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The Watcher

For @flashfictionfridayofficial FFF122 Not Alone

(Thunderbirds Fandom) Approx 530 words

It's almost 2am - apologies if this isn't as coherent as it should be!

He felt like he was drifting in dense fog. All his senses were blurry, and he had to concentrate hard to pull things back into focus. A hand rested lightly on his cheek, fingers brushing hair back from his forehead, and someone was speaking. A familiar voice. A brother.

“Hey. Hey! Are you still with me? Don’t you dare close those eyes. I need you to stay awake. The others will be here soon.”

Though spoken quietly, there was so much desperation in the words. He tried to look up into the face of the brother who was cradling him across his lap, but his vision remained foggy. He wanted to ease his brother’s fretting, but his limbs felt too heavy, his mouth refused to open, and his voice failed him. He wasn’t even sure he could draw a deep enough breath to support the speaking of actual words. But his brother seemed to understand that.

“Just focus on staying awake, okay? That’s all you need to do until they get here. Just keep your eyes open and listen to my voice.”

The hand that had been against his cheek shifted and warm fingers closed around his cold ones, his brother’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

“Have you heard the story about The Watcher? Or The One Who Listens? Some say he’s like an angel – a lone sentinel somewhere up in the heavens, always watching, always listening. It’s said he can hear even the faintest prayer - that if you’re in trouble and you cry out to The Watcher he will hear you, and he never ignores a plea for help. I know better. I know he’s no angel, but he comes damn close sometimes.

“I know how much it hurts him to think that he might miss even a single voice crying out in desperation, or when he hears but cannot do anything to help. And I know there are times when he listens to the last moments of those who are beyond help, aching to be able to do more. He offers what little comfort and reassurance he can so they don’t feel alone at the end. Those moments are hard on him, but he doesn’t let on.

“He directs the rescuers to where they’re needed and he watches over them as much as he does those who need rescuing. And at times that can be painful too.

“He does so much more than watch and listen, answer the cries for help, comfort the helpless – so much more than anyone would believe of just one man. But I know. I know sometimes he feels like he does it alone, and sometimes that’s just another way he tries to protect others. Especially family.

“Yes, he has family. He doesn’t have to do it all alone – doesn’t have to take all the emotional weight of the world on his shoulders. He should confide in his brothers more. They understand and they want to help – it’s what they do.

“The Watcher is human and right now he needs help, but he’s not alone. John, your brothers are here. We’ve got you. We’re gonna get you home safe.”

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Night Divine

Most people, if asked, would call Halloween the devil’s day. What, with the witches and the jack-o-lanterns and all the stories. But most people would be wrong. Christmas, that was the day the devil was really mad about. The beginning of the end. And on this Christmas Eve, there was a boy standing in a field. And a beast shaping in the darkness on the edge.

Hail Mary, full of grace

Thomas Styne was anything but a coward. He certainly wasn’t afraid of the noises of a forest he’d all but grown up in. Cracking twigs were no match for his fortitude and strength of character.

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That Feeling

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #122 Not Alone

It is that feeling

You know the one

That chill up your spine

The hair standing stiff in the back of your neck.

Yeah, that one

The feeling of something unseen

But definitely felt

Behind you

The feeling of not being alone

Is it a ghost

Someone that has passed and came back to be by you again

Someone you love

An evil entity come to bring terror

Ah, that’s the question.

Whatever the answer

One thing is certain

When you get that feeling

You are not alone.

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this is very angsty, but it is also hurt/comfort featuring one of my favorite relationships, so i hope you enjoy reading! <3 thank you to @flashfictionfridayofficial for the wonderful prompt

characters: nyx, juni

word count: 645

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Her past bled into her present, leaving a permanent mark that lingered over Nyx, day and night. Her memories became a constant. Some days were gentle, and she remembered her mother’s kiss or something soft from her past that warmed her heart, but there were other days too. Days when the shadow of her loss darkened the joy she had found, a chill following in its wake, keeping Nyx away from the love that surrounded her.

And that sorrow was never more painful than on the anniversary of her mother’s death.

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Office Days

[361 words; inspired by @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF122 Not Alone prompt]

I sat in the same goddamn office, sipping the same goddamn coffee, staring at the same goddamn security camera monitors I stared at every day. Everything looked the same as they had always looked: cubicles all empty, conference rooms deserted, supply rooms left carefully stocked and perfectly intact as always.

Ah, shit. The coffee burned my tongue and I spilled some hot and steaming into my lap. Looking down I tried to wipe it off my pants with my hands. Goddamn it. It’s only the beginning of the day, bright and early on a godforsaken Monday morning, and of course this is how it had to begin. I groaned loudly, as my eyes flick back up to the security monitors. My breath caught and stuck in the back of my throat.

Was that... Was that movement I had seen out of the corner of my eye? In Room 11, at the bottom corner, just there. I clicked it, but the dark conference room showed empty. There was nothing there. Sighing, I clicked again to access the main dashboard and tried to shake off my nerves. I put my coffee down on my desk and stared harder at the monitors. I could’ve sworn I saw something move in 11.

There! Room 8, I definitely saw it that time! This building was deserted for a reason. There’s supposed to be nobody here. Nobody but me. Squinting angrily at my charge, I zoomed in on 8. Nothing there. I cursed under my breath. Goddamn hangover.

I had no patience and no time to deal with ghosts today, no sir. The girl they murdered in the basement was none of my business. The boy they kidnapped and locked away until he starved to death in the closets--that was none of my business either. I’m only here to make sure these rooms stay empty. As they should.

So why did I feel the creeping feeling like I was being watched? Why did I feel the creeping sensation of fingernails just on the back of my neck, and the shadow of two dark eyes staring at me if I only turn my head just slightly to the--

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@flashfictionfridayofficial This weeks prompt was fun! It reminded me of the beginning of A New Infection, so enjoy this not so creepy, angst with a fluffy ending, exposition type piece

WC: 988

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Freddie emerged alone. He’d hidden in the storage closet as the world changed irreparably outside. He’d come out of the bunker to save the world, to finally get the credit his intellect deserved. It may have been a selfish act, but he still left safety to help. Those studying the gases before they were released were surely missing something he could add to the conversation. But his plans fell through as he ran out of time.

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@flashfictionfridayofficial - Not Alone

Since Halloween is coming up- I went- creepy, and I love writing ominous things so I hope you enjoy, also the first thing I’ve written for a couple weeks.

Words - 231

Empty, the nothingness creeping in, like that of a house that people were moving out of, slowly all the furniture gets swept away, leaving nothing but an empty room. But what if that dark corner wasn’t empty, what if you weren’t alone- no longer alone.

Not anymore… Perhaps it was a shadow, or a ghost, but- Was it really better? Was it better than being alone? Nightmares telling you, you’re not alone. Shadow people coming to you feeding on the emptiness that was felt deep inside. No- being alone was much better. But you were never alone, The shadows always checked on you, stole your energy, hid inside the mirrors.

You were tempted to break all the mirrors, not caring how many years of bad luck built up. Close the blinds, put a sheet over the mirrors, hid under your covers, telling yourself over and over again that they’re not there, they’re not there, they’re- but you feel it, the presence above you, It can’t see you, it can’t see you, you say to yourself again and again.

Then it goes away and you can sleep… then the next night it happens again. Again. There’s no such thing as being alone, there’s always a shadow hanging over you and when the lights go off the world is filled with that darkness. So no… You weren’t alone and you never will be.

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Sounds

For @flashfictionfridayofficial

Title: Sounds

Word count: 396

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A/N: I wanted to do better, but it's 4am and my brain doesn't work.

You stare at the meal in front of you, a cold bowl of milk with cereal, and move the small pieces with a spoon as the soft breeze plays with the softness of the living room curtains.

There are sounds that reminds you that the world still exists past midnight, like the humming static coming from the television because there is no programming at this time of the night, your next-door neighbor walking down the hallway with heavy steps and stumbling in his drunken state, the wind coming from the small open gape and moving your bedroom door slightly, making it creak.

Those are the sounds that you are aware that exist in the realm of reality in the world that everyone is inhabiting.

However, there are also sounds that are hard to explain, like the jingling of keys and the constant turning of your entrance door keyhole, the kettle going off and whistling at three in the morning without anyone turning the oven knob, the rumbling of an old pipeline system that reminds you of the times when you were a child visiting your grandma, even though the apartment complex you are living in was built only two years ago.

Those are the sounds that wouldn’t be weird out of context, but when they happen unexpectedly, your body breezes and it takes a minute for your heart to begin beating again.

Then there are those sounds, the ones that have no possible explanation, like the giggling and clapping of children that reminds you of breaktime when you were at school, your parents shouting and screaming at each other on the other side of the house, mindless chatter going around your living room even though you moved in only a couple of months ago and you don’t have any other friends.

Those are the sounds that raises the fine hair of your arms and you need to remind yourself to breathe, breathe, breathe.

You clean off your dinner and place the bowl in the kitchen sink. You tell yourself you will clean it in the morning even though you know you will not. You let the living room light on and let the door of your bedroom ajar when you go to bed. You close your eyes, hoping that the voices won’t haunt you tonight and that the shadows will remain in the boundary of light.

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Night Divine

Hail Mary, full of grace

Thomas Styne was anything but a coward. He certainly wasn’t afraid of the noises of a forest he’d all but grown up in. Cracking twigs were no match for his fortitude and strength of character.

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