Song Fables

Flashback Collection - Carmine

Footsteps echoed through the mansion's hallway. His red hand reached for the doorknob. He could hear whispers coming from the bedroom. It was late, and yet he could see the bedroom light still blazing red from underneath the doorway. He was scared to open the door; mainly because he didn't know what he wanted to find. Would it even be worth it?

Hesitantly, he opened the door. Carmine laid on his stomach next to a lanky, purple crayon with bright white eyes. They were playing a game on his PS4. Carmine makes eye contact with Falu.

"What the fuck? Why are you here?"

"Cam, it's a school night, you shouldn't have people over...-"

"Don't fucking call me that. Can you get out of my room?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had someone over?"

"Why the fuck are you still here?"

"Crash— I'm trying to look out for you-"

Carmine stands and glares at Falu, walking towards the door. "Leave me alone."

The door slams.

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Vixen and Carmine sat together on the school bleachers, like they did every day at lunch. They watched as a group of jocks shove each other around and yell unsavory things to each other loudly across the football field. They always made fun of the boys every day, because of how idiotic all of them seemed.

Vixen looked at Carmine. "Hey, you're big. Why didn't you ever join the football team?"

"Theatre. Duh." He shoved his arms in between his legs. "I'm not even that athletic. I'm just big because of genetics, or something."

"Yeah, and those because those boys would probably call you like, every slur in a single sentence. Somehow."

"They're fucking gross. Trust me, I'd never be like, a part of that." He shook his head, laughing to himself.

"Promise?"

"Huh?"

Vixen looks at him, with a serious expression. "Promise me you won't be like them. Don't just change during the summer or something."

"Okay. I promise."

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 "That was nice. Right?"

The room was mostly silent, and the smell was foul. Not in the way Carmine expected, either. Of course, a motel room would smell sickly sweet, but there was something else. It smelt oddly like baking soda, and hydrogen peroxide. He assumed it was cleaning supplies.

Since the curtains were drawn, the dimmed lamp was really all that was giving off light. It was a harsh white light, but it reflected blue from the deep ocean walls surrounding them.

In fact, the only thing it really made better was Ophelia's face, which was highlighted a nice blue color. Since she was completely white, any pigment or lighting would make her seem a different color easily. Her once silky curled hair was now a mess, with strays in every direction.

Her eyes finally drifted towards him; scanning his smoothed chest. Ophelia finally looked up at him after a drawn out moment. She nodded at him, with a rather condescending look on her face. "You speak like a boy, Carmine."

"...sorry."

"What? Am I hurting your feelings?"

"No. No. You're not."

She turned her back towards him, putting her bralette on. "I don't like it when you talk to me after sex."

Carmine was trying to process, but having his ego shot down as quickly as it just took a bit of a toll on him. "...yeah. Sorry. I'm sorry." He crossed his arms over his chest and sat up, looking down.

Carmine couldn't see her sneak something from underneath her pillow to her side. She gripped it tightly in one hand, and squinted at him. Ophelia could tell that he despised being belittled as much as she was doing. When her hand touched his shoulder, he glanced up at her, trying to adjust his hair. "Well, I'm not mad. You're fine. It's not like we'll be doing this again, anyways."

"What? Why not?" There was a sudden urgency to his voice.

Her fingertips moved to his arms and guided them away from his chest.

"It's sad. You were right. This was nice."

She swung the dagger and plunged it into his chest, and dug deep.

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Author's note: I'm gonna continuously update this when I write more :D