Ok so this was a concept my friend (spacegayce) made up, about a person who has an uncontrollable power to grant any wish that they hear,, so this was my take on this concept. Hope u enjoy x
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Outshone by street lamps, the stars hung unimpressively in the sky above Themis as they took in the loud, bustling surroundings. The streets were thick with groups of drunk young adults, headstrong and far from sober as they staggered from club to bar. Themis observed, sticking close by the tall man beside them as he lead them through dark back alleys and by glowing neon signs. They looked up at him with wide eyes and smiled, although he couldn't see it in the dark, and they held his hand a little tighter.
"Where are we going?" Themis asked, yelling to be heard over the loud music, shouting and singing coming from every street around them.
"Somewhere quiet," he replied, hurrying them along, "and alone." He turned and smirked at Themis. The night hid their reddening cheeks.
Finally he pulled them behind a club, where the sounds seemed far away and muffled. They stood in the shadows, bodies inches apart. Themis' breath hitched as he leaned slowly closer, cradling their shoulders and neck, entangling them in a net of gentle hands.
But instead of to their lips, his mouth went to their ear and his hands tightened like a vice. Themis stiffened in alarm and started to pull away, almost too late.
"I wish I—," he whispered, words tumbling out, but Themis was already scrambling from his grasp, and into the open back door of the loud nightclub.
He must have given chase, but Themis didn't dare look back as they squeezed between the sweaty bodies filling the dance floor. They were immediately disorientated – the music was deafening and the place stank of sweat and alcohol. The speakers. They needed to find the speakers.
They pushed their way towards the front, where the drunkest and loudest were, crowding around the DJ and the two huge speakers that pumped life into the building. The dancers were screaming unintelligibly, but were still barely heard over the obnoxiously loud music. Themis shoved through and planted themself by the speaker and allowed themself to pause for a breath, frantically looking around for the tall man as their eardrums pulsed with the beat. They relaxed slightly. Even if he was close by, they would never be able to hear his wishes here.
Suddenly, familiar hands seized them from behind, pulling them close, and he was there, shouting something to them that was drowned out by the music. The strobe lights lit up his face, lined with a twisted determination that filled Themis with fear as they struggled to escape. The music boomed, fuelling their struggle as their screams went unheard.
Finally they broke free and stumbled away, swallowed into the crowd, but this time there was nowhere to go. They ran off the dance floor towards the brighter, quieter bar, covering their hands over their ears desperately as they caught sight of the tall man approaching. They could hear him now, begging—
"...Themis, please. If you loved me you'd let me do this..."
They clamped their ears tighter and closed their eyes. The muffled beat filled their brain, the rest of the world blocked out – please please please please please...
They felt his hands on them, scrabbling at their hands, trying to pull them off their ears. They started screaming.
One hand was wrenched off their ear – the bartender's voice broke through – "hey, what are you doing? Get off!"
Themis opened their eyes – the tall man was still on them but people were on him too, dragging him away as their eyes locked and he yelled and yelled and Themis screamed and then –
The words finally broke out of his mouth, ragged and laced with pain, like shards of glass – and Themis heard them – and each one was a knife to their heart –
"I wish I was dead!"
