Challenge 21: Quick Fic Challenge
Title: Candy Red
Prompt: She’s Always the One Who Dies, The Universe Obviously Didn’t Want Us Together
Bonus? Yes?
Word Count: 610
Rating: R
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) SK/Victims
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): [Spoiler (click to open)]Mentions of Non-Con, Dub-Con, Minor, Incest, Vague Details of Deaths
Summary: Even now they haven’t found her pieces, but that’s only because I couldn’t let them take her all away.
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The first time I lost her is a memory near forgotten. I remember how pale her skin was, and the smile she had on when she open heard the door. A smile that I never seen pointed at me.
Her hair was black, and her laughter was like sunshine. I could see her, as she let the man in, just as she let other men in, from the back of the closet where she stuffed me away. I remember her screams, the the spill of her blood, red like candy before time took the brightness away. They say I was lucky, that the man who tore her so brutally away from me would have had no hesitant had I been found. That even now they haven’t found her pieces, but that’s only because I couldn’t let them take her all away.
I next time I lost her I was 12. She hated me for who I was, the skinny orphaned son of a whore. I hadn’t learned what that was yet, not really, but I hated it all the same. I hated how she hated me. Her pale skin and dark hair and how she would never smile my way as she would with others, even when she touched me in ways she hadn’t since the first time she had me so long ago.
I hated how, once again, it wasn’t me who took her away. Even more than the fact that she had been taken at all.
The third time I lost, as well as the fourth, fifth and sixth, it was because she came back wrong. She’d have pale skin and light hair, or dark hair and tan skin. She’d smile at me, those rays of sunshine lightening on my skin, as I was touched in ways only she should. So it took her away. She was broken and I had to fix her.
Ask all you want about how I knew it was her, but its the blood that tells me, the candy colored blood that flows so easily. Its like licking a penny with sugar underneath. I wanted her, all of her, on me, in me, smiling that sunshine smile that should never face my way - unworthy of it I was, the orphaned son of a whore - but she kept on dying.
The last time I lost her was but a few days ago. She was perfect, her skin, smooth like ivory, her hair black as ink and her smile… It warmed me in way that brought me back to before I had lost her the first time around. She understood who I was, that I was undeserving, but let me watch her smile, even though it was never facing my way.
It was I who had touched her, she wouldn’t never touch me, until I made her do so and then she hated me, and it was perfect. In that moment I decided that I couldn’t lost her again. For weeks I had her, all of her. Her hatred, her sunshine, her hair and her skin.
My mother was mine again, it was just us, without those filthy men who took the sunshine away.
We made life together, my mother and I, but I couldn’t keep it. With all the time we had together, there was one last thing I needed to know it was her, to know she was back with me. That candy red.
I needed to touch it, to taste it, to bathe in it, and to fulfill my urger I had to take her away.
I’ve given up on finding her now. The universe just doesn’t want us to be together.
Prompt: She’s Always the One Who Dies, The Universe Obviously Didn’t Want Us Together
Bonus? Yes?
Word Count: 610
Rating: R
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) SK/Victims
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): [Spoiler (click to open)]Mentions of Non-Con, Dub-Con, Minor, Incest, Vague Details of Deaths
Summary: Even now they haven’t found her pieces, but that’s only because I couldn’t let them take her all away.
Link:
The first time I lost her is a memory near forgotten. I remember how pale her skin was, and the smile she had on when she open heard the door. A smile that I never seen pointed at me.
Her hair was black, and her laughter was like sunshine. I could see her, as she let the man in, just as she let other men in, from the back of the closet where she stuffed me away. I remember her screams, the the spill of her blood, red like candy before time took the brightness away. They say I was lucky, that the man who tore her so brutally away from me would have had no hesitant had I been found. That even now they haven’t found her pieces, but that’s only because I couldn’t let them take her all away.
I next time I lost her I was 12. She hated me for who I was, the skinny orphaned son of a whore. I hadn’t learned what that was yet, not really, but I hated it all the same. I hated how she hated me. Her pale skin and dark hair and how she would never smile my way as she would with others, even when she touched me in ways she hadn’t since the first time she had me so long ago.
I hated how, once again, it wasn’t me who took her away. Even more than the fact that she had been taken at all.
The third time I lost, as well as the fourth, fifth and sixth, it was because she came back wrong. She’d have pale skin and light hair, or dark hair and tan skin. She’d smile at me, those rays of sunshine lightening on my skin, as I was touched in ways only she should. So it took her away. She was broken and I had to fix her.
Ask all you want about how I knew it was her, but its the blood that tells me, the candy colored blood that flows so easily. Its like licking a penny with sugar underneath. I wanted her, all of her, on me, in me, smiling that sunshine smile that should never face my way - unworthy of it I was, the orphaned son of a whore - but she kept on dying.
The last time I lost her was but a few days ago. She was perfect, her skin, smooth like ivory, her hair black as ink and her smile… It warmed me in way that brought me back to before I had lost her the first time around. She understood who I was, that I was undeserving, but let me watch her smile, even though it was never facing my way.
It was I who had touched her, she wouldn’t never touch me, until I made her do so and then she hated me, and it was perfect. In that moment I decided that I couldn’t lost her again. For weeks I had her, all of her. Her hatred, her sunshine, her hair and her skin.
My mother was mine again, it was just us, without those filthy men who took the sunshine away.
We made life together, my mother and I, but I couldn’t keep it. With all the time we had together, there was one last thing I needed to know it was her, to know she was back with me. That candy red.
I needed to touch it, to taste it, to bathe in it, and to fulfill my urger I had to take her away.
I’ve given up on finding her now. The universe just doesn’t want us to be together.