Gum Bubbles
Alfien casually walked down the street, bat swung over her shoulder and a hand in her jacket pocket. The original plan was to go to the bar, see if some poor sucker decided to flirt with her. But for some reason, she wasn’t really into it. She just wanted to walk around by herself tonight.
She weaved her way through dark alleyways, staring more at the ground than what was ahead of her. She blew a red gum bubble, but never let it pop. Instead, she blew into it as much as she could, and just when it was about to burst, she let up on the pressure, returning the gum to its rightful place; her mouth. After months of doing this, she could do this without any accidents. Well, if she was paying attention, that is. To her, it was relaxing. It felt like she was controlling the destiny of someone.
It was her choice whether the gum bubble popped or if it returned unharmed.
It was her choice if the gum bubble even returned.
It wasn’t her choice if she was injured or if she returned unharmed.
It wasn’t her choice if she even returned.
She hated that fact. The minute she had been born, her fate had already been decided. She was to run little errands for The King, Alphonse, until her final breath. Which, by the way, he controlled as well. If he wanted her to live, she had to live. If he wanted her to die, guess who’s luck just ran out? Hers. If she disobeyed, or even had the thought of disobeying cross her mind, she was either dead, or was gonna get beat within an inch of her life. After all, a king has no use for subjects that don’t obey. At least, that was what he said.
Honestly, it was a surprise he didn’t kill her yet, though she assumed that was because she always listened in the end. No matter what she said, she’d always listen. Or maybe he just enjoyed hurting her. With all the scars on her that came from previous times she had said the wrong thing, that’s what many others would probably say.
The more she thought about these things, the angrier she got. She wasn’t “The Fisher”. She wasn’t his slave. She was Alfien, and she was her own unique person with her own wants and her own way of doing things, and NOTHING HE could do would change that. But boy, he sure knew how to make her submit. Even if it required a little bloodshed.
Alfien lost control over the gum bubble, and it popped. She quickly spit it out. After doing so, she stared at it, and suddenly she was Alphonse and that piece of gum was every shadow he ever made.
He used them.
He stretched them out as far as they could go.
And when they finally popped? When they finally got brave enough to revolt?
He spit ‘em out, like the useless piece of trash they ended up being.
After receiving this revelation, Alfien turned and ran.
She ran away from the gum.
She ran away from her thoughts.
She ran away from her fears.
She ran away from reality.
She ran away from HIM. ——————————————————————– Let it be known that the shadows were created by @gimmethescience and @cherrybombfresh Alphonse was made by Cherrybombfresh
I’m not sure I did this correctly, but you know. Here. First written work with Alfien, whoo-hoo!
