth, he just so happened to rip into livestock with reckless abandon moments earlier.Ā
I could tell some didnāt deserve the pain Kromhold hadĀ inflicted upon them. My friend here was not one of those poor souls. I donāt think Iāll ever understand why they didnāt shoot him right then and there. Havenāt they heard the saying āa legend is made when someone hides the truth?āĀ
When I was done sifting through his head, I drained out all that wasnāt important. I didnāt require much magic to remold his shape back to those years. He still remembered them fondly somewhere deep down. Muscles atrophied by years of misuse and malnutrition now pulsed with power. Legs that trembled with each step stood straight. Teeth that reeked of disease and looked a putrid yellow instead became fierce, white fangs. A perfect weapon to be used by me. I couldn't have wished for a better present. Now only one thing was left.Ā To leave this prison behind with a trail of terror.Ā
No one will ever forget me again.
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That's that shit eating grin that practically screams "Harder! HARDER!" except the homoerotic subtext is a tripwire they're crash landing through
#that's that bratty sub grin#that's that power bottom grin#your honor the murderous gleam in his eye has captivated me#deadclaws#poolverine#logan howlett#wade wilson#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#deadpool#wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#let comic book characters fight as foreplay#let comic book characters WHO CAN REGENERATE/SELF HEAL fight as foreplay#god who coordinated this fight? was ryan one of them? was hugh one of them?#tell me hugh improvised that grin and needed the camera on him when he did it#tell me his competitive people pleasing theater kid ass refused to let ryan give all the fanservice
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