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rainbowfic2013-10-31 02:12 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2013-10-31 02:12 am
Harvest Gold #10, Dirt Brown #20
Name: Greenling
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Harvest Gold #10 (giving thanks), Dirt Brown #20 (Smell of the living earth)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (believe and you will find your way)
Word Count: 968
Rating: PG13ish
Warnings: Mild violence and horror stuff.
Summary: The plot continues. Peace has a strange dream, then wakes up into a bigger nightmare.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The sky was a brooding, clotted mass of red clouds. Peace walked through empty, unnamed streets, splattered with drops of red, rust-smelling rain that sprinkled from the clouds. Every so often, he would see something out of the corner of his eye: a glimpse of some figure, indistinct, all different, that made him freeze, nose and ears attentive. There was tension in the back of his mind, some instinct that these things were wrong, but as soon as he noticed them, they were gone.
He kept walking, then, ducking down alleys, peering in windows, looking for things to hunt, chase, bite. Soon enough he'd end up behind one. They couldn't all be paying attention. He saw a turn that seemed to lead to a broad, open street; he thought he might get a better look that way, so he headed in that direction.
He came to the street; the sky was a little less red here, more of a dingy grey-orange. Across the street was a sparsely-wooded forest, which wasn't quite what he wanted, but it was curious enough that he decided to pass by it and take a sniff.
In a single smooth transition, Peace found himself standing in the midst of a small copse of trees. A few feet in front of him, a massive snake was curled round a protruding branch. It was dark, pale green, with bright red and yellow patterns and dark brown eyes, and it was looking at him, tongue flicking in and out.
He stepped back, wary.
"Hello," said the snake.
"What?" Peace said, before he remembered (he hadn't exactly forgotten, but it hadn't been on his mind) that he was dreaming. "Oh. Hello, talking snake."
"Hello talking wolf," said the snake, chuckling, which made a little more sense when Peace realized that its mouth wasn't moving when it talked.
He paused, trying to figure out what to say to a talking dream snake. "So... are you some kind of Garden of Eden reference?"
The snake tilted his head. (The voice sounded male, anyway.) "No. Do you know that you're about to be attacked?"
"...No?" Peace glanced around.
The snake shook his head, which just looked outright weird. "I don't mean in here. There's some kind of... infection or tear in the world, and it's spreading. You're near the heart of it. Know anything about that?"
Peace gave himself permission to start freaking out a little. "Is that where those... whatevers with the teeth come from?"
"Yes. You should probably wake up and deal with them."
"How?" Peace demanded from the dream-snake. "I'm not that strong, and there are a lot of them. And there are other people being hurt- if it's spreading, what can I-"
The snake interrupted: "Believe in yourself, man. You have more than claws and teeth, you have a mind. I have to go."
"No!" Peace snapped. "Wait, what are you?"
"You should wake up," said the snake- and then it was gone, along with the park.
Suddenly, Peace was in the ruins of some kind of building. The figures from before were all around him, not running now, but surrounding him. He could smell them like sulphur dumped in an open sewer, and fear ran through him at how many there were-
Peace woke up cold and shaking from all the dried sweat on his back in the air conditioning. He sat up on his elbows, forgetting where he was for a moment. He looked around- no Dmitry. He remembered Dmitry. He twitched one ear, but it didn't sound like he was in the bathroom either; the place smelled of bacon. He sat up, running his hands through his hair in the vain hope of untangling it; Dmitry's laptop was on the counter with a piece of paper on it. He slid out of bed and walked over to look around.
It was a note. Had to run an errand, it said, plate of breakfast in the fridge. After the dream he had, the note was more worrying than it should have been. He wasn't really hungry, so he went over to look out the window.
From what little he could see through the blinds, the streets were largely empty; there were a few scattered people walking around through the streets, stepping lightly, coming together in small packs and scratching at doors. Worried, he grabbed his shirt and headed out into the hall; he remembered there being much larger windows when he came in.
A group of people were sitting around at the end of the hall, some watching out the windows. They all seemed to be young, around his age- maybe more college students?
"Uh, hey," said one of them.
"Hi," Peace chirped. "Uhm, what're you doing?"
"Look outside." One, a dusty-blond guy who looked just north of eighteen, was sitting in a lawn chair next to a police scanner; the rest were mostly sitting around in the floor. "Or don't. There's a pack of monsters or zombies or something trying to swarm the front door."
Peace dashed past them towards the window, nimbly stepping over a couple who were seated. As the guy said- there was a small group of them that seemed to be taking turns slamming themselves into the door. "Oh god... they're going to get in."
"They're not going to get in." The guy shook his head. "We've blocked all the doors and windows."
"All of them?" Great. Peace was even more worried. "My friend is out there."
"Shit... I don't know what to say about that." He had the good graces to stop acting calm and look sympathetic.
Peace stood there for a moment, staring out the window and trying to think of a plan. He thought he might even have one when a loud thump-thump came from the stairwell.
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Harvest Gold #10 (giving thanks), Dirt Brown #20 (Smell of the living earth)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (believe and you will find your way)
Word Count: 968
Rating: PG13ish
Warnings: Mild violence and horror stuff.
Summary: The plot continues. Peace has a strange dream, then wakes up into a bigger nightmare.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The sky was a brooding, clotted mass of red clouds. Peace walked through empty, unnamed streets, splattered with drops of red, rust-smelling rain that sprinkled from the clouds. Every so often, he would see something out of the corner of his eye: a glimpse of some figure, indistinct, all different, that made him freeze, nose and ears attentive. There was tension in the back of his mind, some instinct that these things were wrong, but as soon as he noticed them, they were gone.
He kept walking, then, ducking down alleys, peering in windows, looking for things to hunt, chase, bite. Soon enough he'd end up behind one. They couldn't all be paying attention. He saw a turn that seemed to lead to a broad, open street; he thought he might get a better look that way, so he headed in that direction.
He came to the street; the sky was a little less red here, more of a dingy grey-orange. Across the street was a sparsely-wooded forest, which wasn't quite what he wanted, but it was curious enough that he decided to pass by it and take a sniff.
In a single smooth transition, Peace found himself standing in the midst of a small copse of trees. A few feet in front of him, a massive snake was curled round a protruding branch. It was dark, pale green, with bright red and yellow patterns and dark brown eyes, and it was looking at him, tongue flicking in and out.
He stepped back, wary.
"Hello," said the snake.
"What?" Peace said, before he remembered (he hadn't exactly forgotten, but it hadn't been on his mind) that he was dreaming. "Oh. Hello, talking snake."
"Hello talking wolf," said the snake, chuckling, which made a little more sense when Peace realized that its mouth wasn't moving when it talked.
He paused, trying to figure out what to say to a talking dream snake. "So... are you some kind of Garden of Eden reference?"
The snake tilted his head. (The voice sounded male, anyway.) "No. Do you know that you're about to be attacked?"
"...No?" Peace glanced around.
The snake shook his head, which just looked outright weird. "I don't mean in here. There's some kind of... infection or tear in the world, and it's spreading. You're near the heart of it. Know anything about that?"
Peace gave himself permission to start freaking out a little. "Is that where those... whatevers with the teeth come from?"
"Yes. You should probably wake up and deal with them."
"How?" Peace demanded from the dream-snake. "I'm not that strong, and there are a lot of them. And there are other people being hurt- if it's spreading, what can I-"
The snake interrupted: "Believe in yourself, man. You have more than claws and teeth, you have a mind. I have to go."
"No!" Peace snapped. "Wait, what are you?"
"You should wake up," said the snake- and then it was gone, along with the park.
Suddenly, Peace was in the ruins of some kind of building. The figures from before were all around him, not running now, but surrounding him. He could smell them like sulphur dumped in an open sewer, and fear ran through him at how many there were-
Peace woke up cold and shaking from all the dried sweat on his back in the air conditioning. He sat up on his elbows, forgetting where he was for a moment. He looked around- no Dmitry. He remembered Dmitry. He twitched one ear, but it didn't sound like he was in the bathroom either; the place smelled of bacon. He sat up, running his hands through his hair in the vain hope of untangling it; Dmitry's laptop was on the counter with a piece of paper on it. He slid out of bed and walked over to look around.
It was a note. Had to run an errand, it said, plate of breakfast in the fridge. After the dream he had, the note was more worrying than it should have been. He wasn't really hungry, so he went over to look out the window.
From what little he could see through the blinds, the streets were largely empty; there were a few scattered people walking around through the streets, stepping lightly, coming together in small packs and scratching at doors. Worried, he grabbed his shirt and headed out into the hall; he remembered there being much larger windows when he came in.
A group of people were sitting around at the end of the hall, some watching out the windows. They all seemed to be young, around his age- maybe more college students?
"Uh, hey," said one of them.
"Hi," Peace chirped. "Uhm, what're you doing?"
"Look outside." One, a dusty-blond guy who looked just north of eighteen, was sitting in a lawn chair next to a police scanner; the rest were mostly sitting around in the floor. "Or don't. There's a pack of monsters or zombies or something trying to swarm the front door."
Peace dashed past them towards the window, nimbly stepping over a couple who were seated. As the guy said- there was a small group of them that seemed to be taking turns slamming themselves into the door. "Oh god... they're going to get in."
"They're not going to get in." The guy shook his head. "We've blocked all the doors and windows."
"All of them?" Great. Peace was even more worried. "My friend is out there."
"Shit... I don't know what to say about that." He had the good graces to stop acting calm and look sympathetic.
Peace stood there for a moment, staring out the window and trying to think of a plan. He thought he might even have one when a loud thump-thump came from the stairwell.
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Interesting what the snake said, about there being a tear that's spreading. What caused it?
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I actually finished a partial answer to that one! It... probably brings up more questions. Ah well. Still learning how pacing works.
Thank you for reading.
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