Noah was greeted to a slap in the face by the ever so cheerful sun. He utterly despised the daytime. It laughed and mocked his tired state as they walked into town. It was around afternoon time, the sun still high in the sky and the town bustling about. Everyone carried on about their business, happily laughing or loudly advertising their goods or arguing about a too high price.
Unknown to the murderer who walked among them.
This fact grew like a cancer in Noah's mind. He kept his eyes trailed on the ground as Allister kept him from running into people. Allister could phase through people like it was nothing, but a shove to the shoulder here and there kept Noah from doing something else he'd regret.
You're a killer. You're a murderer. You killed Valerie's son.
These words repeated themselves in his brain until his vision began to blur. The pain and suffering he's caused made him nauseous. Every single horrific thing he's done, intentionally or not, played in full color and sound in his brain. He beat himself up over these past events, overthought the future, and dreaded the present. All he needed was his beloved, his one and only, even if she didn't need him.
You pushed her away.
The thought hit like a brick as Noah stopped in the middle of the walkway. All other thoughts paused for a moment so that one could inflict the most pain onto him. The greatest amount of suffering.
He became single minded as he looked up, uncaring to the questioning looks he received from others as his eyes zoned in on the bar. He could sense Allister trying to call to him, drag him back down to reality, but it was only fuzzy white noise. His strides widened as he made his way to the only place with something to subdue these...these demons inside.
He didn't care how many people he shoved aside, nor the swears uttered in his direction. He didn't notice how Allister was struggling to keep up. He wouldn't open his ears to hear his rational pleads.
Rationality had no place in the toxic, corrupted wasteland which was Noah's brain. Only the addictive substances have their own throne there.
He crossed the road to the bar, not bothering to look for a passing cart. Maybe if one hit him hard enough both he and Allister could get out of his mess. He stumbled inside, the few patrons there glancing at him momentarily. Making his way passed tables, he got to the barstools. He sat, gesturing the bartender to over.
"Your strongest, if you have." Luckily, he managed to string together a sentence which almost sounded normal. The bartender gave him a look before wordlessly getting him their strongest mix.
Noah's needy hands practically ripped it from the bartenders' as he gulped half of the glass down. It burned, but it burned so very good. The scorching sensation killed the thoughts, and the demons were satisfied for a moment. A long enough moment that Allister's voice could penetrate his thick skull.
"Noah!" He slapped his friend on the back. "You drunk bastard, what the fuck are you doing!"
"Drinking." He answered monotonously.
Allister looked for the nearest glass to throw at Noah's head. It shattered, but his damaged friend was unfazed.
"Don't you understand, I feel everything you do!" He screamed only to Noah. "And it's even worse because I'm inside your mind. Think of all the pain you feel, and times it by a hundred! I can practically feel the demons clawing at your disfigured soul!"
"But I don't want to think of the pain." His blank eyes met his friend's enraged ones, no tears nor emotion in the pool of hazel. The rage morphed to confusion, then sorrow, then back to a mask of anger.
"Get up, ya bastard, we have to get ready to possibly kill Bjorn." He chuckled at his terrible joke, before seeing the bags under Noah's eyes deepen. "Sorry, too soon."
Noah only sat there, sipping again at his poison.
"Noah, c'mon." Allister gripped his friend's arm, but he only stared into the empty void. The ever consuming void which he's grown a kind of fondness for.
"Noah!" His friend yanked on his arm, before looping it in his elbow to try and drag him.
Noah almost exploded into a fit of rage when the bar door opened again. They both turned to see the new face out of instinct. The tall, feminine figure pulled down the hood of her cloak as her eyes immediately, almost knowingly, zoned in on not only Noah, but the two of the idiots.
"Noah! It's so good to see you back in town again!" Valerie's innocent voice caused him to flinch, the anxiety in his core urged his drink to come out the way it came in.
He had never wished to be tortured in a nightmare more than he wished now.
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All I Have Are the Stars
Fantasy"'I tell the stars about you' Ashlynn broke the silence after they had both been staring at the sky for an ungodly amount of time." Nothing has ever gone right for Noah, it never has. The only time he's had hope was when Ashlynn, his beloved, was st...
