FnF Soft: Undying

Revenant

One could say the room was dead silent, if it were not for the living, albeit comatose, human being that rested in the hospital bed that laid in the middle of the room. Still no sounds emitted from Benjamin himself. Not since he came here. Nor since Grace had left three days ago, and has not returned since. 

The room itself remained a near silent, somewhat peaceful place, despite the tragic event that caused Benjamin to turn up here in the first place. It was still a place to...reflect. Reflect on how this happened, why it happened. A silence that allows anyone to look into their own heads, and see if it is the darkness inside that rules, or their heart.

If only the silence was to last. Like a knife in the wind. The heavy and forceful sound of creaking metal, twisting doorknobs and the forced creek of hinges and the door opened wide, cuts through the silence. 

The door's frame gave in, and the door swung itself open. Albeit somewhat forcefully. On the other side stood a women that a few consider a monster. Including the boy that rested in the hospital bed. Long, stringy, straight and ocean blue hair cascaded from her head. Lips coated in lipstick to keep its red highlights. High heels capable of crushing stones, and a standard size soft pink dress. Marylyn. Her expression appearing annoyed, yet seemingly somewhat regretful, for what though it's unsure. Her footsteps would shake the room if they were any heavier, her pitch black eyes gazed down into Ben with malice as she towered over his laying body.

"I know you can't hear me sport"
The malevolent matriarch spoke,  her voice sounded bitter, angry even, but shortly after, almost calm, as if she rehearsed this moment.
"But I am sure you know just how....Disappointed I am in you."
Her voice quickly returned to its hardened, bitter state. Her fingers and fist clenched in her hand, crushing something that didn't seem to exist to the world around her.
"Jumping off my car?! Didn't we teach you better?! Better then to follow a thug? Better then to question us?! Better then to think you had any say in this?!"
Her voice, and poster, became more unstable as she ranted, her arms flailing across as she now angrily paced across the room. 

However, as she looked into Ben's shut eyes, something washed over her. The desire? Who knows, but it could be felt, like someone whose reached their limit and finished holding someone for their life.

Her eyes reflected off the breathing mask, Her void of eyes gazed back at her from it. Her shadow eclipsed the light over Ben, like death that's come to reap.

"Disappointments like you are why starts die out Benjamin. And if that is something you can't understand, then your star won't shine. It won't end with a bang, it won't even end with a spark. It's time you flew the nest Ben. But let's see if you can fly"

She let out, anger overtaking her, or was it malice? Or some other darkness. One way or another, it was not a nice force. 

Her arm reached over Ben, like trying to pluck a fruit from its tree. The plastic surface of the mask slowly spread across her fingertips. As she gently prepared to grip and force it off. In that moment, her grip slipped, The Star felt as though time itself stood still. A small, cold, heavy pressure rested on the back of her neck. Like the feeling of a gun barrel.

Her arm was forced to recoil, her eyes widened as she spun around, whipping her arm away. But...there was nothing there, no noise, no people. The only thing she heard in that moment was her swift beating heart and the sound of the heart monitor. While Marylyn saw no other faces, she felt something. Like cold eyes were starring through her skin and into her soul. 

Her head and body coiled back to the sleeping artist. Her eyes blinked once, and then again. As some form of double take. Between blinks, Marylyn saw something, Something familiar, and something she hated. She saw it for less then a second. An arm, with a swamp green sleeve, brushing it's hand through Benjamin's hair, before it ceased to exist after the blink.

Marylyn's eyes began to dart around the room. Was she just seeing things? Or was that a man she remembered seeing dead? A man she wanted to stay dead!?

She rubbed her hands across her eyes, Maybe she was just tired, or jumpy today, she couldn't tell. But her eyes had to be playing tricks on her, right? She wasn't seeing ghosts.

But her eyes seemed to work fine. Once they were open again, as if it had always been there. A message, some kind of street art on the wall above Ben's bed. A background of a pitch black, and two words in a pastel green hue.  "Get Out!". The message appeared almost spray-painted on the wall. 

Marylyn, confused and lost, made her way to the other side of the bed to get a closer look. The message was clearly not there before. And it was clearly made to be pointed towards her. there was malice in that message, animosity. And Marylyn could feel it. It was rage, it felt almost undying. 

Her attention tried to turn back to Benjamin. She needed to finish what she started. Yet her eyes still mess with her once more. She recoiled before she could see much but there wasn't much mistaking what she saw. A person it seemed, Male physic, Curly, ginger hair. And a heavy dark green hoodie. The figure stood on the other side of the bed, The eyes shrouded and the mouth hidden beneath a mask with an X across it. But by the time Marylyn saw it, Once more it seemed like it was never there. 

"That...That was...Him?!"
Marylyn's voice became shaky. Pico. That looked just like Pico. But, No no. He was dead. Dead! Marylyn saw him hit the rough pavement with a wet splat just weeks before. She felt herself vomit at the moment she saw the corpse. How could this man be here? No. No! She was seeing things, She HAD to be.

The star gritted her Teeth. Quickly stomped over to the front of the bed, intent on ending this now! Nothing would stop her....Well, other then the dark. The lights, with no warning, died in a single instant. The room became pitch black, only a tiny corner of the room illuminated by the hazy blue of the heart monitor.

The star was forced to back away. Taking steps back as to not hurt herself in the dark. One seconds, two seconds, three. And like that, an earie stillness, The lights returned back on. And the spray paint was gone, for once. Peace. But peace can't last forever.

Marylyn gazed her glare into Benjamin, Burning her sights into him. Her anger seemed to have no more trouble. Before her thoughts were cut off by what felt like a sudden shake across the room, a brief one. And the heavy crashing sound of glass.

Marylyn gazed at her feet, Where she saw water pooling on the floor. Her eyes followed the stream to see the flower vase that was on the table just before, having shattered onto the sterile flooring. 

As Marylyn felt the water soaking her shoes. Once more, she found herself in utter darkness. The lights died again. And then brightness once more. And what stood in front of the bed. Marylyn saw, it didn't vanish. That same figure, it's eyes still shrouded, there was no mistake. It was Pico.

The eyes of the star almost vanished from the fright. How? How was he here?! 

The thoughts were cascading through Marylyn's head, as her feet made small splats against the water while she tried to back away.

"W...why are you here?! You're Dead! I saw you die!"

Her voice stuttered and screamed as the hooded man didn't even flinch for moments, before he slightly lifted his head to let his face be seen. It was Pico. And it seemed as though there was no damage at all. Like the event of his death never happened.

Before Marylyn could process everything, The room went dark once more. Leaving her in the black. And once more the lights returned. Except, Pico was closer.

Marylyn tried to back away. The lights kept dying and returning, each time the man she thought was dead drew closer and closer, His eyes just looked into hers, his empty eyes just gazed solemnly. Before Marylyn could see that they too were filled with anger. 

Marylyn felt herself slip against the water, landing on her backside with a heavy and wet splash at the soaking room. By the time she opened her eyes again, she saw two hands wrapped around her neck, and instantly felt the grip. 

The grip was tighter then any noose or iron wire. The eyes of her masked assailant were bloodshot, angry, violent. No words, just the stare. Marylyn put her hands on the arms of her attacker, trying to push him off.

She kicked, she pushed, she tried to scream. Her voice was silenced as the grip grew ever tighter. Her breath became weak, her body began to fail her. Marylyn felt the pressure on her neck kept growing tighter, her heart began to slow, her face became blue and her lungs were sealed off from the outside world. She felt her hands let go and drop.

Her vision began to blur, The face of the man she thought was dead just kept gazing into her soul. As she saw colours leaking from his clothes in her blurry vision. Everything began to grow dark. Her skin became numb. The last thing she could feel was death's swing of it's scythe...and then...it's stop.

The grip around her throat suddenly loosened, Marylyn seeing this chance began to breath once more. 

Her attacker's eyes went from vengeful to...wide, worried, afraid eyes. As the head of the ghost turned, with a faint colourful mist behind. And the two heard but a single sound.

A single, long, struggling inhale. Before a longer, painful exhale. Both originating from the comatose boy in the bed. Benjamin was breathing again. 

Pico's eyes fixed on Ben, seeing his chest barely puff full of air before leaving. The lights went black again, then returned once more. With Pico gently holding Ben's hand, rubbing his palm with his finger, as if to comfort him through the pain.

Pico's eyes glare a deathly flare towards Marylyn, Who only barely managed to stand up, her heart pounding in her chest.

She took her leave, with the door violently slamming shut behind her. And the faint click of a locked door was heard. The room had no windows. Not that Marylyn cared. She only just managed to escape death. And somehow, she wasn't the only one.

"That man...That scum should be..."




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Welp. Part 3, here we go. I hope you enjoy. I will say, the next part will be the last part of this story as i never intended for it to be long. But hopefully that final part will come soon. Have a nice day folks.