Post by Slug on Nov 28, 2009 17:24:10 GMT -5
Wrong Mother
Author: the_love_slug (A.K.A, Slug on livejournal)
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Warnings: Mention of blood and maybe a bit fof drama/angst or w/e they call it these days.
Summary: Demons are always the best kind of mothers.
A/N: Please give me some ADVICE, CRITIQUE, OR W/E. And yes, I know this is crap. >:c But IDC. SO, HAH. -shot-
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Halloween was a bitter night, rain furiously pouring down upon determined children whose sole mission was to find and then eat some candy. Their parents would have none of it, though, and swiftly whisked away their offspring into the warmth and safety of their homes the second it began raining, promising them candy tomorrow morning.
All except one little boy.
A wee thing barely older than six; though despite his size, he was quite loud, wailing persistently in the dark alley, hiccups here and there between his cries.
It was so cold. So wet. So utterly miserable. But it could not be any more worse than what little Timmithy Jr. was feeling at that very moment. So very, very... alone. Why had mother left him? Was it because he was a bad boy-- just like his mother said? But did she mean it? Was little Timmithy Jr. really a bad boy? He couldn't recall do anything bad-- not one thing!
"What did I do? What did I do!" He yelled at the storm, the wind picking up from a whisper into a loud scream, whipping around the child in a ferocious circle; laughter, loud and clear, merrily cut through the wind's howling-- with a sharp crack!, all went still. Timmithy Jr. ceased his crying, the rain stopped, and the wind had gone silent.
Fear-- it crept up the little child's back like many spiders, leaving trails of goosebumps behind it.
And that's when the whistling began.
It was soft as first, like a warm summer breeze-- then with no warning, it became a high-pitched ring, echoing in Timmithy Jr.'s ears. Footsteps echoed in the alley, a shadow falling across the little child's form.
"Wee babe," A husky voice giggled, as if amused by it's own words. "Mummy will always love ye-- yes she will!" It mocked; a pair of large orange eyes flashed into being upon the alley's wall, staring down at the crouched, gaping "wee babe".
With the quickness of a furtive rat, "wee babe" scuttled into hiding behind a trash can, breathing becoming erratic. The shadow--!
It belonged to noone.
"Mummy will always love ye. Mummy, mummy, mummy--! Where is she, wee babe? Where is she?!" The voice roared, shaking the ground.
"Wee babe" gave a shout, then broke into sobs, clutching at his head.
"Leave me be! Leave me be! I've not done wrong, for I am pure!" "Wee babe" cried, shoulders shaking with each word.
The laughter returned, dancing into the air with eagerness. "D'ye love your Mummy, wee babe? D'ye love me?" The voice whimpered, pained.
"The stained do not belong upon the surfice! Be gone, foul one! I cast you back to your fire! Away!" A new voice commanded, bouncing off the alley walls.
The orange eyes looked sharply at the owner of this new voice, then widened with a hiss!
"The wee babe is mine! Mine, mine, mine! My wee babe! Wee babe belongs to me!" The other voice cackled, hysterical.
"Only those who deal belong to you, foul one! Return to your fire-- AWAY!" The new voice-- no, the woman commanded again, hands pressed to her heart and green eyes narrowed.
With a yowl, the orange eyes cried blood, the red tears pouring down the alley wall-- with a blink, the orange eyes were gone.
The grey clouds above wept again, pouring down upon the woman and Timmithy Jr. Smiling sadly, the woman gave a call: "T.J-- tis safe to show yourself!"
A startled gasp, then like lightning "T.J" zipped out from behind the trash can and scrambled for the red-haired woman; hugging her legs tight, "T.J" cried: "M-mother!"
"Mother"'s smile became a silly grin, patting "T.J" upon his wet head.
"Come, now, T.J-- let us take leave." With that said, the two walked out into the open, leaving the cursed alley behind them, with the moon glowed brilliantly above them, peaking through the clouds, giving all a shadow.
All except for one mother.
Author: the_love_slug (A.K.A, Slug on livejournal)
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Warnings: Mention of blood and maybe a bit fof drama/angst or w/e they call it these days.
Summary: Demons are always the best kind of mothers.
A/N: Please give me some ADVICE, CRITIQUE, OR W/E. And yes, I know this is crap. >:c But IDC. SO, HAH. -shot-
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Halloween was a bitter night, rain furiously pouring down upon determined children whose sole mission was to find and then eat some candy. Their parents would have none of it, though, and swiftly whisked away their offspring into the warmth and safety of their homes the second it began raining, promising them candy tomorrow morning.
All except one little boy.
A wee thing barely older than six; though despite his size, he was quite loud, wailing persistently in the dark alley, hiccups here and there between his cries.
It was so cold. So wet. So utterly miserable. But it could not be any more worse than what little Timmithy Jr. was feeling at that very moment. So very, very... alone. Why had mother left him? Was it because he was a bad boy-- just like his mother said? But did she mean it? Was little Timmithy Jr. really a bad boy? He couldn't recall do anything bad-- not one thing!
"What did I do? What did I do!" He yelled at the storm, the wind picking up from a whisper into a loud scream, whipping around the child in a ferocious circle; laughter, loud and clear, merrily cut through the wind's howling-- with a sharp crack!, all went still. Timmithy Jr. ceased his crying, the rain stopped, and the wind had gone silent.
Fear-- it crept up the little child's back like many spiders, leaving trails of goosebumps behind it.
And that's when the whistling began.
It was soft as first, like a warm summer breeze-- then with no warning, it became a high-pitched ring, echoing in Timmithy Jr.'s ears. Footsteps echoed in the alley, a shadow falling across the little child's form.
"Wee babe," A husky voice giggled, as if amused by it's own words. "Mummy will always love ye-- yes she will!" It mocked; a pair of large orange eyes flashed into being upon the alley's wall, staring down at the crouched, gaping "wee babe".
With the quickness of a furtive rat, "wee babe" scuttled into hiding behind a trash can, breathing becoming erratic. The shadow--!
It belonged to noone.
"Mummy will always love ye. Mummy, mummy, mummy--! Where is she, wee babe? Where is she?!" The voice roared, shaking the ground.
"Wee babe" gave a shout, then broke into sobs, clutching at his head.
"Leave me be! Leave me be! I've not done wrong, for I am pure!" "Wee babe" cried, shoulders shaking with each word.
The laughter returned, dancing into the air with eagerness. "D'ye love your Mummy, wee babe? D'ye love me?" The voice whimpered, pained.
"The stained do not belong upon the surfice! Be gone, foul one! I cast you back to your fire! Away!" A new voice commanded, bouncing off the alley walls.
The orange eyes looked sharply at the owner of this new voice, then widened with a hiss!
"The wee babe is mine! Mine, mine, mine! My wee babe! Wee babe belongs to me!" The other voice cackled, hysterical.
"Only those who deal belong to you, foul one! Return to your fire-- AWAY!" The new voice-- no, the woman commanded again, hands pressed to her heart and green eyes narrowed.
With a yowl, the orange eyes cried blood, the red tears pouring down the alley wall-- with a blink, the orange eyes were gone.
The grey clouds above wept again, pouring down upon the woman and Timmithy Jr. Smiling sadly, the woman gave a call: "T.J-- tis safe to show yourself!"
A startled gasp, then like lightning "T.J" zipped out from behind the trash can and scrambled for the red-haired woman; hugging her legs tight, "T.J" cried: "M-mother!"
"Mother"'s smile became a silly grin, patting "T.J" upon his wet head.
"Come, now, T.J-- let us take leave." With that said, the two walked out into the open, leaving the cursed alley behind them, with the moon glowed brilliantly above them, peaking through the clouds, giving all a shadow.
All except for one mother.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp