Sterling-Soldier
Aspiring dark fantasy author who wishes to improve their writing skills and gain motivation.
Sterling-Soldier
Aspiring dark fantasy author who wishes to improve their writing skills and gain motivation.
Aspiring dark fantasy author who wishes to improve their writing skills and gain motivation.
Aspiring dark fantasy author who wishes to improve their writing skills and gain motivation.
Bodies don't just bury themselves...or maybe they do.
He trekked through the snow in November, the crunching sound the only noise in the silence of the forest. Shovel in hand and bundled in warmth, he stopped at the grave where he was going to bury the body.
It now lay full and buried with a pretty little marking stone.
He stared down at it with unfeeling eyes and searched his memory for anything that would tell him how it was buried without his knowledge.
Introspection is a hard pill to swallow sometimes.
Triggers: Dark plot idea
The radio buzzed to life as he fiddled with the dial of the beat up jeep. His brother, Darren, in the passenger seat sighed and crossed his arms, head thumping back against the seat,
"Ya know, he is probably across the border by now right?"
Aster hesitated, his fingers finding their way back to the wheel after turning off the radio. He gripped the wheel, eyes darting to his brother a few times. He ran a hand through his dark hair and tugged at the length with a sigh, "Ya...Ya."
Darren rolled his eyes, uncrossed his arms and suddenly leaned forward to jerk the glove compartment open where a gun lay nestled in the documentation papers stashed in the space. These papers listed a couple: Ann and Willis Parker, "Relax. If he comes after us, we got this."
His eyes narrowed on his brother, "So relax for once in your life." He slammed the compartment closed with his shin. The gravel under the tires crunched for the final time as they passed under the archway to the bridge that lead into the zone outside of their city.
The headlights of the jeep fell over the road as Aster tried to follow his brothers advice. He took a few deep breaths and his fingers started tapping on the wheel.
He and his brother had escaped.
They are free now.
They are free.
They are safe.
Those thoughts died when the lights fell upon a single figure in the middle of the road and he heard Darren curse.
Aster felt his heart skip multiple beats in that moment, his panic rising to new heights. He slammed on the brakes, the jeep skidding across the ground until it stopped inches away from the man who barely flinched.
The man was dressed in a suit, a long overcoat draped over top, a style of hair slicked back, a steady look in his dark eyes, lips pressed together as he rose his leg and slammed his dress shoe on the bumper of the car,
"You boys got some explaining to do."
Aster felt his palms sweat as he glanced at his brother who glared at the figure with hatred in his eyes,
"Run him over, Aster." He said stoically, his voice deathly quiet. Aster was shaking, his mind running miles a minute, "I...I..."
Darren suddenly lunged towards the steering wheel and Aster screeched as he ducked back, holding his hands over his ears, "We deserve it!" He cried out as Darren grunted and manuevered his body over the console amid the noises from his brother, "We deserve to die for what we did!" Darren shoved the door open and pushed his brother out of the jeep, "Shut up."
Aster hit the ground with a sound of pain as he landed on his shoulder. The man in the suit seemed amused as he slammed the bumper again with his shoe and leveled his eyes on Darren. Aster rolled to his knees stiffly and shuffled back against the railing of the bridge, hugging himself as he rocked.
"...You really want to do this? After everything we have gone through together?"
The man in the suit called out in a slow, almost haughty tone as he stepped back on the bridge, looking out of place in his clothing,
"We could have been great. You both using your abilities for the greater good!"
He raised his arms, palms open as if presenting something majestic, "Me, my brain, my intellect. You, your blood. Your brother..." He turned black eyes slowly on Aster and his lips curled up. Before he could say more, Darren hit him with the car while the man was occupied.
Aster watched as the body flew back and skid across the pavement, rolling a few times until the body came to a final stop. Darren reversed the jeep in the lane before stopping right in front of Aster. Knowing that the man will rise again, Aster felt tears well up in his eyes as he sat frozen, staring at the unmoving body of the Master.
He felt a hand drag him up as the body twitched then contorted. The Master groaned and flexed his body as Aster allowed Darren to pull him to the car, him numb, his brother swearing.
Aster couldn't take his eyes from the Master, their tormentor for years in this delusional war of his. Darren shoved his numb brother into the back seat and slid in the front. He swore again as he tossed the gun in the passenger seat and gunned the car backwards.
Aster sat numbly in the backseat as the Master rose up on the pavement slowly, getting smaller and smaller as they went, his fingers cracking back into place, his limbs shifting and his skin healing. As the sun started to rise behind the Master, Aster could see that maybe the Master was right.
With the sun came a shadow casting itself over the bridge. The ship was coming. Aster blinked slowly, tears dried on his cheeks as Darren took over in driving but who knows if it was worth the rebellion. The young man who lived under the Master's wing for years with his brother whispered softly, eyes vacant,
"They are coming. Master was right all along. Our suffering really was for the greater good."