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Inked part four

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He had to be loosing his mind, that was the only answer.

Why else was he hearing voices that weren't there and seeing... seeing the things he saw last night? It wasn't real, it couldn't be real because there was no such thing as monsters and no such thing as... as the creature that had been chewing its way through his girlfriend's belly.

After what seemed like hours, Nicolai stumbled to his hands and knees and crawled over to the bathroom sink. He heaved himself up into a psuedo standing position, then began to scrub his face roughly with a damp washcloth. Not real. None of it was real. So long as he repeated that to himself, it would be true and he could go and see Lisa later. Maybe get some counciling.

Another rough scrubbing, then he lifted his head to take a breath, ready to face the world.

That is until he met one sweet, pale green eye and one mangled, torn out socket where a matching orb should be. They gazed at him from the mirror, just over his shoulder, and silently pleaded him for help. He couldn't hear a voice, but those plump lips moved, mouthing his name as she reached out towards him.

Nicolai's voice broke from his screams, and he scrambled away from the mirror, from the spot behind him, as fast as he could. Oh god he didn't dare look behind himself, because she would be there and be shuffling towards him and there was nothing he could do! He tripped halfway out of the bathroom and landed heavily on his side, a sharp cry of pain breaking free from him before he started to try and pull himself to his knees.

"Now see, this is why you need a friend. Too much alone time with a guilty concience and you start seeing naaaaasty shit. C'mon buddy. On your feet, let's get something strong and caffinated in you." There was that voice again, the one that had suggested he was insane. Only now the voice was accompanied by slender, strong hands that looped under Nici's arms and helped him upright.

When Nicolai got the courage up to look, there was no dead girlfriend slogging her way towards him, no dreadful visage of a cruel death. There was only a crooked grin pierced with silver and a mop of unruly black hair that had been badly dyed a myriad of colors at the tips. Nici shuddered with relief, then struggled to get to his feet himself. Somewhere in his rather shell shocked mind, he asked the burning question... and it was answered as if the punk looking kid straightening his pj's could read his thoughts.

"What's that? Oh just call me Miah, good as any name. And I'm here, because you've gotten yourself into some trouble. Good kid like you, wonder where you went bad? Hm? Now now... don't try to explain it wasn't your fault. Sure it wasn't... Keep telling yourself that and maybe it'll be true."

Okay that was it. Shocked or not, the things that were being cheerfully explained to him got a spark of anger, of denial and rage. Nicolai shoved hard at the boy, pushing those patting hands away from him before he backed up and started to look around for some kind of self defense thing.

"Who... the hell... Don't tell me that! I'm not... GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" That last was shouted, because he couldn't think clearly enough to negotiate or debate or... anything. Surely that would make the bizarre boy leave.

Miah tipped his head to the side at that scream, laughing blue violet eyes watched every move that Nicolai made. Then finally he shrugged and grinned almost impishly. "Suit yourself. I'll be around kiddo, just in case you fuck up again. But hey, if it gets too bad? All you gotta do is give me a hollar and I'll help you out. After all, that's what guardian angels are for, right?"

A saucy wink, then the boy turned and strode off. But the most bizarre thing was he seemed to evaporate into a thousand particles of light and dark and vanished before he reached the door.
the usual disclaimer. I'm not a writer, just a roleplayer, and mildly anxious about sharing any writing at all. Basic backstory behind Nicolai and his tattoo (no really, I swear we'll get to the tat eventually).
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InnocentWaffle's avatar
Alright, you've got me hooked. Even if you say you are only a role player, I'd say your are a pretty damn good one. I hope you plan to come out with another one of these. Not to mention I like the preview picture. -winks- Can I keep him?
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