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Memories-Grian

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Sorry it's taken so long I've been struggling to think of an idea. Ane me and my friend definatly didn't have a debate on the spelling of memories.

Angst
Tw
Blood, violence, dead bodies, mention of injuries, swearing, YHS
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Grian's POV

Trapped, I can't get out. In the dark of the room I manage to find a light switch. As I flick it, the light flashing a few times before coming on with a hum. The sight before me forces a scream.

Taurtis. He's there. But, he's dead. Cuts and wounds scatter his body, the cause of his permanent death. The large hole carved out his chest. Blood soaked his clothing.

My eyes wonder, trying to find something to look at that's not my late best friend. The walls were coated with streaks of red. The wooden floorboards forever stained.

Desks upturned and moved with frantic movements. The chalkboard had what looked to be a note for someone. The wooden door had glass that peered into the dark hallway. All to be seen are red eyes.

It takes a second before it clicks in my head, red eyes. Fuck. Sam.

As I think of the name, a loud bang could be heard along with a crack of glass. I stare at the door. My wings tensing behind me as I look at the door.

The glass had a large crack in it. The lock on the door now broken. That's it, Sam wasted no time. As he turned the handle he let out a cackle.

"Oh Gree-on." He sang out, but it wasn't a nice sing song voice, no, it was like it was out a horror movie.

When he stepped into the light I could see it, the large, floppy, white bunny ears that I fear most. His red eyes no longer glowed in the new light but they still etched the mark of your end into your skin.

I back up, fear over taking me. My wings wrapping around me like a shield. Sam however, walks towards me with pride. "Taurtis don't mess around."

Fuck...
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Its dark. What? I look around at what should  be a beautiful sight of many stars in a cloudless sky. But it only fills me with dread. I remeber this night. My thoughts got taken as excurciating pain washes over me. burning muscle after muscle. The bloody nubs that were once wing cramp and burn. Seconds feel like minutes and minute feel like hours until...

... I was one of them
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"You may slay me and take the enchanter." The man in front of me speaks "No I can't." I reply, shaking my head.

The Scarred man leads me over to a ring of cactus. "I'm sorry G." I feel tears pool in my eyes my vision bluring with the unshead tears. "I- I can't" my voice cracks and breaks with the few words I could form. "You can, I promise" his words barely above a whisper only meant for me to hear.

I watch as he carefully brings my hand to his cheek, his own rested on top of mine. My eyes locked on our hands, I don't notice till its too late. He took his own blade. I see the weak smile of the man I love. His skin going even grayer than it was before.

We crumple down to the floor, his blood stained on my shaking hands. The sand beneith us going a deep crimson. "I'm so sorry G" his voice raspy and hoarse. I feel his hand slip from on top of mine. His skin going clod as his breath and hearbeat shallows.

Between my tears I wipe a stray peice of hair from his eyes. I press a kiss to his cold head, my tears landing on his paled skin.

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I shoot up in bed, tears twisting paths of not quite forgotten memories down my face. My hands shake as my hair sticks to my forehead with sweat. I pull the covers off my body, the white top and joggers I slept in protecting me from the cold winter winds. I make the all so familliar treck to the train cart.

I quietly open the cart door, seeing my scarred lover laying asleep in a chair, his cane discarrded by a near-by counter. I shuffle closer, trying my best not to wake him.

When I reach the brunette I cuddle close to him, wanting the familliar comfort he provides. I tense slightly when I feel his arms wrap around me before I relax again. Knowing I was safe, from the memories.