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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:47 pm

Recovering (Tate and Ladon)

Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 8:10 pm

Birthday Dinner (Invite Only) - For Andrea

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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 9:41 am

Once Upon A Afternoon (Ladon + Tony) FIN

Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 12:17 pm

Crawling In My Skin
(Nightmare #3)
Words: 1,136

He was slowly picking his way through the hallways of Meadowview, being mindful of where he stepped as he walked. The ground was lined with bodies, fat, skinny, bloated, and some in various states of dismemberment that made him wary of where he stepped else he would slip on a bloody wound, a spilling stomach, or jab himself on a jutting bone. He was barefoot. Where his shoes were, he didn’t know, but as he stepped on a different body, he felt the change in temperature. Some were frigid cold and others still had a hot, pounding, pulse that shoot up is legs. What was strange was that all of them were naked, and while he was usually embarrassed to even see a girl’s leg farther than he knee and got nervous in the boy’s locker room, he seemed more occupied trying to find his shoes. A few students walked past, fully dressed and talking to one another, skipping over these bodies while he instead wobbled and tried not to get his foot stuck in someone’s armpit.

What also was hard were the little bugs that skittered about. More specifically, tiny centipedes and beetles that would run under your foot and feel like hard pebbles. They ran up his legs, and he had to stop over and over to shake them off before they ran up into his shorts. Most ran in and out of people’s mouths and ears. He stepped on someone’s back and they groaned, and he excused himself nervously before moving on ahead.

It was then a side door opened and he saw Tate. She was wearing the green, long dress she wore at the Singles’ party, but now had a necklace of June bugs that she was playing with, a few of their little legs squirming against her powder-soft neck. Reaching out, she dragged him into the empty classroom. It was dark, with a blazing sun setting even though the entire sky was filled with dark clouds. The sun wasn’t breaking through the clouds, but was placed in front of the them, with smoky wisps of gray passing by it’s gilded face.

Tate took his wrist, and when he looked down, he noticed her fingers had too many digits, making each one look like pale, spider legs as they pulled him in further - closer. When he moved, he stepped on the slick ground, and his bare feet were now coated with green mucus from a snail-like trail coming from under Tate’s dress. It glistened in the sun and as he walked, each step made a sticky sound like someone left soda to dry on the cold tiles.

They stopped and she slowly knelt down into this goop, the fabric sticking to her inner thighs as her legs curled, slick as long trails of the residue fell like gelatinous slime to puddle around them. He went down on his knees, watching her watch him, - waiting. He didn’t move, watching as the June bugs on her neck started to separate and crawl over her. Down into the folds of her clothes and up around her face to hide into her hair. Around him, more of the shimmering, rainbow-green bugs started to collect, flooding the floor and moving up around the walls. The windows were covered and the little light was fading fast. He could see her there, laying, waiting, and then a shadow from the corner of the darkness came over to lie atop her. She made no move to throw the dark figment off, but stayed there, looking past the person at him as the world was swallowed up in insects. Ladon stayed there, feeling himself become more and more engulfed in the beetles and making no move towards her. Not to answer her look or to shove off the shadow that bent over her body.

The ground under him started to move, filling to the top with June bugs. The sounds of their bodies clacking against each other, their tiny legs scrapping against hard, glossy bodies, and the heavy sound of breathing rushed up around him. Louder, the sound of bugs. Louder, the sound of heavy panting. Louder. Louder. Louder still. He screamed for it to stop, but the moment his mouth opened, the bugs flooded in, filling his throat and stomach. They squirmed inside his gut. Rising up, he rode the tide before he felt his head hit the ceiling. In the darkness, he felt around, trying not to be pulled back down in the current, before he felt a hole and in this hole, the first rung of a ladder. Gripping the cold metal, he pushed himself up and into the small tunnel. Up and up and up before he saw a small door in the darkness with a tiny peephole of light shinning through. Moving, he went to push it, but it wouldn’t budge. Below, the bugs started to rise up, into the tunnel, and he hammered on the door to be let in.

Just then it opened, and he looked up to see Nealite and next to her, Mr. Nyugen. They were drinking coffee and behind them he could see into her apartment. Looking over him once and into the tunnel quickly filling with insects, she took a sip of her coffee and asked, very sweetly, “What is it, dear?”

Panicking, he went to ask to be let in, but when he opened his mouth, he only coughed out several beetles. They flew out while a few landed beside the two. The counselor frowned, reaching down to flick one of the bugs back into the hole, while Nealite batted a June bug away from her face. “Sorry, but we’re busy talking. Come back when you’re got all this…” And he waved his hand in Ladon’s direction, “…under control.” Then he shut the door and locked it.

And then it was dark again, and he felt the bugs surge around his bare feet, then his legs, up around his waist like a heavy tide, before they filled the door, the peephole, and all the space around him.

The pressure was tight. Crushing his sides. His fingers. Tiny sharp legs tearing skin. Hard bodies pushing and shoving until his entire body felt like it was being pushed in and in, and there was no space or way to escape.

He woke tangled in his bed, fighting the feeling of suffocation before he gave a loud, powerful inhale and started to cough. Heart racing, he looked around and frantically started to pull the blanket off just to get the free, clear use of his limbs and to take in the empty, free space around him. When everything was off, he sat there, bed barren, eyes wide and body cold.

The small clock in the living room clicked before chiming.

“I can’t go on like this.” He breathed, curling in and wrapping his arms around his head. “I just can’t.” They were too vivid, too real, and each night he was sleeping less and less than he ever did when he started to patrol. Something had to be done, and he had to figure it out before he wind up screaming in his sleep or not sleeping at all.

Reaching down to start grabbing his pillows, he continued to mutter to himself. “Got to fix this….got to sleep…”

He had to get things back under control.