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one MANIAC at a time, we will take it back !
fearophile:
Unity tried to hide his relief, a faint smile washing over his face. He brought his head up to look Aaron in the eyes. He didn’t like what he saw.
He looked distraught, terrified. Unity never wanted to see Aaron like this, but here he was. Unity wanted to cry.
“Aaron I…I never wanted to hurt you,”
“...but... you... did...”
The chair dissipated, leaving Unity to sit on the ground.
fearophile:
Unity obliged, trying to hide his fear. “We used to split up on jobs, remember? But we always found each other. And I would just sink into your arms. I got scared really easily. I still do. But now I have flashbacks too.” Unity paused, that was beside the point.
“I remember how we’d dance. One time we parked up the van and listened to music all night. Vivi put on a slow song to tease us, but it ended up being one of the most passionate dances I ever experienced.”
“...I... remember...”
The lesser ghosts retreated, hiding themselves within Aaron’s blue heart.
“...I... do... remember...”
limeliit:
“…an explanation on how to properly gut fish!”
Phew. That was a close one. Aaron’s grim expression instantly switched into a flashy, excitable one.
“Last time I saw him he said he’d properly teach me how to gut a fish. Could never get it right myself.”
He mimed it in his hand, nearly slicing his own fingers in the process.
“What were you thinking I was implying, Gwen?”
She took in the grin, the explanation, and how she probably looked threatening to call law enforcement and let out a large sigh, appearing contrite and really, really tired. “I - I’m sorry. I’m just a bit riled up right now.” How long until she can use her vacation days again? “Things get kinda crazy around here and I jumped to conclusions.”
“But… do you seriously need Campbell to teach you how to do that? Can’t you just Viewtube it?”
“Viewtube?”
Aaron cocked his head as he sheathed the blade to put it back on his keyring. He straightened out his counselor shirt - emphasizing on how rugged and dirtied it looked.
Electronics, let alone civilization, wasn’t something he was all too familiar with.
fearophile:
Unity sighed as he noticed the flames still. Mere inches from his face, the heat was almost unbearable. But somehow, the memories of him and Aaron filled him with nostalgia, even as he was trying to kill him. He couldn’t help but smile.
“I…I remember how we used to lie in the back of the van. Just talking to each other. The TV was on, but we never watched it. You never liked the quiet.” Unity began, breathing heavily. “I remember the long car journeys, and you would moan because I was busy driving. You used to say I talked to Mystery” He laughed a little at the memory. “You kissed me in the middle of a job - not far from this mansion here. It was so sweet. So passionate. I was in love with you from the moment we first met, Aaron. Nothing can change that.”
“...”
The flames died down, revealing Aaron in his current state to Unity.
“...tell... me... more...”
fearophile:
“Fuck!”
Unity screamed, rocking back and forth on his chair in anguish. He looked up through the flames, with pleading eyes. He didn’t want to die. Not without Aaron.
“Aaron - please! I’m sorry!” The ghost hunter begged, trying to reach out to Aaron, the bindings at his wrists forbidding him from doing so.
“…give… me… one… good… reason…”
At this point, Aaron was still folded on the floor - but the flames inched closer and threatened to catch clothing on fire at any moment in time.
“I-I love you - Aaron! I wouldn’t have done a thing to hurt you! Surely you remember?” Unity plead, face distraught and hyperventilating. His hands twitched, as if (by some miracle) he would be able to reach out to Aaron. As if Aaron would take him in his arms and all would be well. “I don’t want to die without you!”
“...”
Aaron stopped the flames from shrinking around Unity. They didn’t dissipate - they stayed, ever burning, ever turning.
fearophile:
“Fuck!”
Unity screamed, rocking back and forth on his chair in anguish. He looked up through the flames, with pleading eyes. He didn’t want to die. Not without Aaron.
“Aaron - please! I’m sorry!” The ghost hunter begged, trying to reach out to Aaron, the bindings at his wrists forbidding him from doing so.
“...give... me... one... good... reason...”
At this point, Aaron was still folded on the floor - but the flames inched closer and threatened to catch clothing on fire at any moment in time.
fearophile:
Unity wanted to hold Aaron close. Keep him near to him and kiss away the pain he was feeling. He didn’t want to get hurt, though. So he just sat there - motionless.
“Aaron I- I still love you. God or no god. We just need to make this work. We can make this work.”
“...he... abandoned... me!”
The flames burst into life, encircling Unity in a wreath of rage. It circled ever so closer to him, threatening to burn him alive.
fearophile:
Three words he never expected Aaron to say - Unity looked visibly shook by the sentence. He shook his head. Unity never worshipped a god - but he had accepted the existence of one. How else would demons exist? But, then again, if Aaron - the most christian man he knew - didn’t pass over, maybe the now-ghost had a point.
“Aaron…do you really mean that?”
“If... he... is...”
Aaron got down to his knees, putting ghostly hands on top of them.
“...then... he... abandoned... me...”
fearophile:
“I tried! I tried! I used the cross you gave me, the prayers you taught me! I tried everything I could but it just…infected me!” Unity was pleading now, desperately begging for Aaron to just let him live. “It was all too much. Just too much. I can’t sleep at night knowing what I did to you. Mystery…he bit off my arm to bring me back to my senses. I can’t look at it without the flashbacks getting to me.”
“I’ve never loved anyone like you before! Why can’t you believe me?”
“...”
Aaron’s floating spirit touched the ground, and the flames around Unity’s waist died - but the lesser ghosts remained.
“...God... isn’t... real...”
fearophile:
Unity tried to remain calm. Collected. This would be fine - he just had to tell the truth. That’s all he could do.
“We were in the mansion together, and you were looking for that demon - remember? You were so busy looking down the…the chasm that neither of us noticed the demon. It was…behind me. Possessing me.” Unity choked up a little, realising what he had to say. “I wasn’t strong enough, Aaron. It made me kill you.”
“...”
The flames seemed to die down for just a moment before flaring back to life.
“...you... weren’t... strong... enough!”
fearophile:
“If you kill me now…you won’t be able to hear the truth.” Unity spluttered out between desperate breaths. He could hear the faint, warning beeps of his energy tracker from across the room. He didn’t want to die.
“Aaron…I love you…I didn’t kill you…I never would have dreamed of it.”
“...”
The flames died down - but quickly reformed to conjure a chair. The lesser ghosts forced Unity into the chair, wrapping around wrists and ankles to keep him in place. Soft fire tied him at the waist.
“...tell... me...”
fearophile:
“Aaron I’m sorry! I’m sorry I- I didn’t mean for it to hurt you. The demon…” He began begging, squirming slightly in the grasp of the fire. His words were a mess, his mind flooded with images of him and Aaron. The good old days.
“You need to let me go. You know I could…banish you. And I don’t want to do that.”
“Be… quiet!”
The flames tightened their grip as smaller, lesser ghosts came to take Unity’s equipment away. They floated away, dropping them a few meters behind Aaron.
“You… killed… me!”
“No I didn’t!”
The words came out loud. Angry. Desperate. He needed to get Aaron’s attention, any way possible. He wanted to live, goddammit! He needed to live for both of them - that’s what he always told himself.
“Just listen to me!”
“Give... me... one... reason...”
The tendrils tightened their grip - but lessened the heat.
“...for... me... to... not... kill... you...”
limeliit:
“Oh he owes me a lot.”
Aaron unhooked the switchblade from his loop, unsheathing the blade.
“Starting with an explanation.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Gwen yelled, jumping back at the sight of the weapon. Shit - who the hell is this psycho? Anger and fear swirled inside her - where the hell was David when she needed backup?!
“Put that away! There are children on these grounds! Don’t make me call the cops on your punk ass!” She pulled out her phone for emphasis, praying to the RT&T gods to give her a decent enough signal.
“...an explanation on how to properly gut fish!”
Phew. That was a close one. Aaron’s grim expression instantly switched into a flashy, excitable one.
“Last time I saw him he said he’d properly teach me how to gut a fish. Could never get it right myself.”
He mimed it in his hand, nearly slicing his own fingers in the process.
“What were you thinking I was implying, Gwen?”
limeliit:
“How about in excess?”
Aaron tried his damn best to keep his composure around Gwen - fidgeting with a sheathed switchblade hooked on his belt loop.
“Say, have you seen Cameron around here?”
@cynicalcampcounselor // x
Gwen acknowledged the man with the barest hint of interest, choosing not to answer the first question. This was not how she pictured spending her day off. “Campbell hasn’t been on the premises since the summer began, who knows where he ran off to.”
Given that he was, apparently, wanted by the government, she didn’t think he’d be coming back anytime soon. “Look man, what do you want? Does he owe you money or something?”
“Oh he owes me a lot.”
Aaron unhooked the switchblade from his loop, unsheathing the blade.
“Starting with an explanation.”
look............. at him.....................................................