Arms wide open, Ｉ ＳＴＡＮＤ ＡＬＯＮＥ I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone. Right or wrong I can ＨＡＲＤＬＹ tell. I’m on the ＷＲＯＮＧ ＳＩＤＥ ＯＦ ＨＥＡＶＥＮ and the rιgн☨eoυѕ side of hell. THE PHANTOM CARD
falling in love & child, then lust, warmth, solace, and nightmare! eh, throw in defend and traumatic too. *smooches*
*wheezes* wow ily2 leggOinvolves adult things and au’stw towards the end, implicationsof murder and suicide
Love + Child
“.. wh-what did you say?”
“i love you. i said i love you!”
silence isn’t golden. it’s holding your breath and looking anywhere but their face. it’s noticing the warmth rising to your cheeks and hoping the red isn’t too noticeable. it’s fearing their next words, actions, or both. she saw his adams apple bob with a gulp, and soojung turned her back to him.
“you humans.. this stupid vessel, it’s.. it’s all changing me and,”
she’s pulled around to face him when there’s only a foot of space between them. she can’t tell the look on his face. confusion? anger? disapproval?
“you’re changing me. you are giving me the feeling of humanity and.. it makes me wish i wasn’t this way. it makes me want to throw it all away and i.. i don’t know if i’m scared or if it’s.. i don’t know what it is! but i know that when you were in pain i wanted to take it away, i wanted to hold you and never let go and i don’t- i just-” her words become quick and mumbled, but one thing rings true.
she loves him, and knows he deserves all the love in the universe.
and suddenly they’re kissing, they’re close and holding onto each other as if it’s the only thing she knows how to do. he makes her want the one thing she’s always despised.
humanity.
~
“kim jiyong, don’t run off!”
“he’s only going to the swings, it’s okay, don’t worry.”
summer sun shined down upon soojung, sunggyu, and jiyong. who would have thought that these two would have ended up where they were now, together, and with a child? love finds itself in strange places. in the form of a hero and a card, and the form of a little boy who was left all alone and bullied in an orphanage. he would never let that happen again, he would never let anyone endure the pain he went through. they were even thinking of adopting a little girl later in the month.
their hands intertwined, and soojung always held tightly as if they could be ripped apart at any moment. if she spent the rest of her life loving sunggyu, giving him the love he deserves, she would call her life a success. if even one second was wasted, then it was all for nothing. of course, there’s the problem of age. it was happening, and people were questioning it. why was he aging and she wasn’t? it fell over soojung like a dark cloud every day, but every day she ignored and and paid attention to only her family.
she would take care of them for all their days.
to her, that’s the meaning to her life.
maybe humanity wasn’t so bad.
Warmth
soojung loved winter. many jokes had been made towards her by baekhyun, poking at the fact that the ‘ghost’ liked the cold. yeah yeah, they go hand in hand, whatever. it wasn’t just the cold she liked, but the fact that the city was covered in a blanket of white. how when it was dark outside, it wasn’t necessarily dark. the white snow somehow illuminated everything around them. it was a mixture of dark and light. maybe she liked it because it reminded her of herself. dark and light, life and death. one evening, a familiar face crossed her mind that she hadn’t thought about or seen in awhile.
it was strange how her feet seemed to work without her mind giving much thought to it, but twenty minutes later she was in front of sunggyu’s door, her hand hovering over the door. memories of a time he had taken her to the training center entered her mind, which only made her sigh. knock knock knock.
“how is it feeling?” soojung’s eyes were glancing down to gyu’s arm and leg as she sat back into the couch, trying not to come off as rude by looking. before he could answer, the power flickered once, twice, then off at the third flick. annoyance appeared upon soojung’s features. she was just about to turn it back on with a bit of magic when she remembered she couldn’t do any of that around sunggyu. her hand paused in midair and she quickly swiped it in front of her followed by a snap of her fingers. “..drat..”
it turned out that a large snowstorm had hit the city while the two were catching up. she was going to be there for awhile, it seemed. they were snowed in. gyu being gyu of course was more than prepared for this. there was just one thing that seemed to actually worry the phantom.
“aren’t you cold?” gyu insisted that he was fine, but soojung just wasn’t buying it. as they sat together in the living room, soojung finally walked over and sat beside him, tossing the blanket over the two of them. it didn’t help that her skin was just as cold as his metal, but she was determined to give him any heat she had.
if only she could give him actual body heat. if only she was an actual human girl.
Solace + Traumatic
“sunggyu.. kim sunggyu look at me!”
she couldn’t take it anymore. she couldn’t stand by and just watch anymore. when she heard about the possibilities, the side effects, the fact that he would have to be awake during the surgery, soojung couldn’t just wait at home, or in the waiting room. she had to beside him in the operating room. when she walked through the walls and saw what was on the other side, it was like a torture chamber of modern devices.
his screams are forever implanted in her memory.
she couldn’t listen to it anymore.
“look at me! i’m real, i’m here, i’m real i’m real!”
his sweaty, pale face finally turned towards her and she swears she could feel the life in him weakening. the pain pulled his attention away as he howled in agony.
“what are you doing to him!?” she screamed at the doctors, but they couldn’t see her. she only allowed gyu to see her. no, no this couldn’t continue. she couldn’t let them.
but, they had already started. wouldn’t stopping it ruin it all?
her head turned back and forth from the doctors, gyu, and his currently mutilated limb.
“sunggyu, look at me.” she said once more before placing a hand over his chest. and she swears, he knew she was real. that she wasn’t a hallucination made by pain.
“i’m going to make the pain stop, okay? i’m going to try to take it away.. j-just close your eyes. close your eyes gyu.”
they shared the pain, but only one set of screams could be heard.
Nightmare
“sunggyu?”
they were back in his domain, the hangman. everything was dark, and the only reason soojung knew that it was sunggyu across from her was that his hero outfit was almost identical to hers. his scythe gleamed in an invisible light, and she swore she saw a smirk on his face.
“what are you waiting for? give her a taste of her own medicine.”
the scythe was around her neck, she could see every detail of his eyes. she felt a warm liquid dripping down her chest. her white hair was suddenly stained scarlet.
“sunggyu?”
they were in her apartment now. familiar faces lay cold and lifeless on the floor. baekhyun, subin. their throats were slashed. she felt the familiar cold of sharp metal against her throat. only this time it was his hand. and then he squeezed..
“sunggyu?”
suddenly they were floating far above the city, the wind whipping all around them but oddly not affecting them at all. how would he kill her now?
he wouldn’t.
“soojung, help me! help me! please help me!”
she tried to step forward, but her limbs wouldn’t move.
“why won’t you help me? why are you killing me!?”
suddenly his heart was ripped out of his chest, and she felt something warm in her hand. it was still beating, but his body was already cold.
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a few days can turn into a month within the blink of an eye. for those who can live forever, centuries can feel like hours. they spent so much time alone confined in their paper binds that it still takes soojung awhile before she realizes how much time has passes. she didn’t mean for it to go so long, she didn’t mean to be away from her other halves, it just simply slipped her mind. she felt a deep weight pulling her heart down to her stomach as she approached home, choosing to slip through walls invisibly to save her extra moments. but would they really matter?
the whole place was dark, as usual, but had a feeling of emptiness that startled the phantom. was anyone even here? she kicked off shoes as she walked, her jacket soon following as it hit the floor in a soft thud. she finally saw a figure move under the covers of a bed and sighed softly, frowning slightly. “hey,” she whispered, getting under the covers behind him, pressing her forehead against his back. “don’t you have to work tonight?”
for weeks, the city was basking in the warmth of summer. emptiness had been filled, sunlight seemed brighter and everything felt good. the phantom was absent from her spot at the fruit stand, the dip in her mattress was left empty, those few she cared for unknowing of her location. it was if she had taken all the wandering souls that you felt watching you at night and left town. but she returns just as quickly as she leaves, bringing a deathly autumn with her. chills run down spines from nonexistent breezes, and you swear someone touched your hand. far, far above the city on the highest point, she stands invisible to the naked eye in her true glory. a black hood covers her white as snow hair, her black gown flowing into a cloak that grays towards the ends, ripped and old as she is. her skin looks of cracked marble.
she is dying, yet she is living. an embodiment of limbo for all lost souls to pass through, voluntarily or not. she feasts on the souls of the innocent and the damned, powering her magic even more every second. humanity had tainted her, for that she was ashamed. no more, never again will she get caught up in menial human’s play. everything will have a reason, and if there is no reason, it becomes obsolete. and when things become obsolete,
they no long matter to her.
with long sigh, ectoplasm escapes from her mouth and fills the air above the city before falling downward towards unsuspecting victims. before it hits, it turns into a gaseous form, leaving those with feelings of dread and despair and darkness. those who cannot protect themselves, those who are weak,
nothing was considered normal anymore. but, what is normal? the definition of normal is, “conforming to a standard.” but, times are always changing and so are people. standards change, so you could say normal is existent but also nonexistent. what once was, might not be tomorrow, in an hour, or in a minute.
normal is suddenly a rip in the sky, the very fabric of reality.
mundane is suddenly very, very dangerous.
the sulfur in the air is so thick, you could reach out and grab it with your bare hands. soojung had noticed the smell only moments before the clash of lightning, the flash of lights. it was too real to be theatrics of such a simple science fair. the true being inside of her human shell knew what was happening, she knew it was the work of a being just as darkly made as herself and the other cards.
she abandoned the boy to her left, stepping in between rushing people before disappearing from the human eye all together. but her expectancy of terrified and confused humans never was fulfilled. they all moved as if nothing was happening, slowly piling out of the fair as if in a trance. well, at least there’s less bodies to clean up, she thought. she knew this was going to be a bloodbath, she felt it deep in her soul.
soojung had learned about vacuums in deep space, a scientific human term that was coming true in front of her eyes. she felt herself beginning to be pulled towards the dark pit. it was so dark, even she could not see or sense what was inside. the invisible girl’s hands raise and she is tethered to the floor with a combination of icy ectoplasm and the aid of spirit magic. there was only little emotion in her eyes as she watched those being pulled into the dark hole. if the humans could see, would they call this a Second Coming? a purge of the sinners in the world? true fear sunk in when she saw a familiar vessel. one she found friendship in, one she loved as if they were vases made of the same clay.
her sweet darkness, subin.
soojung’s scream stood out from the rest, but no one could identify the source if they tried. she detached herself from the floor and dove headfirst towards subin, screaming out for her darkness.
she was too late.
subin was gone. she disappeared from her sight and the hole shut up. before sadness could set in, before shock, there was a deafening screech that had the phantom holding her hands to her ears. she looked up to see a larger than life familiar towering over her. the feeling it gave off was so..
intoxicating.
she could feel the power it must have absorbed coming off of it in waves. and moments later, she began to see it was melting.
just a heads up that i will be turning soojung’s anon off for a little while until some unwanted people stop creeping around and sending me just as unwanted messages. thank you~
their life forces may be small and weak, swiftly being ejected from their mothers womb, but their souls were something so tantalizing, so delicious. to pull the soul from the small body caused such a dark joy to the phantom. the little weaklings couldn’t stand a chance. they cried and cried for their mother. she’s dead too, kid. and your father? his body was out in the yard.
did she have to take entire souls? no.
did she want to take entire souls? yes.
she was drunk on power,
filling the empty of her existence
with more and more darkness and strength.
and who says she only took human souls?
she walked through towns with her head inclined towards the sky, her ground being inches above the ground. her skin was like cold, white marble. a crack ran down her left eye to her cheek.
“pandora, pandora, your children are crying,”
her haunting melody could be hear for miles, beneath it, the silence was deafening.
“you opened your box, they hate you for lying.
her body slowly started fade into thin air, starting at the top of her head and finishing at her feet, but her final chorus echoed into the night, leaving deep seated terror in it’s wake.
“why should i? you know what i am, i know what you are. there’s no reason to hide it.”
where sehun had assumed a kinship, soojung felt otherwise. she too at times felt the loneliness of an empty apartment in a strange city, being something no one could ever know about. but that’s what was also the best part about it. being separated was smart and safe. they could live freely if they played it smart and safe, and to her even being in the same town as another card was grounds for her to pack up and move.
that thought, though, wasn’t entirely true.
she had found her friends in darkness and shadows, and even then with all their powers of disguise and escape it felt like she was drowning. what if they were exposed? caught? she didn’t want to pack up and leave, she liked it here. she didn’t want to be captured, not now. not ever again. but now here was this tall stranger, standing his ground. determination, she liked that. not enough to not get rid of him if she needed to. for how, hopefully, she could talk her way out of this and not lose her job. people were beginning to stare.
“because i like it here,” she began, her voice holding a bit more poison than she meant. she stopped, took a breath, then pulled the guy quickly with her behind the stand. her grip was cold and like a vise. “and i don’t want to leave. the more cards in the area, the more likely to get caught. we have our freedom, be happy. now go enjoy it somewhere else. there’s a noodle place down the street if you want food. go nuts.”
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