Deathling - Outsiders SMP

Free: Oeca

Oeca was always told that death would be peaceful. Like succumbing to darkness, welcoming its blanket of warmth. Finally being free of everything. Becoming numb, and slowly drifting away, at peace for eternity.

What Oeca was told was wrong.

He sure didn't feel at peace right now.

He was still here, yelling at him frantically. So were the voices. Screaming constantly in his ear, and Oeca was tired of it. Just let me die already. Does it really take this long to bleed out?

He had receded to the back parts of Oeca's mind so Oeca would have to endure all the suffering of death himself. Oeca wasn't even sure if he minded.

Oeca could feel his heartbeat becoming slower, and breaths were harder to take in. (He almost wanted to hold his breath to make it go faster.)

Sitting in a pool of his own blood wasn't exactly comfortable. Blood was warm and sticky. Oeca never liked how blood felt (but he was forced to get accustomed to it).

Graecie had left some time ago, crying. Oeca was sad too, but he didn't think he deserved to be sad right now. He deserved to die with whatever was forcing him to kill her.

His sister.

He had almost killed his sister.

No matter how many times they yelled at each other, no matter how many times Oeca killed her cows, or how many flowers she put in his hair while he was asleep, Graecie was still his sister.

And he had to die on this floor to keep her safe. Safe from him. That fact made Oeca's heart ache.

He would take everything Oeca ever had forever, and now Oeca was taking everything he ever had from him.

Part of Oeca wished Graecie stayed. He didn't blame her for running away. If someone tried to murder Oeca and then stabbed themself with a knife he wouldn't stick around either.

The voices were almost gone now, only a faint whisper left, but he still remained...

He was screaming at him now, telling him this was all Oeca's fault and that if Oeca hadn't been so weak none of this would've happened. And oh, Oeca knew. Oeca knew it was his fault. If he hadn't let his emotions take control, if he hadn't let him tempt him into letting himself in for the first time then none of this would've happened. If he hadn't let him take control in the maze none of this would've happened. He could've been somewhat happy with Graecie, and Mohwee, and Owen, and Spidey, and...

Oh yeah. Squidney's dead too.

Thinking back on it, Oeca probably could've prevented that too. He could've prevented everything if he wasn't so evil and selfish and weak.

This was the thought Oeca dwelled on until he stopped breathing. As he closed his eyes, he could feel the darkness and cold trying to pull him away, and he let it.

He was still here, but he was being quiet for once. Oeca was grateful.

Oeca felt nothing, and he wanted to sleep for all eternity, so he kept his eyes shut and tried to drift away.

He heard a girl's voice. It wasn't far away at all, it was like she was whispering directly in his ears. It was an unrecognizable language, whispery and mysterious and ancient.

Oeca felt himself being forcibly moved this time, out of the cold and into a warmer sensation.

Cold hands touched his arm. What.