#drabbles 01

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                                                    n i g h t m a r e  ☾ a drabble

     With a blink, he was back. Back in his house, the black and white wallpaper decorating his bedroom. He remembered this, the first time he and Nance ever had sex -- it was seared into his memory. She was standing there, eyes so big and bright, a shy smile on her face. Her nose was pink from being cold and she said, “Privacy, please?”

     Of course he obliged, he wouldn’t dare break her rules. He turned away and waited, fingers absently playing with the towel ‘round his neck.

     “Steve?” Nancy said behind him. He turned to look, but this was not something he remembered. Instead of Nancy slipping her top off, looking like some kind of innocent beam of moonlight, she was staring off in the corner. Steve glanced in the direction that she was staring and saw the tallest creature he’d ever seen, with a face like a flower, watching them.

     The bed was the only thing between them and the door, and Steve reached out to grip Nancy’s hand. They would be fine. Just run. He gave her a nod and the two raced, jumped up onto the bed and rushed out, and of course they were followed by the mysterious beast. Steve raced down the stairs, still holding Nancy’s hand. His heart was racing, a glance back at her showed terrified tears flowing down Nancy’s cheeks. How could this scene be so different? Did he block out the true memories to try and heal from the attack? Steve wasn’t sure what was real and what was fake. The two of them ran outside to the driveway and Steve didn’t have his car keys. 

     “Run!! Keep running!!” He shouted, but he couldn’t move. Nancy didn’t hear him. The creature stood above her, menacing. Steve stared from the side -- a front row view. The monster grabbed Nancy by the throat and held her up. 

     “Steve!!” Nancy screamed, “Help!!” She struggled, legs flailing as her breath was cut off before the monster slammed her into the concrete, breaking bones and blood coming from the back of her head. 

     Steve screamed and struggled against whatever was keeping him in place, but he could not move. “NANCY!!!” he cried, his fears going completely unnoticed by a seemingly indifferent crowd that had formed to watch Steve suffer.

     Nancy was dazed, not quite dead yet but almost there. The monster with its sharp claws stabbed through her chest and ripped out her heart like something out of a movie. Steve sobbed and dropped to his knees, unable to turn his head. Nancy’s head dropped to the side, facing Steve, her eyes open in death, the light from them gone. The monster continued to feast until it was satisfied. It released Steve from his invisible chains and it disappeared.

     “N-No, no no no,” Steve rambled as he raced to Nancy’s side. He gingerly lifted her head into his lap. He wept.

     But as quickly as he was granted his freedom to see her, it was ripped away -- rather, Nancy was ripped away. Steve was alone in a black room, nothing surrounding him for miles. He staggered around, trying to find someone, anyone to help him. He lost Nancy, what would he do? Where would he go? As he stumbled through the darkness, unable to breathe from the crushing inherent claustrophobia, he finally ran into someone. 

     “D-Dad?” Steve asked, confused as to why his presence brought him some bit of relief. But it would change soon enough. 

     “Steven, you fucking idiot,” he growled, gripping his son on the shoulder so hard Steve was sure he heard bones breaking. Steve was forced to his knees in front of the man that smelled of liquor and bruises. “Am I always going to have to clean up your fucking mistakes?” Another flashback- this was after the party, after Barb disappeared, when he had to tell his parents about the drinks- he remembered this discussion in full detail.

     This moment was not distorted by nightmares. This was just a memory.

     Steve felt his father’s foot rocket into his ribs and the kid flew back, knocking his head against a newly-appeared doorframe. He heard his mother stifle a laugh. “Ed, don’t hurt him too bad. It was just a few beers, nothing dangerous.”

     Just a few beers, nothing dangerous, no death, no missing posters, no fearful parents and siblings. Of course, mother. 

     Steve got to his feet, holding his side. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice firm and painted with fear. He gripped the doorframe. His father moved in close to whisper in Steve’s ear.

     “Sorry isn’t good enough.”

     Steve ran out of the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. He shut the door, shaking. If he stayed up all night and kept the door shut, maybe his dad would forget and wouldn’t drop in for extra punishment. 

     He wanted Nancy back. He couldn’t tell anyone she was dead, and the sight of her lifeless eyes every time he blinked drove him closer and closer to the brink of insanity. 

     Steve woke up and raced to the bathroom where he was violently sick. His ribs ached from the ghost-like memory of his father’s anger, and he prayed Nancy would sleep through this.

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Natural for Saraki, Plans for Boozsab, Pretence for Mi'nerra, Betrayal for Aias, Urge for Xonav, Love for Hedrak, Impression for Neftarak, and Delirious for Tyrrin.

Natural (boy, this is a though one)Saraki always had a natural affinity for various weapons and fighting in handicapped situation, turning the odds in her favour. She can easily floor warriors twice her size in height. But she wasn’t always a people’s person. She is still reclusive, but learned to be more relaxed around bigger numbers.

PlansBoozsab spent quite a lot of time lately to help reorganise and reestabilish merchant routes between fringe colonies and backwater spaceports. It has been a lot of work and planning to root out pirates from certain areas again and make transport routes safe again. But despite all his clan’s effort, a familiar force of destruction has been sweeping across the frontiers. Something they could only ran away from last time and carefully observe it’s path from as close as they dared to and warn as many in it’s path, as possible. He had plans for the summer. He wanted to spend time with his growing family and finally actually see his youngest daughter run. Because last time he saw her, she was still barely walking. He also wants to meet this interesting new Tal’Darim lady who seems to be a new adopted aunt of his family. But all of this could go down the gutter in a moments notice… ( @macabrecabra )

PretenceMi'Nerra from a very young age had a problem with understanding or associating with people’s feelings even with the Khala and she wasn’t always as good at expressing them herself either. Minnie had very supportive parents and she always had been pretty bright. She got help with where she needed it and got kicked in the arse when she was just acting like a spoiled brat. Most of the emotional cues in body language and undertones were learned consciously and uses her knowledge to her best. She can read now people very well and knows pretty well when to act how (a good part of her charm comes from this). She does look pretentious in how she carries herself. She is well aware of her capabilities and won’t hunker down just to be stepped over. She knows what she wants.

BetrayalAias has been part of a certain scientific project for a number of weeks wich he doesn’t remember much of. It was after the loss his legs. What he doesn’t know that he was on the verge of death. The project still needed volunteers at that point. Mi'Nerra was involved with it in a very low rank at that time and she knew it could save her brother, but she also hoped some gain from it. Evetually, she made sure he was drifted out of it and did everything in her power to get it shut down asap even risking her carrier. Aias’ only memories of that time are some flashes and wierd, incomprehensible dreams very rarely, wich he writes off as a part of his PTSD. He is also pretty sure that his sister only doesn’t ever talk about that few weeks he was “comatose”, because it shook her too much. The only person who knows what really went down is Mi'Nerra and the two dead Judicators who classified the whole case into oblivion.Not even their parents knew.

UrgeXonav is reall impatient with his injuries. He often scratches at his few day old scabs, always feel scratchy under his cast (if he has one at all) and refuses to stay in bed with his fever for too long unless he is really ill.

LoveAs a lesser Hybrid, Hedrak currently doesn’t have much of it in his life. Before being lead to the settlement where Arsurus lives, he mainly lived out of habit and acted out of survival. A lot of his old personality did resurface after the Xel'Naga artefact wiped most his memory. He did act as a sort of a gentle giant of the forest, either warning neighboring feral zerg packs to patrol activity, or briefly leading Templar on a goose chase to get them away from the more treachareus parts of the woods. Mainly swamps and overgrown active mines. He distinctly remembers that mines are not good.

ImpressionNeftarak’s impression of Cerendak so far is that Skarath must be exaggarating. There can’t be anyone who is taller than Aias or brawnier than the Hierarch. Especially a lady. He doesn’t mean any offense, but he rarely sees very tall women. He did see a very tall and brawny Zealot lady once who was a little bit taller than uncle Aias, but they were similar in muscle structure. He just has no precedence.

DeliriousTyrrin once got so delirious from blood loss under one of the Rhak'Shirs she participated in she called a Rhak'Shir on the winner on the spot. She was supporting the logical choice and not the one she liked. The bloke made the only mistake to call her a “useful slut”. She doesn’t remember calling the next round and has no idea how she won, woke up in the infirmary ALIVE AND WITH THE PROMOTION. From what she is told she steamrolled her foe with pure rage. Though no-one would dare to tell her how much support each of them had.

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