Fiction

[littlefeltfangs]

 Hehehe. Two posts ina day. Weird.
Also, thanks to monkeywithakfor providing me with the basis for this story. :)

The blue glow of the screen mixes with the neon reds and greens from the streets below.

 

I look at the screen expectantly, no-one’s online. How long since the last message?

 

I spin around on the chair, legs crossed and head back until I become dizzy. The lights twirl and mix, becoming strange, amorphous, almost alive.

 

A scream. Mine?

 

Heart racing, I go to the fridge. Here too, the green from the street seems to creep over the edge of the window. Undulating at the edge of vision. Trying to get in.

 

Frozen, I stand. Clutching the counter top. My weight, shifting forward and back. My throat tight and my cheeks wet.

 

I break, feet pat against the carpet as half-run to my sisters room. I crack open the door gently, moving as quietly as I can. Light shines through the crack in the curtains, white tendrils reaching towards me. I shut my eyes as tight as I can, trying not to whimper as I reach out to my sister. My eyes snap open as I touch the cold, empty bed. Tendrils of light lazily wrapping themselves about my wrist. I can’t stifle the shriek as I dash from the room. Across the hall, slamming the door open, I can barely see through the tears as I look at the empty bunks of my little sisters, their night-light casting an eerie grey glow across the room which clutches my chest. I run to my parents room, nearly slipping on the now wet tiled floor. The light from the hall casts my shadow across their empty bed while the darker shadow below their bed creeps towards me. Hands and knees on the damp floor, my stomach heaves again and again, seemingly trying to abandon me to my fate.

 

Between every convulsion I scream in terror.

 

Of the dark, and the light.

 

I don’t want to be alone.

Comments

[littlefeltfangs.livejournal.com]

For me the fear has always been shadows cast rather than light itself, but for the character here it made so much sense. Someone who would get a great deal of comfort from an enclose pitch-black space.

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

Whew.

That is absolutely beautiful. Love, love the light almost personified as a source of malevelence. And I wanna see what happens next. *smile*

[littlefeltfangs.livejournal.com]

*Gets confused and edits randomly*

To an extent the light is a very real and literal source of malevelence to her. I could quite happily write what happens next, but I don't think it would make as good a story, and wouldn't stand as well on its own. As this is very much a moment in time of a character that I haven't played for an age. The title "Night terrors" is also less of a play on words than it might appear.

[littlefeltfangs.livejournal.com]

*Gets confused and edits randomly*

There may be a reason for this:
http://es.geocities.com/lovehinaumi/kaollaper.gif

The character I'm writing here is a tabletop character who was based on the above anime character (Kaolla Su). This is very much the result of what monkeywithak did to her over the following year. :D

She remains my favourite character I've ever played, and I sometimes bring her out to cameo in other games I run, or just to upset people, but I rarely have a chance to show the angst that she felt, but never showed.

So I did enjoy writing this a lot

[littlefeltfangs.livejournal.com]

Thinking about it. Have you read anything of mine that /wasn't/ either Mael or Ani inspired? Think everything I've posted on LJ is one or the other. Tho if you wanna see some /really/ bad+early writing of mine, you can always wander over to fanfiction.net :D

[monkeywithak.livejournal.com]

You are a wonderful person and I love you for making me remember that game :).
Every so often I wake up in the middle of the night and feel guilty for what happened to poor little Su ... and Amanda... and Damien...and Michel... and Ruth...
er what kind of game was I running? GODS! I'M A MONSTER *cries*

[littlefeltfangs.livejournal.com]

Dave you are a wonderful man, and I can safely say that we all carry our horribly emotionally scarred characters to this day...