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rainbowfic2014-02-09 06:10 pm
sharpeningthebones) wrote in rainbowfic2014-02-09 06:10 pm
Ghost White, Halloween Orange
Name: Mallory
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Ghost White: Werewolf
Halloween Orange: Do you follow it because it's true, or just because you must?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Self..hatred? Something like that..
Word count; 928
Notes: Oh boy, this is technically a very old universe that I've been working on for about four years but I am revamping and putting a fresh coat of paint on it, so we'll see how that goes. I'm folding in and unfolding a few other verses within it, so we will see how this works out
Need a universe tag for This City's Got Grace
He was going to die in the dirt like a stray dog, like something unwanted and uncased for. His hands shook, his side bled. He could smell the mixture of blood and wet earth and it was almost overwhelming hi
The pain was stronger though, it was stronger than everything. No, if he was going to be overwhelmed, it was going to be by the fact that his side has been torn into and he isn't comping well with it.
The rain kept falling ad he closed his eyes, feel the droplets his his face and wash away any blood that tried to cling to him.
~
He woke with a start, bile already rushing up his throat and settling in his mouth. The taste made him grimace and swallow it down, sputtering a bit as he did so. Even if he was going to be sick, he refused to do it in his own bed.
One of his dogs stirred, its head lifting up to stare at him, concern in it's eyes.
"Go to sleep Carter," he urges gently, as if the dog would know the words. He couldn't help it though, he didn't want to worry anyone, even the dogs.
He knew it was a dream, knew that he survives that night and moves on to...to something. He hesitates to call it his life because it seems inaccurate. Everything after that night sees strange and lacking in a proper definition.
It was irritating but he couldn't do anything about it. He was trying to redefine his entire life after what happened to him and he couldn't do it, he couldn't rewrite everything he was to fit in this new piece off the puzzle.
And yet he's done it before. He's always re-writing himself, moving from place to place, inventing little stories in his head about who he is when he arrives. Of course he never tells them to anyone, just assures himself that one day he might, but this is different.
This isn't a little story to pass the time. This is the cold, bloody truth and it tasted like dirt, bile and rain.
The bile rose in his throat again and he sunk his teeth into his lip, forcing himself to push it back down. He needed to get sleep but he did't think he had the ability to do anything but sit there and go over his life choices. He never wanted anything to happen to him, never took many chances, yet he still found himself in the park that night.
He didn't believe in destiny yet he had to wonder if it was meant to be. If he was doomed.
Carol would hit him if she heard him talking like this. She'd tell him to stop living in his head and come join the rest of the party in the world outside his brain. She would tell him to embrace what he is and that it's not so bad.
But she was born this way, born with the creature within her. Hell, she was the wolf more than she was human.
And there it was, flashing across his mind. Wolf.
He was a wolf. Something that was talked about in the world but never encountered, at least in his experience. There were groups for them, stories about them but he never knew if he encountered one. They stuck to human shape so often that he never had a clue.
He, of course, had learned about Carol and the others after he'd been bitten. They smelled it o him as soon as he was close enough. After that, surrounded him and he thought he was going to get torn to shreds and left to die. That was what the stories about people like him said would happen. The natural born wolves were creatures that were just a part of society, a fact of life. People like him though? People who get attacked in the night by wolves gone mad or blinded by rage? They were never accepted the same way, not by the wolves and not by anyone else.
They were outcasts, orphans from their species. People turned them away if they knew, pushed the aside, deemed them second class. Neil knew the life he had ahead of him and it wasn't an easy one.
it would be all secrets and lies from then on, hoping that no one caught on, praying that he doesn't trigger an transformation it would be making excuses to leave and praying that no one thinks to follow.. He knew what was in store for him and he was less than pleased.
But he was wrong, so wrong. Carol and Bobby and Mike took him in. They treated hi like pack, not just a low class thing. They treated him like someone who could keep their secret and treat them well as long as they were treated right in return.
It was terrifying, he wasn't ready for it.
And that's why he ran, why he barely answered Carol's calls anymore, why he doesn't hang out with Bobby and Mike when they invite him to drink. He was never much of a drinker anyway but he couldn't risk losing enough control to transform. He couldn't take chances t all anymore..
And maybe it was a punishment for being stupid, maybe he's doing this all for nothing but he can't help it. Too many stories echo in his head, he knew the way this was supposed to go and he felt like he had to follow it through.
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Ghost White: Werewolf
Halloween Orange: Do you follow it because it's true, or just because you must?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Self..hatred? Something like that..
Word count; 928
Notes: Oh boy, this is technically a very old universe that I've been working on for about four years but I am revamping and putting a fresh coat of paint on it, so we'll see how that goes. I'm folding in and unfolding a few other verses within it, so we will see how this works out
Need a universe tag for This City's Got Grace
He was going to die in the dirt like a stray dog, like something unwanted and uncased for. His hands shook, his side bled. He could smell the mixture of blood and wet earth and it was almost overwhelming hi
The pain was stronger though, it was stronger than everything. No, if he was going to be overwhelmed, it was going to be by the fact that his side has been torn into and he isn't comping well with it.
The rain kept falling ad he closed his eyes, feel the droplets his his face and wash away any blood that tried to cling to him.
~
He woke with a start, bile already rushing up his throat and settling in his mouth. The taste made him grimace and swallow it down, sputtering a bit as he did so. Even if he was going to be sick, he refused to do it in his own bed.
One of his dogs stirred, its head lifting up to stare at him, concern in it's eyes.
"Go to sleep Carter," he urges gently, as if the dog would know the words. He couldn't help it though, he didn't want to worry anyone, even the dogs.
He knew it was a dream, knew that he survives that night and moves on to...to something. He hesitates to call it his life because it seems inaccurate. Everything after that night sees strange and lacking in a proper definition.
It was irritating but he couldn't do anything about it. He was trying to redefine his entire life after what happened to him and he couldn't do it, he couldn't rewrite everything he was to fit in this new piece off the puzzle.
And yet he's done it before. He's always re-writing himself, moving from place to place, inventing little stories in his head about who he is when he arrives. Of course he never tells them to anyone, just assures himself that one day he might, but this is different.
This isn't a little story to pass the time. This is the cold, bloody truth and it tasted like dirt, bile and rain.
The bile rose in his throat again and he sunk his teeth into his lip, forcing himself to push it back down. He needed to get sleep but he did't think he had the ability to do anything but sit there and go over his life choices. He never wanted anything to happen to him, never took many chances, yet he still found himself in the park that night.
He didn't believe in destiny yet he had to wonder if it was meant to be. If he was doomed.
Carol would hit him if she heard him talking like this. She'd tell him to stop living in his head and come join the rest of the party in the world outside his brain. She would tell him to embrace what he is and that it's not so bad.
But she was born this way, born with the creature within her. Hell, she was the wolf more than she was human.
And there it was, flashing across his mind. Wolf.
He was a wolf. Something that was talked about in the world but never encountered, at least in his experience. There were groups for them, stories about them but he never knew if he encountered one. They stuck to human shape so often that he never had a clue.
He, of course, had learned about Carol and the others after he'd been bitten. They smelled it o him as soon as he was close enough. After that, surrounded him and he thought he was going to get torn to shreds and left to die. That was what the stories about people like him said would happen. The natural born wolves were creatures that were just a part of society, a fact of life. People like him though? People who get attacked in the night by wolves gone mad or blinded by rage? They were never accepted the same way, not by the wolves and not by anyone else.
They were outcasts, orphans from their species. People turned them away if they knew, pushed the aside, deemed them second class. Neil knew the life he had ahead of him and it wasn't an easy one.
it would be all secrets and lies from then on, hoping that no one caught on, praying that he doesn't trigger an transformation it would be making excuses to leave and praying that no one thinks to follow.. He knew what was in store for him and he was less than pleased.
But he was wrong, so wrong. Carol and Bobby and Mike took him in. They treated hi like pack, not just a low class thing. They treated him like someone who could keep their secret and treat them well as long as they were treated right in return.
It was terrifying, he wasn't ready for it.
And that's why he ran, why he barely answered Carol's calls anymore, why he doesn't hang out with Bobby and Mike when they invite him to drink. He was never much of a drinker anyway but he couldn't risk losing enough control to transform. He couldn't take chances t all anymore..
And maybe it was a punishment for being stupid, maybe he's doing this all for nothing but he can't help it. Too many stories echo in his head, he knew the way this was supposed to go and he felt like he had to follow it through.