Ghostly Prompts

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Prompt: "I wasn't there for you when you needed me, and I'm sorry."

"No you're not, you don't care about anyone apart from yourself."

 I watched Nitro cringe, but couldn't stop the hurt and fear bubbling up in my chest.

"That's not true," he said, going to take a step forwards. Kyle– possessing poor Duke– stepped in front of him frowning.

"Not now," I muttered to him. "Give us a minute, please?" I could hear Kyle sneer under his breath, but I watched him nod gently and walk firmly past Nitro to outside the room, and close the door to the bedroom I had been placed into.

"Bryn, I..." I watched Nitro struggle with words and crossed my unbroken arm across my chest. "I do care–"

"Bullshit," I called. He jerked, and I watched the pain darken the yellow iris of his eyes.

"I do care," he said weakly. "I just... I don't..."

"Don't what?" I demanded. I was so sick and tired of him saying he cared about me, only to turn around and hate me the next minute we see each other. I watched hurt flicker through again, then watched anger bubble them up to a bright shade of yellow.

"I don't know what way to show it!" He snapped back. "I want so badly to be able to pick one way to show you jut how much I care but if I do–"

"Purgatories are going to come after me," I recited. Shoving myself forwards onto my cast leg to stand. "Well guess what! I didn't walk in Deckerd fighting Purgatory's; he saved me from them!" Nitro jerked, and realization flickered across his face after a minute. All that anger, all the pain, all that sadness just vanished and turned to panic and horror.

"You... What?" He asked weakly. My God, his emotions are worse the mine.

"I was..." I paused, considered what Kaylee told me about not telling Nitro about the date, and decided 'hang out' was better. "Hanging out with a friend when they got called away on a Purgatory attack," I explained slowly. "The cafe we were hanging out at turned out to be owned by Purgatories. It was a setup. Going there, the call, all of it was a setup because after the shop locked itself down and the few customers and one employee there lunged at me." I rubbed my broken arm uncomfortably and looked away to the side as Nitro snarled loudly in front of me.

"Then?" he demanded. I frowned and shifted back when I saw his pupils change shape. From the round, black circles they modified to look like needles, a cat's eye when they've been angered.

I've never seen that in a person before...

"Then what? I got dragged outside, beat up for fighting, and eventually had my arm broken when I punched on in the nose and broke my hand AND his nose." I snapped back. "My leg was broken when I tried to kick one of them between the legs." Fear tugged at my gut, and I watched horrified as yellow spark flew off of his coat and dissipated into the air.

What...?

"What are you...?" The door slammed open next, and I jerked around to watch Deckerd snarl loudly at Nitro from the doorway as he took a step forwards.

"Back off flash," he snarled violently, red eyes seeming to glow from under his hair. My eyes widened at the replica pupils on him, and I stumbled back onto the bed as Nitro spun around.

"You back off flame brain," Nitro growled. I tried to keep my shaky breathing even, as tears pricked in my eyes, and terror tugged tar into my mouth and glued it shut. "This doesn't concern you."

"It most definitely does," Deckerd snapped, stalking forwards towards Nitro and I. I caught site of the flames flaring and dissipating against his hand, and shoved myself onto the cot shaking.

'Fire, yellow sparks, slit pupils, magic. It had to be magic. No, magic isn't real.'I panicked, shaking and curing up as best I could with my arm around my head as the sounds of Deckerd and Nitro taring each other apart filled the room.

My mind blanked out as soon as I started sobbing, and the yells of pain started up.