Official Place for My Stories
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Going to post all my old ones to update right now, and theeeen finish the one I'm working on.
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There was only so much that could be done to keep them apart at Krystal and Iann's wedding. The table reserved for parents was sat in the middle of the room, directly in front of the one where Iann and Krystal would be seating. Still, the newly wed couple did the best that they could- Angel and Constantine were on their right, and Pitch and Adric where on the left, with Dark and Taylor between the two. It still wasn't enough.
For the most of the night, the two couples kept their distance, though Pitch couldn't help but find himself staring at Angel and Constantine, hatred bubbling inside him. There were marks around her wrists- Rope burns. And he could tell by the way that she moved that there was a reason she wore a dress that covered most of her body. He tsked, and turned his attention back to Adric, trying to keep from thinking about what the marks meant.
Angel also couldn't stop herself from watching Pitch. Watching the careful way he ate, picking through most of the food. Of course, he ate all of the grapes that were given to him- And half of Adric's to boot. He looked like he hadn't been getting enough sleep, or enough to eat. She convinced herself that it was just her caring about the well being of her children's father, but.. She snapped her head away when Pitch's eyes drifted to her own.
It was actually after Taylor and Krystal had done the father-daughter dance that Pitch let the comment fly. Constantine's hand was pushing Angel's dress up under the table, and though Pitch could tell it made her uncomfortable, she didn't tell him to stop. Finally, he couldn't keep it in. "You know," He hummed, eyes trained on Adric, "There are private rooms.. If you want to manhandle your girlfriend, I suggest that you don't do it in public."
Even though it wasn't said directly to him, Constantine knew exactly what Pitch was talking about. He started to stand, only for Angel to pull him back down, shaking her head. She stood, pressing a kiss to the back of Constantine's head before going to whisper in Pitch's ear. "Come outside."
He did. Adric asked him not to, of course, but he did. He thought, maybe, she would leave before he got out there. But there she was, standing in the middle of the courtyard, blonde hair tumbling down in thick curls around her neck. He had to admit, though he hated it, that his ex-wife was beautiful.
It was cold outside. He himself didn't really feel it, but he watched as Angel's wings unwrapped and cloaked her body, a shield from the chilly air. Angel didn't seem to notice him just yet- Her eyes were trained on the ground, mouth in a straight line. She looked angry. The kid of angry that she got when one of the kids was acting up, but not the kind of angry she got with, say, her brothers or her friends. Pitch didn't understand why exactly, but he didn't get to ask. As he drew near her, she finally got to speak.
"Why exactly do you want to ruin my happiness?"
"You can't seriously be happy with him," Pitch huffed, watching the white puffs of air curling away from her mouth. She shook her head at him, finally looking up to meet his eyes.
"All you ever do is get mad at me for trying to be happy. You're the one who left me, Pitch. You're the one who walked out on your children, and you're the one who's been harassing Constantine ever since we started dating! I feel safe with him. Please, please just let us be."
"You're not safe with him, though. You're not. He's going to get you hurt, or killed, and I-"
"Why do you care? You hurt me, Pitch. Why are you acting like you care now?"
He stepped back from her, tangling his hands into his hair. He turned his back to her, not wanting to answer the question and not knowing how. For some reason, Angel always made him want to hit something- Not her, of course, but like, a wall. He wondered if Constantine had ever hit her. He wouldn't be surprised.
"I guess I care because I was married to you once," He still kept his back to her, dropping his hands by his sides. It was starting to snow a bit, pieces drifting down and landing on his shoes. She was probably freezing, the dress she was wearing was so thin.. He tell her to go back inside, but he didn't want to. He had missed her voice, and even if now it was angry, he didn't care. They hadn't really talked since the whole thing with Harriett.
"So," She started, and he could hear the snow from early that day crunching under her feet as she walked towards him, "So, you get to have a new husband, but because I was married to you.. I can't have you, or anyone else? That's not fair."
"Love isn't fair, Angel," He hummed, feeling the line to be something that belonged in a suicide poem. -
She made some sort of disgusted noise, grabbing his shoulder to spin him towards her, raising her hand. He was so sure she was about to slap him- And her open palm did make contact with his cheek, but only to pull him to her as she pressed her lips to his. There was so much anger in it, and he didn't have time to think as his hands found their way to her hips, pressing hard enough to leave bruises as he smashed his lips back against her own.
He wanted to rip that dress off of her. He was sure that he had told her that it looked good on her, and it did, but the thought that he had advised her to wear it made his skin itch. Pitch only clutched the silky fabric, though, trying to ignore the nagging voice that pounded in the back of his head. The wind whipped out, pushing her hair past him, so that he felt it on his cheeks. It smelt good. Like clover and roasted apples. She had always smelt like that, and he had secretly always loved it.
When she yanked away from him, he was a bit startled, almost stumbling at he kept leaning forward. She stared at him, unfurled her wings, and then she was gone into the night, disappearing in the snow.
He didn't bother going back inside. -
The girl had died screaming, and Iann had watched her, thinking, This is the last one. Of course, it wouldn't be. There'd be hundreds and hundreds more, almost two or three a day before he finally got the balls to tell him brother that they needed to shut the lab down. At this point, he couldn't remember exactly why he'd agreed to start it. Only that they needed to stop.
Oh, yeah.
It had been cold outside that day, and he hadn't been able to leave the swing outside the large house his mom and the children had lived it. He'd moved by then, but he loved the house and ended up spending more time there than he did at his own place. After all, it was where his family was. He tilted his head back, flexing his fingers. The swing moved at someone sat down next to him, and he didn't have to look up to know who it was.
"He signed the papers. Just like that. He's really going to marry that guy, and.. And Mom's going to be with Harley, and.."
Brooklyn didn't get upset much. She was the calm one, the one who nothing got to. He'd watched her grow up into the beautiful teen she was now, and he'd never once seen her cry. A bit of pain shot through his heart. "Hey," He muttered, sitting up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer, "It may be kinda cool. I mean, think about it. Three dads. Imagine how much money you'll get from returning their s---ty presents they give you for your birthday." She laughed. Smiled a bit, and then started crying again. Iann pulled her into his chest, trying to sooth her. "Don't cry. Don't.." He remembered, just vaguely, looking up and meeting Anthony's eyes in the window. A shiver flashed through him.
It was the next day that Anthony actually approached him. It was in the lab beneath the the house, the one that had been split into two areas- Science, and medical. The fields were closely related, so Iann didn't mind working in the same space as his brother. Even if.. Some of the things Anthony did made his skin crawl.
"What if.. What if we could build a person who.. Didn't have any problems? Like, no lust, or hate, or.. Oh, Iann, don't give me that look."
"You know that I don't approve of that kind of experimenting. It's morally wrong."
"So is divorce! Really, Iann, imagine all the good it would do. A queen that wouldn't crack under pressure! A stable kingdom. A stable family.. Think about it. We could fix our family."
"Our family. It's too late for that.."
"No, it's not," Anthony hummed, grinning brightly, "We can still fix this. Mom and Dad just.. Need some persuasion. And if we can create a perfect person from scratch, we can make them perfect."
"You're insane."
"I prefer brilliant.."
"Mhm." Iann told himself that he was just doing it to make sure that Anthony didn't get out of hand. So that he could make sure he didn't do anything unorthodox. But, truthfully, the idea of fixing their parent's relationship made a little spark jump in his heart. If he could get his family back, then.. It'd be worth it.
At first, the experiments weren't that bad. Studying structure and brains, and hearts, and organ systems, and.. Stuff that Iann loved. Anthony left that to him. One day, though, he suggested that they move their lab to a more.. Remote location. Iann assumed it was because they were about to start messing with chemicals and stuff, and he didn't want to risk blowing the house up.
Oh, oh, he was so wrong.
The place Anthony had picked already had a lab- Clearly, he'd already been working in it for some time. Iann glanced up, and felt a wave of nausea roll through him. After emptying his breakfast onto the floor, he spun, and slammed Anthony up against the wall. His brother just laughed at he pointed up. Up to the twenty cages that were suspended from the ceiling, full of people of all species and ages.
"What the hell," He gasped, shaking Anthony's shoulders, "Is going on here?"
"Come on. Don't act like you don't love the idea of it! We could create a new race. A super race.. A perfect race. I've watched you working on our little project. You love it. Don't pretend you dislike this idea."
"You're sick. Let them go, Anthony. This is wrong. This is.. This is so wrong," He repeated, unable to form any real words.
"Come on. Just try it. If you still have doubts after you see what progress I've made, then we can stop. I'll let you off the band wagon. But you have to let me show you." Iann accepted.
And ended up being blow away by the girl that was part shadow, part angel. If she was healthy, then he could save his cousin, Pierce.
And the boy who was part fox demon, part something else, who could recite the whole human dictionary, in every language. His brain scans showed full levels of activity.
Iann told himself he was doing this to improve people. To save people. He told himself that he could get Anthony to stop. That it wasn't that bad.
In the weeks that followed, he worked right beside his brother. Dissecting the creatures that he had mutated into creation. Trying to edit out their flaws, to make them perfect. Somewhere along the line, he'd become numb to their sobs and pleas, numb to the way their limp bodies dropped into the incinerated after they expired.
Expired. He hated that word, but it felt right. These things weren't even people, after all. Were they? No. If he thought of them as people, then he'd have to face the reality of what he'd done. And that was too dark for him.
He wasn't sure where Anthony got them. All he knew is the three or four or five they killed one day were always replaced the next. He didn't care if they had families. If they had emotions. They were just his experiments, right?
"Oh, Iann~ I think we've made a break through. Look at this." Anthony was standing over a sleeping girl. She was, up front, flawless. Her hair was perfect, right to the individual strands of her eyebrows. Her skin was clear, and her chest didn't move at all as she breathed.
"Her personality is a perfect balance of chemicals. Her emotions will always be level, normal, predictable. She can be programmed, and.."
And something was wrong. He didn't head his voice any more. This was what they had created. A perfect person. So, why, did it feel so wrong? They had made her. From scratch. Grown the skin and her heart from cells. Threaded her hair into her scalp. Formed her brain, with real wishes and desires and motives, and.. And she was real. Too real.
When she opened her eyes, he got his answer. She started screaming right away, in agony. Anthony's smile faded, and he stepped back, watching her flail as if she had no control over her body. Blood flew in splatters from her mouth, landing on him. She was dying, and it took her twenty minutes to do it. He stood there, listening to her scream, for twenty minutes.
Iann stormed out after flicking a blanket up over her head. It was raining outside. He felt the water washing off the dried blood, and it felt a bit like it was trying to wash away his sins, and failing. "No more."
"What?" Anthony snapped, moving to stand in front of Iann. He was getting tall. Tall enough to look his brother in the eyes without having to look up. "You can't leave now. We're so close. We're-"
"We're done!" He shot back, shoving Anthony, hard. "You're going to end this. Now. Let them do, Anthony. It's not worth it."
"Let them go where? They're perfect! They wont fit in!"
"They're not perfect! They're monsters! We're monsters! We.. We have no right to play God. We're ending this. Now, Anthony. Right now." -
"..No. We're not. I'm not done. I'm so close, Iann. So close to fixing our family, and-"
"And that's bulls---! They're happy! Let them be happy, Anthony! They're not getting back together. Get over it. I don't want to make you stop."
"Make me?" He scoffed. "How would you do that?"
"If you don't stop.. I'll report you." With that, he walked off. Knowing good and well that if he reported Anthony, he'd have to take the fall as well.
There was an article in the newspaper the next week. A warehouse had been burnt down, and the bodies of fifty creatures had been found inside. They didn't know what they were, but they were investigating it. Iann didn't have to read the address to know it was the lab.
He stopped by Anthony's door, rapping on it. When he opened it, Iann dropped the paper at his feet, shook his head, and walked away. -
It was the little things that bothered her- How loose Echo's tie was, the way Ilee drew her name in the condensation on her glass like a child, when the waitresses eyes lingered on both of the men. Janette hated eating in public, she'd much rather have spent the date alone at home with Verse, talking over cups of coffee and a box of dry cereal. But, it was their anniversary, and she couldn't exactly tell him no after him and his father had spent so much money on all of this. She almost didn't come- Venus had gotten sick, and she'd wanted to stay home with her baby, but Harriett had agreed to watch him, shooing her off. Janette suspected that she only wanted to rummage through her closet for the vintage scarves that Quin had gotten her. She mentioned that they were cute, and he'd just purchased them- She hoped, faintly, that Harriett would take them. Anything that made her think of Quin also brought pain into her head.
Now, though, she focused on the waitress who had just asked Echo what kind of wine he wanted. He was the only one of the four who could legally drink at this mundane establishment. He picked red, of course, and Janette watched at the liquid poured into the glass, reminding her of blood- Her fangs started to slip out, but Verse covered her hand with his own, stroking the back of her wrist with his thumb. "Later," He promised, lowering his eyes to her collar bone, smiling faintly, "You can do that. Not now. Okay?"
"Mhm," She mumbled, lifting her eyes to meet his, focusing for a second. Looking at Verse was always a little difficult for her. She loved him, more than anything in the world, but when she looked into those eyes she saw a world without him, one she didn't want to be in at all. She had faced it before, and never wanted to do it again.
"So," Ilee piped up, one of her hands absentmindedly taking her spoon out from the napkin, tapping it against the table, "Are you two planning on having anymore children?"
It was a casual question. Janette and Ilee were sort-of-friends. And besides that, she was her mother-in-law. Or.. step-mother-in-law? One of those.
"Yes," She and Verse chimed together, exchanging looks. So far, they had three- Darlyn, Venus, and Victory. They'd talked about how many children they wanted before, and though they never settled on a number, they knew that they wanted a large family. Not as large as Janette's own, but still.
"And you?" Jana hummed.
"No," Ilee said, at the same time that Echo said, "Yes." A little bit of red lit up the younger girls cheeks, and she stared at her glass of water, running a finger through her name. "I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not." Echo made some sort of confirming noise, running his eyes over Verse. He didn't really care for Janette, or any of the Smith's, not really. But, as far as women went, she was alright. She wasn't weak, and he liked that.
Janette, even know, was studying her surroundings. The knives that sat in the center of the tables were sharp, but the blades weren't long or strong enough to be of any use, and.. And Verse was staring at her.
"What?"
"You don't have to be ready to defend yourself everywhere you go. Look, here's the food. Smile, act like you're not coming up with murder plans." She nudged her side with his elbow, something that was meant to be a playful gesture. It just ticked her off a little more, though, but she let it go. She watched the way the waitress's fingers brushed Verse's hand, smiling at him with her red lipstick glinting just a little in the dim light. "It's hot, honey, so be careful." She passed out the rest of the food, refilled Echo's wine, and then left.
They ate in relative silence, Janette commenting on Ilee's dress, wondering where exactly she had found something in that style that fit her tiny frame. She'd had it custom made, apparently. Janette's dress was obviously borrowed from Harriett- It was a bit too low cut, and it made her nervous. She didn't have boobs that were as big as her sisters, and her hips were a little wider- the dress still fit, it just didn't make her feel right. Verse had said he liked it, but then he said he liked her in just tee-shirts and skinny jeans. She supposed that his ove for her ran deeper than just her looks- Her's did, of course. Verse was something to look at, but he wasn't startlingly beautiful- He didn't have Iann's high cheekbones, of Travins's perfectly styled hair, or even his brother's-
She didn't like to compare him to other people. Verse was so perfect and she would love him even if his appearance changed drastically every day, so as long as he was still him.
They finished the food. The waitress came around, took their plates. They turned down dessert, mostly because Harriett had phoned to complain about Victory having one of her fits. They weren't in a rush, but Janette didn't feel comfortable staying there any longer.
It was when that damned waitress touched his shoulder that she reacted, shoving the blonde girl back as she leaned across her husband, stabbing the used steak knife clean through the little whore's hand, and-
-And she was escorted out. Travins handled it. He cleared the memory of everyone involved, and got Janette out of the jail they had put her in. Echo and Ilee had laughed it off and gone home, but Verse was waiting for her when she came out, smoothing down the silver fabric of her dress. He pulled her into a hug when she came to him, and though her arms stayed at her sides, she leaned into it. He was always so kind to her, and she loved him for it, even though she had just gotten blood on the suit he'd borrowed..
"I love you, Janette."
"I know that."
"Mm. Just making sure."
"..I love you, too, Verse." -
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