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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Hard to handle
Character: Tabitha Matthews, Victor Kavanaugh
Word Count: 300
Prompt: handle
Rating: PG13
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Tabitha pointed at the car wreck. „Are they here,“ she asked. „The pictures you talked about, are they here?“
Victor's eyes seemed to stare into space. „Pictures,“ he mumured. „The pictures. I did hide them because I wanted to forget about them. Too cruel, much too cruel. We need to go!“
„Wait! I know you are afraid. We all are. But these pictures might help us to come home.“
He turned around to face her, puzzled. „Home? The home is here.“
Tabitha bit her lower lip; she felt the urge to cry. Forced herself to remember, that she was here for some weeks only, together with her family. So much had happened that she would have thought impossible, Julie almost died, Jim almost died, Ethan almost died, she almost died. But in the end, they all were still here, still alive. She was not alone.
When Victor stranded here years and years ago, he was still a young boy. He had lost his parents, had seen so many people die, until he finally was all alone for a long, long time. Hard to imagine how he could survive.
Tabitha forced her thoughts back; under other circumstances, she would have felt pity, but at the moment, she couldn't handle his annoying behavior.
All she wanted was to go back home again, with Jim, Julie and Ethan; she wanted this nightmare coming to an end. Maybe the solution lay within her reach, hidden in the pictures a little boy had drawn ages ago. „I could take the pictures,“ she suggested. „I will bring them to the colony house and...“
„No!“ Panic flared up in Victor's dark eyes. „You aren't allowed to see them. No one is. They belong to Carol. Carol is my sister. She is dead! Everyone is dead!“
Character: Tabitha Matthews, Victor Kavanaugh
Word Count: 300
Prompt: handle
Rating: PG13
:::
Tabitha pointed at the car wreck. „Are they here,“ she asked. „The pictures you talked about, are they here?“
Victor's eyes seemed to stare into space. „Pictures,“ he mumured. „The pictures. I did hide them because I wanted to forget about them. Too cruel, much too cruel. We need to go!“
„Wait! I know you are afraid. We all are. But these pictures might help us to come home.“
He turned around to face her, puzzled. „Home? The home is here.“
Tabitha bit her lower lip; she felt the urge to cry. Forced herself to remember, that she was here for some weeks only, together with her family. So much had happened that she would have thought impossible, Julie almost died, Jim almost died, Ethan almost died, she almost died. But in the end, they all were still here, still alive. She was not alone.
When Victor stranded here years and years ago, he was still a young boy. He had lost his parents, had seen so many people die, until he finally was all alone for a long, long time. Hard to imagine how he could survive.
Tabitha forced her thoughts back; under other circumstances, she would have felt pity, but at the moment, she couldn't handle his annoying behavior.
All she wanted was to go back home again, with Jim, Julie and Ethan; she wanted this nightmare coming to an end. Maybe the solution lay within her reach, hidden in the pictures a little boy had drawn ages ago. „I could take the pictures,“ she suggested. „I will bring them to the colony house and...“
„No!“ Panic flared up in Victor's dark eyes. „You aren't allowed to see them. No one is. They belong to Carol. Carol is my sister. She is dead! Everyone is dead!“
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20/11/24 01:05 (UTC)(no subject)
20/11/24 22:04 (UTC)I started watching the show only a few days ago; it's a bit like 'Lost' mixed with lots of horror. Interesting characters (to write about), mysterious plots. Lots of questions I hope the show will answer someday. We will see.