And One Will Come (1191 hits)
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Submitted by Circe <fickle_muse.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-06-25 08:23:59 EDT
She stood in the middle of a blood red pond, one tiny hand oustretched, smiling at him. He blinked, confused. There was snow on the ground, blindingly white against the deep crimson. Tiny ripples radiated from her small bare feet and stained the snow pink before receding. He was in his boxers, and he knew he should feel cold, feel the icy ground beneath him. But he felt.. nothing. The abscence of sensation was more than a little disconcerting.
He looked at the girl again. Such a small thing. Standing easily on the surface of the red (water it must be water it can't be blood that's insane) pond and smiling. He felt himself smile back, helpless not to. So cute, and sweet, ansd innocent in her pink dress; how could he not smile?
She stepped toward him. One small step, then another. The ripples raced before her to the shore, lapping at the snow, staining it ever darker. When she stood on solid ground, he knelt in front of her and took her hand.
"What are you doing out here? You must be - "
Her eyes, startlingly green, widened, and she screamed without looking away. The sound started high and piercing and he flinched back in surprise, falling on his back in the snow. She stood over him, and the scream changed its timbre from the high piercing yodel of a child; deepening, roughening, becoming a low throaty snarl. Her teeth had grown and her eyes flashed.
The sound stopped as abruptly as it had begun. She looked at him, always she looked at him, her eyes never left him. She slowly, lazily, hooked her nails into the skin of her forehead, tearing it away like a mask, to reveal -
"FUCK!" He sat up in bed, breathing hard, his heart pounding. He looked beside him instinctively but his wife still slept, the high pregnant bulge of her belly reassuring him of the waking world's normalcy. He felt the sheen of sweat on his skin as he lay back down. That damned dream, always the same. It was progressive, it seemed - every night he saw a little more, the story went a little further. He turned onto his side and rested his hand on his unborn child. Slowly, reluctantly, he slipped back into a troubled sleep.
The next day he could barely keep his eyes open. Over a month, now, these dreams had been coming to him. Every night for five weeks. He was starting to feel the effects of sleep deprivation and he was close to losing his job. Even his wife, normally unfailingly patient, had started to notice and comment sharply on his 'mood.' He looked at her tired, worried face, and hated himself a little for scaring her. But he couldn't explain it to her. "I've been dreaming about a wolf girl and a puddle of blood, you see. I sometimes hear her scream when I'm awake. Want pizza tonight?" No. God no. Best kept to himself.
Three weeks later he stood by the pond again, helpless not to smile, reaching for her hand when she approached him. This time, however - for the first time in the two months he'd been dreaming of her - the girl didn't scream.
She spoke. In a voice like two wolves fighting for blood, she snarled at him, "Let me come back."
He blinked. "Back.. where?"
"If you want me to leave you to your sleep, if you want me to leave your slumber unhaunted, let me return. I need to be reborn. I hate it here in the white and the red and the cold. Invite me. Say 'let it be so' and I can leave here and come back to the world."
He looked at her. Looked at those cold eyes and her sharp teeth and the dangerous poised quality of her stance. "What would you do, if you came back?"
She smiled. The sweet little curving of her lips looked obscene on that face. "I'll kill. I'll feed. I'll grow and I will terrify all that share my life. But your sleep will be dreamless."
"Why me? Why do I have to be the one?"
She shrugged and her eyes looked to the side of him. "I need permission from someone. You're as good as any. Blame it on luck, if you like."
He swallowed. He wanted to, so badly. He wanted to feel alive again, not go through the day like an automaton, hearing her screams and snarls in his head. But - "I can't.. I can't let you. I can't feel responsible for -"
She screamed. Her eyes, those shockingly green eyes, like springtime grass, never left his. Her expression never changed, but her fanged mouth was open on that high wailing shrieking mind shattering scream and who cared, fuck it, at least she'd leave him alone and the rest of the world wasn't his responsibility and oh fuck that SCREAMING, echoing in his head, and he fell to his knees and clapped his hands over his ears and screamed along with her "Let it be so!"
Silence. Sleep. Warm and dark and soundless.
*
His wife smiled tiredly and he brushed sweaty hair back from her face. Her labor had been hard, and long, and wearying. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, murmuring "love you." The midwife placed a small wrapped bundle in his arms. "Here you go, Dad. Just as pretty as a picture."
He looked down into his daughters face and smiled. Her eyes opened, and for a second, just a second, they flashed green as springtime grass. And she smiled back.
User Reviews
Submitted by Smurfs (user info) at 2007-04-22 15:32:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Someone's writing has gotten better...
jolly good
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-04-22 14:58:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-12-10 18:28:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Rather morbid
Submitted by Vermin (user info) at 2004-07-01 00:44:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You are about 200 times the writer Lowpoopy is.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-06-30 01:10:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is nice, Circe.
Submitted by Si <c.at.c.com> at 2004-06-28 11:52:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fantastic! :) When can we expect more??
Submitted by the_lone_stranger (user info) at 2004-06-28 10:59:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Whew! OK - I just got done killing my pregnant wife and unborn child.
Got any other fucked up stories?
Submitted by Durae (user info) at 2004-06-28 01:35:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I know this is stupid and I'm sorry, but the beginning made me think of kill bill.
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-06-26 20:07:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-26 09:38:57 (#)
Ranking: 0
Coyote, how was I supposed to know that a picture of a dead looking robotic skeleton thing with tentacles and thorns growing from her.. something, I'm not sure what... wasn't just what every parent wants their child to become?
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Well, you know, it's getting harder and harder to get kids into the good colleges
these days. I figure being a necrotic skeletal robot with thorny tentacles ought
to stand out on her application way more than, say, head of the debate team.
Submitted by Scott_James (user info) at 2004-06-26 17:50:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ParlorTrick (user info) at 2004-06-26 15:26:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Vivid. Disturbing. Still in my head.
Submitted by shandythedog (user info) at 2004-06-26 09:45:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
if that bitch had dared appear in my dream, i would have given her a good blast of jism
that is the way to fight evil!
viva the love gun!
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-26 09:38:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Coyote, how was I supposed to know that a picture of a dead looking robotic skeleton thing with tentacles and thorns growing from her.. something, I'm not sure what... wasn't just what every parent wants their child to become?
I mean, I'm not psychic. I was just trying to be thoughtful.
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-06-26 08:52:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd be able to sleep a lot better if you hadn't already showed me the Giger pic that has the same name as my daughter. D'oh!
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-25 23:04:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Lady Plural - I know. I have a lot of his work on my hard drive - I used my favorite to illustrate another post.
FilthyAssistant - That is so, so tempting.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-06-25 17:12:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Man, this kicked my ass.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-06-25 14:42:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
H. R. Giger is a demigod in the world of artists. The only reason that he's not a god is that there would probably be even more fucked up/strange things in the world than there already are. And that would be creepy. Interesting stort, by the way. The imagery was really striking.
Submitted by FilthyAssistant (user info) at 2004-06-25 14:29:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Marry me.
Please.
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:45:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This kicked roughly 32 and a half different flavors of ass.
I loved it, little children scare the crap out of me when they're evil,
and dreams are a big thing with me too. Good job, good job.
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-06-25 11:33:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hole-lee-shit goddamn that was one fine post. Nice work.
Submitted by NetProphet (user info) at 2004-06-25 10:53:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
One thing, though... seemed like you were in a hurry to wrap things up. The last few paragraphs (from "She screamed. Her eyes, those shockingly green eyes, like springtime grass, never left his.") seemed quite rushed... also, I don't think real people say things like "Let it be so"... that sort of dramatic flair seems generally reserved for Ubersite posters.
But who am I to judge... all I've ever written are reviews =D
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-25 10:50:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-06-25 10:41:14 (#)
Ranking: -2
Thanks
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You're welcome.
Submitted by NetProphet (user info) at 2004-06-25 10:49:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Circe, your writing skills have left stains on both the front and back of my pants.
Do this more often. The Gods demand it.
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-06-25 10:41:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
If I want a goddamn story I'll buy a fucking book. Thanks for wasting my time with this quaint little short story about uninteresting characters and plot. Your friends are just sucking your cunt.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-25 10:35:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
PredictAble. God, I suck at life sometimes.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-25 10:34:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Maleficent - I know it's predictible. I really need to work on that. Thanks for your input.
Submitted by Ainkara (user info) at 2004-06-25 09:58:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well that's a little freaky...
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-06-25 09:26:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2004-06-25 09:12:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This would have kicked ASS in UberMadness. Make sure you sign up if we do it again. +2! Nice and spooky, kinda "Rosemary's baby-ish"
Submitted by lojope (user info) at 2004-06-25 08:54:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-06-25 08:49:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Chilling, if a little predictable.
Submitted by squattail (user info) at 2004-06-25 08:40:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
..........and btw: I'm gay.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/36673
Submitted by squattail (user info) at 2004-06-25 08:40:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This sucks.