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Hello everyone and welcome to our brand new prompt! This week, we'll be featuring a picture prompt. You are free to interpret the prompt in any manner you see fit, be it literal or figurative, provided that there is a clear link between your entry and the prompt provided. For more information, check out the guidelines below!
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Fear is an odd concept. If you fear it, will it fear you back?
"Please, stop! You don't know what you're doing!" Sarah screamed at me as I walked towards the beast. The ghost that had attacked the town, known to kill anything in its path.
I turned to face her, the girl who had been there through the years. The one who knew everything about me from the start. From the day we met, till this very moment. The moment I follow the ghost back home.
"Please, I beg you! Where will I be without you Cora? What am I supposed to do? You are my best friend, please don't leave!" I stared at her laments of the undead. I walked back to her, cautiously.
"Don't worry about me, I am just going home." I turned to go again, but she grabbed my shoulder.
"Don't make me worried by leaving then. That place isn't a home, aren't I a home enough?" I smiled at her.
"I have never belonged in town, we both know that." Sarah laughed lightly through her tears with that.
"Just, please, stay safe for me?" She let go of my shoulder and stared with tears in her eyes.
"I will," I said as I left for the final time.
The monster loomed overhead. It hissed violently, as I felt its unseen smirk shine. "Are you ready?" he asked me. I nodded in response, waiting for the end of the life I lived.
We reached a clearing soon enough. I stood facing the beast. I wasn't scared though. Fear was not in me. I looked at the thing that had killed many with no emotion.
It stared back with the same lack of emotion as my own. The blob of darkness came crashing down on me. My scream grew as itself grew inside of me. The pain ceased almost as quickly as it had begun.
I was the beast now, and it was me. We walked into the forest. The place I should have been all my life. The place where fear isn't an odd concept and you know if you fear it, it will fear you back.
She had called death out of a moment of desperation. It was an action she regretted almost immediately. As the dark cloud tumbled towards her, she began to feel overwhelmingly terrified. Death's aura paralyzed humans with fear, making it easy to reap them. While reapers like her got everyday souls, death could reap more troubled souls.
She was having trouble with a pair of souls. Two human children, a boy, and a girl. They were twins. They had died in an unfortunate accident. She could reap them easily, if not for their soul ties. You see, it is true that twins are eternally bound. Their souls reflect each other and therefore tend to stay together. One twin cannot be reaped unless the other one is also.
One twin, the boy, was ready to leave. The girl struggled. Our policy was that we left those that could not accept their death. They were condemned to wander the surface of the earth, alone. They could talk to other shades (those left behind) but shades tend to lose it after 20 years or so. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't reap the girl without her acceptance. She couldn't leave the boy behind, that would be unfair.
Death formed from the cloud and looked at her. He seemed to laugh when he saw who she was reaping.
"Evelyn, they are children"
"They are twins."
His face fell. A look of understanding crossed his face.
"One will not submit..." He said. She nodded. He straightened his arm, and a scythe formed out of the smoke. She'd never seen it, and it was horrifying to behold.
"You should go." He said.
"But-"
"I am going to have to destroy their souls," he said. Her eyes widened in terror. The worst fate to befall any creature, human or not. The soul is the center of existence for a creature. If it is destroyed...
But there was nothing she could do. She turned, leaving behind the cries and terror erupting from the children, as death swung his scythe and struck them down with a single motion. That day, was the only day in which she wept for a human.
Many people describe The Dark as being cold and lonely, and that's why they're afraid of it. But they're wrong. He isn't cold. And he has me, so he isn't lonely. I'm not afraid of The Dark. He is my closest friend.
