FICLETS100

[grotesques]

001.Energy
002.Perfect World
003.Wires
004.Silver
005.All Because Of You

006.Signal
007.One Last Kiss
008.Infinite
009.Cloud
010.Salvation

011.Apocalypse
012.Beacon
013. Beam
014.Blast
015.Blackened

016.Ripple
017.Double
018.Flick
019.Fabric
020.Multiply

021.Trust
022.Eternity
023.Always, All Ways
024.Burn
025.Scar/s

026.Hex
027. Curse
028.

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o27. CURSE

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There was something about her.

Maybe it was the way they both stood out amongst the dim lights and dark shadows and glass tubes and wires and white coats. (Especially their hair, he dully noted. What were they thinking.) Maybe it was those words that he barely caught, drifting and dancing full of praise and admiration. Words from their creators, the ones who damned them.

But no, there was something about her.

Not both of them. Just her.

Perhaps it was because she was supposed to replace him. That seemed right. Because she was the Success, the perfect one (both of them were, but he didn't care about that other one who was annoyingly self-righteous as it was.) And there was no fascination or fancy or anything of that nonsense. He shifted uncomfortably, hidden far back in the corners of the room, unnoticed because now that he had no point, he would be. She ruined him. She destroyed any hope he had of becoming better, of getting out, just by existing.

Why did she have to exist

o78. LETTER

[grotesques]

For a while now, I've had these feeli

No, no. Absolutely not.

Tossed aside, crumpled up with the other sheets of trash, piling slowly in some desolate corner of the area. Another piece of paper drawn out, swirling handwriting penciled and looping in.

You're really nice and

Awful. No.

I'd do you in a sec

God, what.

A pause and then consideration. Green eyes fluttered closed and pen picked up once more, hand steading and scrawling slowly. Don't think. Just write. This wasn't a thinking matter anyways.

Finishing and standing up, stepping over crumpled pieces of paper, kicking one or two aside. Note folded closed and a steady breath exhaled before footsteps and slow, moving away. Accomplished it? Perhaps. But it was easier than what it was thought to be.

I love you. ♥

o54. DISABLE

[grotesques]

They were both cross-marked. Both blood-drained and red-stained and beasts in their own right, one with lips curled back in some devastating snarl and another with steady gaze, hate and hate and hate that overflowed between the both of them

o13. BEAM

[grotesques]

They didn't get a lot of time to themselves. Or to each other. What with one of them being a sociable butterfly (but not as much as her) and the other being an introvert, it became rather difficult. But they managed somehow. But it usually just ended up being late at night, rooftop beneath them and a web of stars overhead.

They often sat in silence, shoulders resting against one another, one curled up in some oversized cotton thing, while the other in street style shorts, legs sprawled before him and putting his weight against the other who was an exact -- it was peaceful.

And they were all they needed.

So when they would think about this and that, they could smile, and things would always turn out alright.

o89. SMEAR

[grotesques]

Times like this, she wished she could stand. She wished she didn't have a mirror in lap and she had to bring it up instead of leaning forward -- awkward, it was. Lips pursed, long lashes batting slowly and she sighed a little. It became routine, setting up some appearance for someone who would only be seen by few and ignored by the rest and the only thing that could possibly care about how she looked was intent on wrecking it anyways.

She could only think on how this was defeat. And she had lost.

And they had lost.

But not them.

It was awful.

But this was necessary for awful things to happen to an awful person, and from the start, she had stained herself in noir and there was no going back. And she should've expected it.

Soft tube gently traced down her lips, held close to the mirror and there was a fumble, a thin lining of pink at the side of her mouth and cheek. She held the glass close, eying the mistake and all she did was lean back, exhaling gently.

"Ah..."

It fit.