[oneshot] The Long-coated Stranger
Title: The Long-coated Stranger
Author: yoyocchi
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fantasy, slight gore
Summary: He helped humans granting their wishes. The service was not for free, by the way.
Just right after she pressed the red button on the device she was holding, the two-story house started to crumble down before her. It took a few moments for the concrete building to join flat with the ground, but that was more than enough to get everyone from the neighbors awaken from their slumber and stepping out of their houses to see the cause of the loud rumbling noise in the middle of the dead night.
The whole neighborhood was talking about the unexpected happening, some paled at the thought of buried bodies of the house's residents under the piling big chunks of concrete. None of them saw the sight of her even though she had just been there barely a minute ago. She was gone with the night breeze-quite literally.
The Long-coated Stranger had her body draped on his left shoulder, her face facing the view of the residential area which soon changed into the yard of a shrine and the shrine itself before they were engulfed inside the forest of the hill.
The Long-coated Stranger was a quick runner that she lost the sight of the light from the shrine's lamp post in no time. She stayed calm and silent as they went deeper into the forest. Not a slightest thought of asking him where he was going to take her or when he was going stop jumping and swinging from one tree to others (yes, his feet were meters off of the dirty soil) ever crossed her mind. Her eyes were staring at nothing
When The Long-coated Stranger thought he had arrived at the perfect spot, he landed on the ground, the thud sound he made filled the eerie silence of the dark forest, and he put her down gently from his shoulder.
"You did it," he spoke up. "Congratulation." Even though she totally couldn't see his face (completely black, almost as if he had no face, and in fact, the shadow of the trees that surrounding them and the fedora he was wearing didn't do much in covering his face), she could sense that he was smiling in satisfaction.
She stood still, gazing at nothing.
The Long-coated Stranger tilted his head to the side, confused. "What's the matter?" he asked and was replied with silence.
"Cheer up, young lady! I’ve helped you granting your wish, right? Or give me some reaction! Fear, sadness, anger, laugh, desperation-anything will do! How long do you intend to keep that long face?" He brought his face closer to hers, thinking it would provoke her bland emotion to spark back to life, but to no avail. He pulled back and put his hand on the top of his fedora, slightly pulling it lower, sighing in disappointment. "You are no fun."
Shaking his head, he decided to give up provoking her emotion for a little entertainment, and got straight to his main goal. But the moment he was about to start, she opened her mouth. "I wished for them to get buried under the place where all my memory remained. That was my only wish." The words were barely audible, coming out from her slightly parted lips. "Now, I don't have anything I want. I don't know what to do after this."
The Long-coated Stranger stared at her for a moment before he pulled down his fedora, letting out a sigh for the second time. "Very well, then," he said with the fedora covering his face.
She heard a sound. It was faint at first, but then she recognized it as a muffled, squelching sound. It wasn’t the kind of sound that would bring good news and it came from somewhere very close to their place. She looked up to The Long-coated Stranger and-
The Long-coated Stranger took his fedora from the ground, grunted as he spotted a little stain of soil on it, and wiped the dirt off with his black-leather glove.
He had done his business for tonight; the gory mess lain before his shoes was the prove. A mop of long, dark hair and human skin tousled on top of a skull and a pile of bones which once were a perfectly-structured skeleton; freshly-glistening eyeballs rolling down from their sockets to the ground like marbles; nasty yellowish liquid oozing out from limbs and intestines and drenching the clothes that were bundled beneath the bones-all of them were gathered on the exact same spot where she had stood a few moments ago.
No. She was still there.
She was the mess.
It was time for him to go somewhere else, as he no longer had any business left in that town. Raising his fedora to his actual face-pulsing veins rooting on his faceless head and covering it with wood-like wrinkled skin; short and fat purple tentacles wriggling around his tiny canine teeth-filled mouth; forty-four small eyeballs spinning around in their sockets-he covered the outrageous scene from the night and the world.
"Almost a thousand years I have spent my life and avenged souls always taste the best," he said, feeling content. The rooting vein on his head stopped pulsating and his face slowly slid off of his head into his hat. He put his hat back on. "This time, the flesh and and the blood also taste great. What a good night."
He turned around, ready to leave the place. "Too bad I can't eat the intestines; I've had them last month. Damned cholesterol diet." And he set off.
The solitude enveloped the forest back.
A/N: [This] is how I portray The Long-coated Stranger's image
Author: yoyocchi
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fantasy, slight gore
Summary: He helped humans granting their wishes. The service was not for free, by the way.
Just right after she pressed the red button on the device she was holding, the two-story house started to crumble down before her. It took a few moments for the concrete building to join flat with the ground, but that was more than enough to get everyone from the neighbors awaken from their slumber and stepping out of their houses to see the cause of the loud rumbling noise in the middle of the dead night.
The whole neighborhood was talking about the unexpected happening, some paled at the thought of buried bodies of the house's residents under the piling big chunks of concrete. None of them saw the sight of her even though she had just been there barely a minute ago. She was gone with the night breeze-quite literally.
The Long-coated Stranger had her body draped on his left shoulder, her face facing the view of the residential area which soon changed into the yard of a shrine and the shrine itself before they were engulfed inside the forest of the hill.
The Long-coated Stranger was a quick runner that she lost the sight of the light from the shrine's lamp post in no time. She stayed calm and silent as they went deeper into the forest. Not a slightest thought of asking him where he was going to take her or when he was going stop jumping and swinging from one tree to others (yes, his feet were meters off of the dirty soil) ever crossed her mind. Her eyes were staring at nothing
When The Long-coated Stranger thought he had arrived at the perfect spot, he landed on the ground, the thud sound he made filled the eerie silence of the dark forest, and he put her down gently from his shoulder.
"You did it," he spoke up. "Congratulation." Even though she totally couldn't see his face (completely black, almost as if he had no face, and in fact, the shadow of the trees that surrounding them and the fedora he was wearing didn't do much in covering his face), she could sense that he was smiling in satisfaction.
She stood still, gazing at nothing.
The Long-coated Stranger tilted his head to the side, confused. "What's the matter?" he asked and was replied with silence.
"Cheer up, young lady! I’ve helped you granting your wish, right? Or give me some reaction! Fear, sadness, anger, laugh, desperation-anything will do! How long do you intend to keep that long face?" He brought his face closer to hers, thinking it would provoke her bland emotion to spark back to life, but to no avail. He pulled back and put his hand on the top of his fedora, slightly pulling it lower, sighing in disappointment. "You are no fun."
Shaking his head, he decided to give up provoking her emotion for a little entertainment, and got straight to his main goal. But the moment he was about to start, she opened her mouth. "I wished for them to get buried under the place where all my memory remained. That was my only wish." The words were barely audible, coming out from her slightly parted lips. "Now, I don't have anything I want. I don't know what to do after this."
The Long-coated Stranger stared at her for a moment before he pulled down his fedora, letting out a sigh for the second time. "Very well, then," he said with the fedora covering his face.
She heard a sound. It was faint at first, but then she recognized it as a muffled, squelching sound. It wasn’t the kind of sound that would bring good news and it came from somewhere very close to their place. She looked up to The Long-coated Stranger and-
The Long-coated Stranger took his fedora from the ground, grunted as he spotted a little stain of soil on it, and wiped the dirt off with his black-leather glove.
He had done his business for tonight; the gory mess lain before his shoes was the prove. A mop of long, dark hair and human skin tousled on top of a skull and a pile of bones which once were a perfectly-structured skeleton; freshly-glistening eyeballs rolling down from their sockets to the ground like marbles; nasty yellowish liquid oozing out from limbs and intestines and drenching the clothes that were bundled beneath the bones-all of them were gathered on the exact same spot where she had stood a few moments ago.
No. She was still there.
She was the mess.
It was time for him to go somewhere else, as he no longer had any business left in that town. Raising his fedora to his actual face-pulsing veins rooting on his faceless head and covering it with wood-like wrinkled skin; short and fat purple tentacles wriggling around his tiny canine teeth-filled mouth; forty-four small eyeballs spinning around in their sockets-he covered the outrageous scene from the night and the world.
"Almost a thousand years I have spent my life and avenged souls always taste the best," he said, feeling content. The rooting vein on his head stopped pulsating and his face slowly slid off of his head into his hat. He put his hat back on. "This time, the flesh and and the blood also taste great. What a good night."
He turned around, ready to leave the place. "Too bad I can't eat the intestines; I've had them last month. Damned cholesterol diet." And he set off.
The solitude enveloped the forest back.
A/N: [This] is how I portray The Long-coated Stranger's image
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