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[surrealinkrpstories]

Decayed Creeper

Tassa: 

▲

#TriggerWarning #StalkerCheckingIN #CreeperStatus

Riding the current back out wasn’t as easy as falling into it. I stumbled many times with a tab here or snort there. It never seemed enough. I had hoped I would lose my phone so I wouldn’t have to live with the response back I’d get. 

Shace who didn’t even know who I was. Maybe he wouldn’t even care. Or reply. I whined wiping my nose of wetted spidered red splatters of hatred of myself.

My nose was bleeding… 

The embarrassment I felt was overwhelming. I needed to forget. To erase the yesterdays’ mistakes. It wasn't yesterday though. 

A week maybe? 

More?

I'd been so…. Lost. How many days had it been? Where was my stuff? The hands of here and now pull me back. Don't leave. Don't go. Stay. Party. The bag was running thin. To get more. To find more. 

To… my brother. Oh Brother… I sobbed a small cry. My chest ached. My mind was chaotic and rambled this way and that. My own mess I'd made but I had no want...not yet. To leave. No please. Not yet. 

"I can get more..." I whispered to the room the music so loud it rocked my body with it. The fingers holding me so close now clung to me now for more. Give me more. Get more. The skeleton pieces of scrap weathered looks of dull eyes and lulled peace of nothingness. Come back they begged. Don't leave us like this. Withdrawn and achy. 

Do you feel my descent Shace? Would you care? I miss you. I shouldn’t have ruined us. Ruined me. What was I doing… I had you. That's all that mattered. Why did I fall back into old traps?

My fingers tremble in fear of what I must look like. How I must look outwardly after the time I spent here in this shit hole. I still cared which meant that everything rushed back as I waited by the mailbox of the Schneider brothers. Fingers tracing along the red little flag. Red flags. Red flags. Come back to me… I could feel his plea… almost as if he was here as if I knew what his voice would say or his mind. Like I knew him at all. I dug the bones of my palm into my temple. Snap out of it. 

The Schneider brothers were twin German pricks but they were my pricks. When I needed to party I came to them. They would shut down the block and we’d party. 

Luka and Finn, the little big shits’ they were but they always had my back. 

Luka was a big motha effa, he had a beard that was braided like some viking god. He never wore a shirt. Like ever, he had tattoos up and down his arms. He knew of my fascination for his artist. He knew I would kill his ass if he tried anything funny. I followed him one day to see where he got his ink. It all fell into place like a neat little present. Just for me.

Finn had adapted the full gangsta look rolled up button up with a toothpick in the corner of his mouth except for the bright teal mohawk he sported. Idiot. They kept me alive most of the time. They also were employed by my brother time and time again when they weren’t on their own venture deal. They had tried to milk me for money and my brother put those little fucks in their place with a well placed glock to the temple. 

So they were my go to party spot. Their little shit hole house that played as the biggest front ever was just that a shit box. But it was the best place to party and not give a fuck. I came here when I needed to forget or just… float away. 

Mister new goonie who was delivering me more goods… drove up in a new mercedes. Cute. My brother must have been paying him well. I was impressed. This one was making money. He didn't even stop, not really, slowed to an idle, my brother was busy he said and tossed a larger bag this time at me. 

"Your brother says to come home when you're done here..." The goonie made a motion with his finger and hand at all this. 

The house. 

The people. 

The madness I was falling into.

I laughed, cackled really at his joke because if I was done I'd be dead. I slapped my hand on the car and muttered "Buh bye..." 

The drugs only lasted another week maybe...and I was back in Patricia's office. 

“Did you have fun?” Patritica asked as I settled my ass into the seat with a wiggle and sipped my coffee. Before I came here I had toxed at my brothers. He took care of me like he always did. 

“I am here Patricia, what more do you want?” My mind was slow, and unfocused. 

“I want you to call Shace,” She said matter of factly as if I hadn’t just spiraled out of control. As if I hadn’t lost all my sanity. I hadn’t seen him in… too long. Too long without him. I was dying. I was wasting away. My eyes couldn't even look at my phone but I was trying to be confident as I pulled up his number. 

My mind swirled in colors of rainbows and ugly oil sludge as I waded through the thickness in hopes of hearing him. To finally tell him I loved him. Was it too crazy to tell him right off the bat? Would he find it endearing and cute? Or crazy and fucking nutter butttered. My thumb hovered over the green phone. 

Waiting. What was I waiting for? My breaths came out quickly and erratically as tears fell slow rivers down my face. What if he didn’t want me after this. What if I changed our whole… dynamic and he pressed charges. The ‘what ifs’ killed my insides with a ragged knife dragging my intestines out for all to see. 

I’d give him just one call. 

One word. 

My thumb slapped the green and I put it on a speaker as Patricia would want. I raised my eyes up to hers and she looked concerned. I was sobbing in the chair, almost inconsolable. I was fucked. It went straight to voicemail as if his phone was dead or off… my voice shook and hiccuped as I sucked the drool from falling out when his voice said his name. 

“Hi… Hi,” my tears stopped and I was so excited. Overwhelmingly excited it choked in my throat as I tried to gain perspective quickly. I took a deep breath. Fuck it. Give it my all. “Shace, Hi, this is Natasha Preston, Tassa, I really miss you. I hope you loved your gifts! I fell down the rabbit hole… I’m sorry, I’ll do better.”

But at this point… probably not. I gave too much. I couldn't do better. I wouldn’t break my habit of falling. I would do it again… and soon.

"That's a step…" Patricia had started but the rest of what she had said blurred into monotoned nothingness. I was drifting. Falling. I would be lost once again. I found myself outside of the shop. On the bench across the street. My knees to my chest. Sketching in a new journal. Swirls and shading. Fingers smeared with inks and charcoal. I was losing time. Drifting away. 

Hair dulled and muted pastels from going so long between coloring. I felt my hair. I felt the ground swallowing me. Maybe the Schneider brothers would take a trip to New York with me. Run with me. I was dying inside. The fight was gone.

"Would you miss me when I'm gone?" I asked the page as I smudged the line of his rose tattoo behind his ear… talking to the page as if it were him here beside me now.

My hand reached out to grab him as if he had been here. Sitting beside me all along. 

Time was floating away. The lights above flickered on as I looked up from my pad. Day was gone and he hadn't manifested just my own delusional bask of nothingness. 

×

[surrealinkrpstories]

Decayed Creeper

I still burn for you… 

Addicted. 

Obsessed. 

My eyes refocus on Patricia she was writing on her tablet with her stupid digital pen thing. I was rolling a pill in my pocket that I’d taken from Preston’s stash. 

She was waiting for me to say something, to do something. 

“I swore I wouldn’t fall in love. I knew that was a lie when I first laid eyes on him.” 

“Him, being Shace?” I made a face at the way she said your name as if she knew. I stayed in the penthouse for a while. To break the “fantasy” but it didn’t. It made me want to rush off to see him. It was like an itch that hadn’t been scratched and now was burning its way through me to be seen. To be touched. 

I let Bubba see me around. Being the little sister of the annoyance of the past. Bubba would ask very few questions but seemed less annoyed with my presence. I stuck to my own stomping ground. He even introduced me to his newest Goonie. He had given me a bag of goodies to do with as I wanted for a “party of one” but to him, he probably thought I'd be out at a rave somewhere selling. In the past, I’d come home with bills to be deposited on his desk. I missed my brother, but being away from Shace was….

“Do you remember when you told me that being alive hurts?” Patricia draws my attention back. 

“Yes,” I replied. “What does that have to do with anything?” 

She wants me to forget you. My mind was replaying the last time I had seen you. I had literally been so close. My hands touched ever so quickly but the moment had come and gone so quickly. 

I doubted you noticed anyway. 

She wants me to forget that you even exist. 

How could I know you're out there and the reason I breathe to this day. I left the hospital with one plan… to find a way to end it again if I couldn’t set eyes on you. 

How could…. 

She thinks you weren’t a big part of my life even if you didn’t know I existed. 

“Why don’t you call him?” She asked a knowing smirk on her face… one that said I didn’t know your number. That I was making so much of this… illusion of love up. I pulled my phone out with a laugh and found your name on my phone. 

I gave you a nickname of Puddin’ in my phone. In my mind I’m as fucked up are Harley Q and you are my Joker. The dark knight of jokes and smiles that are fake and forced. That he is one foot in madness and the other in controlled chaos. That he is constantly warring with himself, and maybe he will one day war with me. 

“See!” I turned my phone around to show her I did in fact have it. I had gotten it from the shop to share the images of ideas I had for our appointment. I laughed because I never sent anything… yet. 

I wasn't ready to. 

She was waiting for me to do something… 

So I bit the bullet. 

Vague. 

Be Vague. 

‘I know I haven't been around in a while… but I will soon. Thinking of you. Xoxo.’ 

I had sent it before I could put too much thought into the action. I was absolutely scared of the repercussions of it. He would have proof now. He would know my number. It wasn’t even a burner phone. My brother taught me better than that. I had blown all of my shit up at that moment. 

“Do you need me to up your dose?” Patricia gauged as she watched me lean forward silencing my phone and stuffing it in the bottom of my bag. The burner phone had been in there too why had I not…. I flipped off Patricia and walked out the door. 

I crushed that pill up and snorted it. The drugs had been stashed in the bottom of my satchel before this appointment. For just in case I needed something. Or to give one or a dozen to the group at our next group therapy session. 

The next few days had been a daze of missed thoughts and vibrant details as I numbed the pain of existence. 

Rabbit hole inks smear. 

I didn’t go to the shop, his shop, or the penthouse. I didn’t find myself in the burbs where Preston had tried to leave me in blissful happiness. 

I was in a shit box of a house, pressed close to many others as the music was made of colors. I swam up the canal of watercolors. The walls were breathing and the house was walking us around the world. 

I was finding my place in the world and I didn’t want to be anywhere else…. Find my home. 

I begged the house to take me away as arms lifted me from the crowd and I surfed into the ocean of freedom. 

[surrealinkrpstories]

DecayedCreeper

~*: Key to happiness is just a dreamcatcher :*~

My skin was on fire with the touch of the needles. My face reddened with each shading dipped edge. My body was so aware of his presence. I felt the stare. Awareness of me being near. I was not in his seat. I was in another's. It felt like cheating... But alas this was a dream.

There's no way I was this close to

@ShadesOfInkk without being on top of him. The color was coming together and ripping into my skin with vengeance. The pain was a pleasure and I felt every pass of the ink. I was in love with more than the feeling of this moment. It was him.

I'd been wanting to be near. To feel to be. But my life and his hadn't actually passed through. I wanted to reach out, and I did but I had no idea if he would take my hand or not. Could our subconscious minds be seeking out from the void to meet one another?

Or was this a drugged up delusion? My mind playing a game of cat and mouse...

[phoenixprophecydrekidivinations]

Ruby Rose

“is she a goddesss?” a voice poised a question close by.  “No, stupid she is a human!” another voice responded closer to my ear with a pang of pain and an, "ah ha she bleeds!" cawed it again in victory.

“Yours the stupid one she is already bleeding there, there and there.’ as each there... was puntuated a peck was left in its wake.  I tried to swat at whatever was making the pain but the woosh of wind and rustling of soft thuds and cawing followed. The air smelled sulfuric.

Had Rusty finally,,,, The rustling of nearby continued. Had it finally come to be? Had he finally? My broter... my eyes burned with tears leaking. "It cries...." "Gross...."

I didn't care. My mind wandered from my body. From the scavengers. This place. Detached. Floating. Wings slicing through the air. Orange skies. This was not home. Panic set in. Was this the inside of the beast's belly? Had I become lunch?

Was this absorbed?  It felt like being ripped apart one molecule at a time but also gaining new ones. Becoming one. Even thoughts you didn't own. Now your own. The seam, a rip in time and space opened. The floor had fallen away. Tanked me. Dropped me.

I didn't feel him. Rusty! I cawed into the sky. Diving towards my body at the ravens pecking at my body. My essence flowed back to myself as I rolled onto my knees in agony. The scream that left my body was hoarse and broken... I gripped a handful of dry earth.

Where the fuck am I? Brother.... what did you do? How could you leave me alone after preparing for this... #DrekiDivinations

[phoenixprophecydrekidivinations]

Rusty Jude And Ruby Rose Dreki

×|×

Rusty: Destruction would be inevitable. Ruby, my ruby… systur, was on my ass to make friends. To be something more than just this… sack of shit.

'Settle down.'

'Be a part of society.'

She knew the troubles and pains I went through to act normal. Normal was a human construct and human I was not. I was a giant among men. 

'Act the part, Rusty… be the man of the family and contribute.' 

She always had all the good things to say. She always knew what to say to bring him back down. 

Young and malleable as I was… life as  dreki was decades...millenia… immortal if the transformation stuck. So being human was foreign. 

Ruby would head into town with all those others around as if nothing was bothering her. She had played dutiful daughter to the family who didn’t much care about either of us. Well besides that one of us was one with the power. 

Dreki Dragon. 

Our Nanny who we had been placed in the care of had been our only family when our blooded family was wiped out. Nothing left. The Dreki line was destined for destruction. Of one another and of ourselves. Ruby was a loving child, whereas I was not. I brooded on my own. Cried very little, and needed little to no attention. We were the last of Dreki and we had been created, spawned to do one thing. 

Bring back the dragon. 

Or so the tales from our childhood had been told to us. 

We were the weapon that would rain flames on earth.

Ruby always laughed at the word, spawn. 

I never thought of our family as one, since we were raised by a nanny from birth. Probably conception as there were no pictures of our "mother" actually being pregnant with us. There was no doubt in our lineage when puberty brought about the fire hellscape of Ruby and myself. 

Ruby had discipline and control. She was given wings of fire... where I did not have any control at all. engulfed in flames as my voice changed and gained 10 inches on everyone around me. 

Nanny Rose took care of us the best she could until her illness had taken her from this world. She was dying from a sickness I knew that came from our flames. The smoke inhalation. Lung cancer from the years of battling our outbursts… mine. She had told Ruby that she lived a long life and caring for us had been the best of all her years. I had refused to leave the manor to see her at the end. Ruby was my go-between. I didn’t love her or our mother and father who had been killed in a plane crash when Ruby and myself had been but twelve years old.

Ruby was my only source of what love was. 

Like a Phoenix that is rebirthed, Ruby had my heart inside of her as she absorbed my very essence from within the womb or so I always thought. I was hard and reclused. She was lively and outgoing. 

We were of one soul and she got all of the goodness.

Ruby was not just my twin but a mirror image.

Life-linked. 

My insides were burning and no matter the amount of pull and ease that Ruby would yank away if I wasn’t near she couldn’t take it all. I hated burning her but it was the only way. I wasn’t meant to be near beauty and life, I would taint it, pull into the darkness of ash.

The walk from the Manor had been long. Too long. Gone too far. Traveling by foot was slow practice but something? Had been calling to me, to my inner fire, ebb and flow through my veins as I listened for the thrumming beat. The soft fluttering of lashes and a musical beat that yanked on a cord I hadn’t known was attached. 

Ruby wasn’t at the Manor she wouldn’t be able to ease this roiling mess I had simmered into. 

Do you hear me? 

Insecurities filling my gut with bile and cold hatred. 

Life was never the same…

×|×

Ruby: Brother… I could feel his pull. The need to release the pressure of power and fire. I was too far away. I’d gone too long. My fingers ran along with the fabric swatches laid out in front of me, as I tried to not wipe the sweat that formed on my brow. I was shaky and feeling sick. 

Where he heard 'Settle down.' I had urged him to soothe the beast within.

When he misinterpreted me 'Be a part of society.' from ‘please brother… you can be so much more for the community if you just tried!’

Being the oldest by mere minutes… or hours, I had no idea as it was just all told to us by Nanny Rose. When she had passed I had more knowledge of what we had truly done to her. That she was our surrogate and that we were Dreki but also hers. We had taken her life in the first heartbeats on the monitor.  I’d been waiting on a crossroads waiting for the day I wasn’t a part of it. I reveled in it. Face warmed by the sun as Nash ran a finger along with the dip of the apple of my cheek. He wasn’t my forever as I didn’t have one. I knew long before it came that I wasn’t the strong one. 

His arm comes around my waist and he whispers that the fabric of my dress felt nice. I smiled and nodded because I had chosen it just for that. His fingers pull me in close and his breath was toothpaste sweet and cold. I liked him. He was always cold and to my heated flesh, it was a nice change to life. I smiled as his handheld onto mine and his eyes carried me away with a two-step side to side, one back and one forward. I laughed as he stumbled twice but never once gave up. That was adorable. 

‘Ruby… please…’ I could hear his pleading. He rumbled along the chain to pull me in. I smiled resting my palm along Nash’s chest as I lay my cheek against it. 

“Thank you…” I whispered to Nash and the release of Rusty’s yanking. 

I felt the pull he was feeling. The absorption long before it came upon us. I had so much more to do. I was saddened I hadn’t prepared him more for this… 

“You’re welcome Ruby, have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?” He said for what seemed like the hundredth time. It wasn’t annoying just he was nervous. So was I. 

I could feel the simmering heat. The all-consuming rage of fire. 

×|×

Rusty: It had been written so long ago… I sighed rubbing my hand along my face trying to rub away the past. This journey of discovery of being the one wasn’t what had been described to us as children. Divinations of Dreki. Written in the cards long ago. It was of one shitty event after another. She was waiting, always within me. Her hugs had been the best. Warmth and comfort. Fresh baked cookies and never yelled if I cried. She was after all a part of me now. She was the only reason I ever ventured into the human world. I did not need interactions without her; she took care of everything. 

Systur. Lest I blaze alive the staff or life out in the world. 

I had fired all the manor’s staff once she was gone. There was no use for them without her, and no one to keep them away from my wing of the manor or hers. I didn’t kill them... I just shocked them with my presence and told them all to leave. Telling them was an understatement as I descended the stairs at my normal time the maid, butler, and cook had still been in the foyer. 

‘Waiting for me,’ her voice was soft and melodic as she spoke within. She was there still. Always. ‘I would pay every Friday at the end of the day…’

It was Friday… ‘Don’t hurt them!’ I had lost a whole week. I had no use for them or this information. I needed her. Not… a remembrance of what she did for me and this place.

“Leave!” I growled. Shock… utter shock from their faces as I stared down the stairs at their audience. Did they not hear me? Or did they not care? 

‘Oh, they care, but they are just not used to seeing or hearing you speak!’ she again added with sadness. I was isolating more, this would… make her accusations correct that I wouldn’t be one with the world. I would be taken from it. Ruthless tyrant. 

“Leave now…” The anger in my voice was at myself, at this power… but I didn’t need anyone to see. The fire had escaped from my mouth with each word. It had come as a shock to me and them… 

The sword shot from my arm, an extension of myself, as I pointed at them. 

It grew on scales of life from within me as I had pointed my fingers in their direction. The anger boiled from within at their very presence. She escaped… My Systur. Her essence reimaged as a crow on the wind of shadows with flames for wings. Her words were lost in the song she was disseminating. Singing in my ear as she whipped around the foyer. I got lost in her dance as she twinkled just for me, she was alive just for me. My fingers tried to ruffle feathers but she stayed just out of my grasp. 

Time passed… she would escape from me when needed. 

The Dreki manor had become… desolate and decayed with age and time. I couldn’t allow others to see me, her, this place, to discover what I was or what I had done to her. She was no more than a memory in this place. To me she was everything. 

The fire was all-consuming; it drew from me and begged to be released. 

The moment… the memory… it plagued me as it had exploded from within and consumed her. 

Targeting her. 

She had been my everything. 

My twin. 

My sister had been lost to the void. To the fire that fueled my soul. I had absorbed her. Essense and all. She had been my everything. I never wanted anything other than her. It was all-consuming, her into me. It was inevitable. Written in the legends of our family. 

We were a chimera.

Dragon born. The fire within had been calling to take her in. 

That was one thing she gave me… discipline. Control. 

Or what she tried to do anyway. 

Anger had other means to get what it wanted. Chaos. It was the only emotion that was felt most of the time. 

Ruby!

Her name got caught in my mind playing in a loop. 

My sister Ruby. 

Ruby. 

Ruby. 

She was one with me now. Even her balance was off. She was her, but also she fed on the fire. She gave me the balance I needed to venture out. Not just be the creeping stalker in the bush. The neon lights of the underworld of depravity glowed in the distance as I crept closer. Hands deep in my pockets as I kept my head down walking along the edges. The lights, sounds, and the atmosphere was overstimulating. My eyes burned with glowing heat and my hands were vibrating to be released. Her wings were fluttering in my ear to be set free. 

“I’m fine… brother,” she replied to my wanting to set her free and to allow her time in the world she loved. Her urging to be free was there but what part of that was her or what part of it was the fire? 

The Dreki?

The flip from balance to chaos was. “Set me free!” The unnatural caw pleading within was numbing. She was reaching, seeking, finding the edges of the seams of my resolve to find that which I was holding close. 

My control. 

A body slammed into my front and my hands burned into flesh as I attempted to brace myself and them. The flames licked along my body burning the clothes that had been attached by buttons and zippered fashion now an ash pile as the crowd broke free from my presence. Some were screaming and cursing their god… Most were frozen in shock. 

“RUN!” someone from the crowd yelled and I couldn’t help but abide by their plea and I shot out of the scene. Ruby had clawed free-flying alongside me as I ran through the crowd and into the darkness of the trees. The sparse trees of a park had become a forest, and the forest became a dirt road onto the manor. 

I had carried us home. 

The flames slowed to a simmering heat of steam off flesh as I crashed into the doors of the Manor, and then tumbled face-first onto the floor of the foyer. My vision groggily blurred edges of slow blinked wisped black feathers tickling my nose in a goodbye. Her body conformed to my face as she softly embraced me in the only way she could. The embers smelled of fresh backed cookies and love… this was all Ruby. It swept me away. “Goodbye, Brodir.” her voice was the last I heard before I had fallen to the darkness that surrounded me.  

The silence was deafening. How long had I been out? My hand ran along my face as I sat up in the foyer, my flesh warmed by the heat within but the snow had been flowing in all around me as I had no concern to close the door when I had tumbled inside. Kicking my foot out to push the door closed as I lay back in the puddle of moisture that was the melted snow. 

"Ruby?" My eyes scanned the beams above for her flaming feathers but she was nowhere to be seen. My heart ached and pulsed in the pain of her absence. 

My body ached. It was in pain from the prior events and the energy spent. My vision blurred with every movement. My head was splitting apart at the seams. I could feel the void where she had been… I scanned the beams above me. It was just me now. I could feel it. The spot was vacant. The rafters are empty. I was alone. The sadness crept in, filling my insides with despair. It was finally over and she had been fully absorbed. 

She was my family, it's all that mattered. She was all that mattered. The scales engulfed my being. I bellowed into the ceiling, bone cracked, neck rotated as I roared a stream of lava… looking at my hands that exploded into talons. This was the prophecy. The dragon was born. His only thought was on a treasure that he was honing in on. Something that was lost to this world. ×|×

[phoenixprophecydrekidivinations]

Rusty and Ruby Rose

Ashes everywhere. My mistakes are my own, and his are mine too. Constantly reminded of my irish twins needs. No one can control him... But, I'm his keeper. #DecayedTooth original w/

@RageTwiDragon

Rusty: Dust your shoulders off as I've left some ash upon your soul!

Ruby: Ash falls everywhere you go Brother it is inevitable. I will clean the mess up you leave behind.

Rusty: This is why you are the eldest and wisest!

Ruby: We know that I needed to ready the world for your arrival and be prepared to be your anchor.

Rusty: §Chuckles softly§ Really Sister? How did you ready the world at a mere 19 months older? §Eyes searching her mudded green eyes, blazing with flecks of gold that mirrored my own with a dull glow that mine blazed. A roaring fire waiting to be released.§ Anchor... Is truth!

Ruby: *Releasing a heavily held breath... He loves in his own way. He cares in his own time. I leaned my forehead closer, stepping one foot at a time, until it connected into his sweat beads. Humming and shushing. Like so many other times. I couldn't burn, but the heat was exhausting. What had started as a banter driven moment between siblings became the reason for their... Why he would always need... The air sizzled around them. Ash was falling... It was the end of days in their bubble. Calm before the storm. *