The Faculty - written for 31days

[prisca]

Title: Giving up is not an option
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompt: "if even a bit of the curse clings to you, you'll be transformed into a hideous creature." "forever?" "yes, forever."
Words: 551
finished: 31.12.2019

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When Zeke tried to pull him into his arms, Casey suddenly stiffened. „No! We can't do this.“

The older boy noticed the panic in his voice and leaned back onto the old couch again, even if he couldn't understand this sudden change in Casey's mood. „Hey, you know, I would never force you to anything. We'll wait until you are ready for the next step.“

Casey shook his head, tears sparkling in his eyes. „It's not that. I want it so much; I want to be together with you, and all. But I can't! Best, we go separated ways. Stay away from me.“

Inwardly Zeke cringed; the words did hurt so much. He had never been the one who did believe in love and a serious relationship, but Casey had taught him to trust. The thought alone that all this would be over was almost unbearable. „Guess you need to explain this,“ he murmured, his voice rough. „One moment you tell me that you love me, and in the next, you sent me away? I don't get it.“

„I love you,“ Casey reassured him. „But I'm afraid one day I will harm you.“

„You won't. You can't. My life is so much better together with you.“

„But what if the curse still clings to me and someday I will turn into a hideous creature? I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore.“

Zeke swallowed hard when the realization hit him. It was only some months ago, and even he was still dreaming about it now and then. Casey had never talked about what had happened to him this night, and Zeke had never asked. It was easier not to think too much about it. „Mary Beth,“ he finally asked.

Casey hesitated shortly, then he nodded. „I've dreamed about her tonight. The moment she died. She looked at me with dark eyes full of hate... and triumph when she spat all her larvas onto me. I can still feel the pain of how they dug into my flesh to find a way inside me.“

Zeke shuddered visibly. „It was only a nightmare.“

„I don't know.“ Casey shrugged helplessly. „I can't remember what has happened that night. So maybe it is true. Maybe I am the new host of the aliens, and they are only waiting for the right moment to take control over me.

If this ever happens, you must promise me something, Zeke. Bring it to an end before I get too strong; you know what to do. A pen of Scat right into the eye...“ Shaking all over, he paused, curling together on the couch.

Zeke's heart was beating wild; his thoughts were racing. No, this couldn't be. Not Casey, not him. The idea of a scenario like this alone was just too horrible. But suddenly a deep peace came over him; there was only one answer to all this. He pulled Casey into his arms, holding him tight. „Stop talking like that. Giving up is not an option.

Whatever will happen, you won't have to go through it alone again. We will fight, for our life, for our future. You and me, Casey, we will defeat every fucking alien queen, as often as it is necessary.“ He placed a gentle kiss on Casey's still trembling lips. "Because I want a whole life together with you."

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Get-your-words-out

[prisca]

Title: God's messenger
Characters: Mr. Smith. Kurdy Malloy, OC
Prompt: Beg all you want. Your life is going to end the same way.
Words: 479
finished: 09.11.2017

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„Beg all you want. Your life is going to end the same way.“ The eyes of the big guy, who usually was so friendly and tried to avoid any brute force, were flickering dark while he stared down at the man who was cowering on the ground. His arm bleeding, a wound on the temple, but he didn't show any sign of fear. Instead of this, he pulled his face and spat right in front of the other guy's feet.

Unable to hold back any longer, Kurdy lifted the gun, let it wander over the body. The head, the shoulders, arms, chest, and belly. Finally, he aimed at the right knee.

„I'm going to make it slow,“ he snarled. „Everything else would be a grace you don't deserve.“

His finger was trembling when he put it on the trigger; he felt sick and exhausted, and all he wanted was this to be over. He had killed people before, when it had been necessary, to save his life or the lives of others. It had never been like this. But it needed to be done, or he would never find sleep again.

„Wait! Stop! He's not supposed to die today.“

Inwardly Kurdy cringed when he heard the voice from behind, out of breath, coughing. Reluctantly he turned around, finding the little guy in the too big, old jacket stumbling closer. „Smith. What the hell are you doing here?“

He stopped only a few steps in front of Kurdy, still gasping for air.
„God... God has told me to hurry up and... to stop you.“

„Oh, fuck him!“ Annoyed Kurdy pulled his face. He had learned to deal with Smith's strange behavior, but today it was too much. He felt hate rushing through his body. „Your God let it happen that three young boys almost died today because of this scumbag. How can he care more for him than for innocent children? Can you tell me that?"

Smith sighed sadly. „Everything has a reason. Even if we don't understand.“

Kurdy huffed. „Can you still sleep well after telling this bullshit all day long?“

A long pause followed. „No,“ Smith finally answered. „No, I can't. Every night I'm dreaming about all the people I wasn't able to save. And there are a lot of them.

But this doesn't change anything. It's my fate to be God's messenger, and he says: 'This guy is not supposed to die through your hand.' I can't let it happen that you kill him.“

Determined he stepped between Kurdy and the guy on the ground, who looked slightly amused, despite the pain he had to be into. Kurdy narrowed his eyes; finally, he slowly lowered the gun. „Smith, you are a real pain in the ass,“ he growled. Then he turned around, walking over to the jeep without looking back.

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

[prisca]

Title: Nightmares
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith
Words: 334
finished: 12.05.2015

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"Smith! Smith, are you okay?!"

He woke up in terror. Everything around him was dark. He was all alone in the world. Panic filled him but he set up, forced himself to breathe. Slowly and deep, and again, and again, while he tried to calm down.

There was the small clearing where they had decided to spend the night. The sky above him was pitch black, no stars, just a faint moonlight that turned the world into a foreign place. The campfire was almost burnt down. And the black shade beside the fire… no danger was radiating from it. Slowly Smith recognized Kurdy, his partner, his friend, who was watching him worried.

"Smith? What's wrong? You were screaming as if you are in pain.”

He squeezed his eyes shut again, pulling the thin blanket closer around his body. "It's nothing, don't worry." But the pictures were still in his mind, tormenting him.

A young woman was lying on a bed, the eyes wide open in pain. A boy who bent over her. Shaking her, crying. "Please, don't go! Don't leave me alone!" But the darkness caught up with him, all that was left behind was emptiness, coldness, desperation, fear.

It had been just a nightmare. A reminiscence of the past. A past so awful that he'd cleared out his mind, erased all memories. But in his dreams, the pictures came back to him, only fragments. He couldn't even say if it was his past, he was dreaming about.

After a long while, Smith re-opened his eyes again. And the world had changed. Kurdy had put some dry branches on the glow. Now the fire flickered and radiated a comfortable warmth. The big guy was cowering beside the fire, watching him with slightly narrowed eyes.

Smith breathed in deeply one last time."You should go back to sleep," he said gently."I am okay."

And it was the truth. There was no cold any longer. There was no darkness any longer. And he was not alone tonight.