Badboyhalo Oneshots

Kidnapped

So umm Georgehalo again cuz why not? 

contains gore, mentions of drowning

Word count: 2183

George POV:

I walked around the floating village on my way to the funeral of a citizen who I didn't know. His name was Ethan. It is around four in the afternoon and the sun is still somewhat high in the sky. I believe they said he was attacked by one of the water spirits. His sister witnessed all of it, she came crying to the village, yelling for her dad. This isn't the first time it has happened but it is the second one today. 

Earlier this morning it was a woman named Rachel who was drowned and taken away by the angry water spirit. The body was never recovered but was noticed to be missing when they called for her to go to the main hut. When I finally arrive at Ethan's funeral I see the bruised and bloody body from a distance. The body had a piece of coral stuck to his hair. There were sharp cuts located across the entire body and the eyes were missing, only the empty sacs left. 

The water spirits look different depending on the person. They will take the form of what the person believes to be beautiful, but only does this to it's victims. Only few have seen it and many believe it lives in the village with us doing the ordinary chores it has been assigned. Sometimes when we pass other floating cities or towns they would describe a giant native fish or a normal human who can breathe in water. Others say it bleeds liquid silver and most describe it as a beautiful being. 

Some of the water spirits live peacefully with the citizens of their island and protect them. They take the form of amphibians or water thriving creatures to interact with the people. They are usually worshipped by its people and are given a name. One of the ones I remember was called Dream. He usually took the form of a small frog and became an enormous eel when in water. 

I snap out of my small trance when the people start chanting the child's name over and over again. The chanting continued for a few minutes before someone walked toward the body. Tradition doesn't let them cry, only stare at the corpse aimlessly. Crying for them will make the water spirit angry at them. More and more people went to mourn, but only those who were relatives or close friends. None cried and few laid a piece of coral or seaweed on the body. 

The father is to be forced to throw the corpse into the water never to be seen again. Instead he stares at it until the daughter taps on his shoulder. He stands over the edge trembling while holding the body. He nods a bit and steps closer to the edge and gently puts the corpse down before rolling it over the edge. He turns back and smiles a bit, the daughter heads back to the crowd and the father is left to stare at the water, while the village floats away. 

He was chosen to mourn the longest. He will stay at the edge and will wait there until he is also taken by the spirit or given a gift as a way of forgiveness. I walked away with the rest of the crowd hoping that he wouldn't stay there as long as I once had to, hopefully in time to pass the next village that will come tomorrow. I have only done it with my mother. Her body was bruised but not torn and her eyes were taken as well. I sat there for a day or two until I was given a withering rose and left. 

I go to my tent and stare at the hut where my mother once worked. It's once colorful red roof now withered back to the muddy brown. The cream colored walls scraped and painted with different drawings that the children made. It is once a perfectly round building, now it's dented and cracked all over waiting to collapse. A bump forms in my throat just thinking about my mom. She had long, dark brown hair and pale skin, her face was an oval shape and she ate little so that I could eat healthy. 

I get up and realize everyone else in the tent is asleep. I walk quietly to the edge of the water and see that the man is gone. I take his place and lightly touch the water as I watch the ripples shine in the moonlight. It's a little chilly outside, and it is a bit cloudy compared to other nights. The water is silent along with the wind and the world feels still.