#beaconharbor:event

[balcoinvice]

@ofdavina  

  With the event of the Fall Brawl going on throughout the city, Sean shouldn’t have been surprised to cross paths with Davina. Looking up, he merely stared at her for a second, glancing between her and the random girl he was speaking to. “Hey-” Sean regarded her presence, whilst also maintaining whatever he had going with the stranger.

[melglaser]

Between Fire and Water // Halloween Writing Challenge

Silence. That’s the first thing Adam noticed. He doesn’t remember how he got there, in the back kitchen of the Boathouse, but there he was next to the counter with a knife in his hand. Frowning at the lack of noise from the front of the house, Adam put the knife down and walked out to see what was going on. From the light streaming into the room he knew that it must be midday, and even if there were no patrons, the music was always on.

As Adam walked out of the kitchen he stopped three steps into the room just to see that, indeed, no one was there, not even the staff. Confused, he walked between the empty tables and stopped in the middle of the room looking outside the large windows. Even the light seemed strange, it had an eerie feeling to it, tinged with a blue tone which didn’t match the slight cloud cover outside. Even the streets were abandoned, no movement for as far as his eyes could see.

Turning away from the windows as he seemed to feel like being hypnotized by the strange light, Adam shook his head and walked over to the counter, hopping onto a bar stool and taking out his cell phone. The witch was about to call Diana to find out if where was something going on that no one was at the harbor, but just to make everything more weird there was no cell reception, which almost never happened there. 

Even more confused as before, Adam pocketed his phone and looked around for some clue as to what happened. That’s when his eyes landed on a water pitcher. Since they bound the circle, the witch misses manipulating water whenever he wants, the way it connected with his mind and soul making him feel like he was one with the element. 

Unable to resist himself, Adam poured himself a glass, but he couldn’t just drink it, yet. Adam watched how the water splashed against the sides of the glass, that was as much control as he could impose on the element. After a couple of minutes of playing with the water, Adam sighed and feeling thirsty, not only his throat but his magical core did as well, he put the glass to his mouth and drained it in a couple of seconds. 

Adam didn’t notice that something was wrong, that that wasn’t water, but that it tasted like alcohol, burning its way down his throat. Coughing, he pressed a hand against his chest as he felt himself burn from the inside, and yet as much as he coughed it just got worse. Barely being able to take any breaths in, Adam scrambled from his seat and grabbed for another pitched filling his glass once again.

By the time he managed to drain the second glass his eyes started to water from the lack of oxygen, only to realize that it also was alcohol. As the need for air got stronger, yet all he could do was cough and cough, Adam run the sink and turned on the tap, cupping water in his hand and drinking it. It took him a few mouthfuls to realize that even that was alcohol. Stepping back in shock, Adam leaned against the counter trying to calm his breathing, hoping that might help.

It took him a few long moments to calm down, finally being able to breathe again, and Adam closed his eyes in relief as he took long deep breaths of air. But something else caught his attention next: the smell of smoke. Opening his eyes he looked around for the source, but the only place where he could see a hint of smoke was around him. Looking down at himself, there was nothing on fire, but yet the smoke continued to swarm around his head.

Adam took a few steps forward to look into the mirrors at the bar only to notice a faint trail of smoke coming out of his mouth and nostrils. He opened his mouth and exhaled only to see darker smoke coming out. Alarmed, Adam leaned forward and opened his mouth wide trying to see down his throat. For a second he seemed to have seen something glow, like sparks, and there it was again. 

That’s when the pain started, as the witch felt himself burn from the inside, coughing Adam turned to the sink only to stop remembering that there was no water, only alcohol. Or? Turning the tap on once again, Adam put his finger under the water and then brought it to his mouth to taste once again the familiar taste of alcohol. As the pain intensified Adam started looking for water, anything, that would stop the flames from within. 

As he started going through the fridge testing each and every bottle only to discover that all of them were alcohol, the smoke started to get thicker making breathing almost impossible. The pain was become unbearable and Adam stumbled over a chair as he felt his insides burn, making him fall to the ground. Clutching at his chest, the witch coughed out more and more smoke, surrounding him as he lay there. Someone is trying to kill me, ran through his mind in that moment, as inhaling became more difficult.

Adam was close to giving up, already checked his phone just to see that he had no signal, not even knowing who was killing him. Was it some random hunter? Or someone he knew? What if they went after the others as well? He couldn’t let that happen, he had to tell them. It was that thought that gave him enough strength to get up from the floor and stumble out of the Boathouse.

Making his way out, Adam walked in the direction of the marina. All the liquids inside might have been switched with alcohol, but not the ocean. That was the only thing that kept him going, he would put out the fire, be it magical or not, and he would warn the others about this. Telling himself that, Adam reached the boat yard and jumped into the water.

The moment Adam crashed into the surface of the ocean, it caught on fire. He could see the dance of the flames from underwater as it spread out as far as he could see. The witch was trapped, to die drowning or burned or both. A small flicker of amusement crossed his mind since only hanging was left, and he would die like the witches did hundreds of years ago. That moment didn’t last long as his lungs burned with more than just fire, but the need to breath as well.

As he was floating, caught between the deep blue and a fiery death, Adam could see no way out of this. Even if he were to make it out of the water, the fire in his lungs would kill him anyway. Admitting his defeat, the witch closed its eyes, opened his mouth to let the end come. 

All of a sudden his eyes sprang open as a large part of the pain in his chest disappeared and no flames illuminated the water anymore. Adam swam to the surface, gasping for the much needed air only to realize that it was pitch black outside. Confused, and drenched, he got out of the water and he could hear distant noise. Embracing himself, feeling like he was freezing after being on fire, Adam made his way to the Boathouse, but stopped when he saw his car outside. 

Getting inside his car, Adam grabbed a sweater he kept there, pulling it on. Still confused from what happened before, he leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, eyes closed, and took some much needed clean air. “What was that?” He whispered out-loud. Whatever it was, it just felt too read to be a dream and he wasn’t even sure he wanted to tell anyone what happened now that his mind was clearing. Exhausted from the whole ordeal, be it that it was just a dream, more than a dream, Adam fell asleep right there and then, and thankfully to a dreamless sleep.

[beaconspierce-blog]

My Mind is the Devil

Now playing: Devil by Soléy

Silence, it echoed all around. With eyelids locked shut, her fingers gripped into the damp, chilling soil. Dirt ached into the cavities between her fingers as they took root into the ground. Stretching in their new home, the tips gasped for air against the carbon filled soil. Her mind raced, searching for the key to open her eyes to the numbing silence. Each twist and turn only beckoned no escape. 

The smell of decay filled the air. Chills of the last breathes soaked into the cedar perfume that seeped from the trees open wounds. What used to be the comforting scent of the seasons now was tampered by the spoiled composition around her. She begged her eyes to open, but not even tears could unlock the confinement they had trapped her in. Will screamed for her attention as innocence begged to keep the door shut. 

“Don’t cry, love.” A voice cooed softly into her ear, damming the flood to a halt. “It’s okay to come out. We’re safe now.” The voice made promises she didn’t know if she could trust. The tone swayed her tears away, yet the doors of her held shut. How could they be safe as she heard the steps of the Grim Reaper fade off into the distance?

“It’s Julia, Katherine.” The voice wouldn’t stop, digging up the roots her hands had created. “You need to open your eyes.” Innocence pleaded against her voice, promising her that safety was within her own mind. If she dared to open the windows, turn on the lights, they would find her. Innocence begged to be hid as the truth knocked on every door. 

“What are you so afraid, Katherine?” Julia’s voice grew tired of asking, now it demanded. “We killed the m o n s t e r s. We’re safe now.” The monsters were gone? She had killed the monsters. Each one of them. Pride overcame innocence, breaking through every locked door. 

“Was that so hard?” Her eyes met the girl’s, wide with wonder. The roots escaped the ground, pushing her to her feet. With open eyes, she stared at the graves marked by tree headstones. She walked, looking at the lifeless bodies that shown no face. 

Finally, she reached the end of the open tomb, each body showing no face. As she stepped forward, a familiar strand of hair blew in the wind. Sympathy anchored her, pulling her under. Gently, she brushed a piece of hair from the face below. As she pushed it away, she gasped looking at her own reflection, dead on the ground.

“She was the biggest one.” Julia laughed as she stood next to her, hand laying on her shoulder. She tried to close her eyes, but innocence could not be found. Instead, she laid dead in front of her. “The ends justify the means, Katherine.”

Katherine shook awake, tears stinging her eyes with a cry for help forming in her throat. It burned as she choked it down. The nightmare that haunted her sleep was nothing more than the reality she could never change. She rose from the bed, and walked to the mirror. Staring at her reflection, a voice behind her echoed.

“She’s not coming back anytime soon.” 

The emptiness remained in her eyes as vengeance filled her heart. Innocence wouldn’t come home until it was safe.