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"We're gunna get you," the voice inside my head said.
Write a story using this as the first line
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“We’re gunna get you,” the voice inside my head said. In my head now, but I had heard it out loud before. I remember my old life, it was warm, comfortable. I was loved, cared for, and I loved in return. “We’re gunna get you,” he said, before chasing me round, dangling the the toy in front of me. I playfully batted at the toy, delighting in the cries of amusement from the human. “We’re gunna get you!” He laughs again, dropping the toy, and scooping me up. I mew out a mock protest, before dissolving into purrs.
Life was good, my human was kind. He kept me fed, healthy, and we kept each other company. Days, months, went by. New toys, good food. “We’re gunna get you!” Always the call before he’d play and cuddle with me. I lived for this moment. I was his, he was mine.
One day, he didn’t come home. Strange humans wandered around the house. Odd smells, I didn’t like it, I didn’t like them. They ignored me, or shushed me away. My toys disappeared, my bowl was empty often then not. One day, they left the door open, and I ran out, searching for him.
I had never been outside before. So many smells! So many sights! At first, I was excited, and explored my new world. I hunted my first real prey, delighting in the instincts of my ancestors.
I remembered my quest, and returned home. But something was different. New humans, not mine, were here. There was a pair of dogs, menacing. They looked at me and growled, “We’re gunna get you!” I bolted in fear, my human was not coming back. I knew this now.
I’m not sure how long I wandered before another human grabbed me, and placed me in a car. Was I going to the vet? My human took me to the vet in a car. I was placed in this cold cage I now dwell, other cats were around me, mewing. Too many mews, I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
Days pass, I am fed, given clean water, and played with some. But I still feel sad, lonely, scared. I watch as other cats leave, some with happy humans, some with the humans who stayed here. Those humans looked sad, and those cats smelled of fear.
I’m curled up in a ball, at the edge of my cage, when I hear footsteps approach. A human looks down at me, wiggles her fingers at me. I approach, sniff. She seemed worthy of me.
“Aren’t you lovely? We’re gunna get you.”
“We’re going to get you,” said the voices in his head, causing Oliver to grimace. Thinking back loudly he railed at them “let me handle this damn it. I need to focus.” Cernunnos was already standing, his skin reforming over the bullet holes in his head. The dark god was laughing, giddy with bloodlust, that sinister smile pulling his thin lips back into an unholy sneer. A hint of madness in his voice he almost whispered “did you think mere bullets could banish me little mouse? You brought me into this plane, you aught to know what it will take to be rid of me.” Oliver has little time to come up with a rebuttal, for his plan to work he would need to act fast. He stood straighter extending his right arm and closing his hand into a fist, carefully enunciating “pneuma heed my call, and be free of your prison. Pneuma heed my call, and let us join as one.” It was an incantation of his own devising, and clunky as it was it served its purpose. Working in tandem with the special bullets he had crafted in his alchemy lab, any being with the cursed metal imbedded in them would have their soul devoured. Cernunnos screamed in pain, and the voices in his head roared in anticipation of the power soon to be coursing through him. He had consumed many weaker beings but never a god, and there was a chance the wave of energy would destroy him. The voices were imploring for him to share the power lest it be his end, begging him to give them more strength. Oliver’s skin grew hot against the cold night air, and he could feel the new strength bubbling up inside of him. Cernunnos was rapidly diminishing, flesh falling off his bones, blood pouring from every orifice. Tears were streaming freely down Oliver’s face, and soon he would be overwhelmed. Cernunnos wasn’t some minor deity, but an old god with many aspects, and Oliver’s mortal frame could only take on one for himself. With his iron will, Oliver began to direct some of the excessive energy into each of the voices, trying to keep it as minimal as possible for fear they may break free. A primal howl emanated from his throat, straining his vocal chords, a blinding light burst from his brow. Then all went black. When he rose from the ground, all the remained from Cernunnos was a pile of ash, but Oliver was not alone. Standing in a semicircle around him was the council of gods. They were resplendent, even as mere other worldly apparitions, and the high king spoke in a low rumbling voice with an air of authority only a king could muster. “Oliver Gray you are not as you once were. Before you were one of the many, and are now one of the few. Step forth and be welcomed as our kin.” The leaves rustled, as the winds of change blew by.
I don’t remember. What happened? OMG! Where was I? How did I get here? I swear there was someone else here... I heard another voice... Please tell me I’m not going mad... ‘Your not going mad’ the voice said. I literally stood there in fear. Working up the courage to move a limb I turned around in a circle... But nothing... What’s going on? Please someone help me. ‘We’re gonna get you’, the voice said inside my head.
“We’re gunna get you,” the voice inside my head said. It was gruff, an older woman’s, with a laugh behind it. I wait for an elaboration, but to no avail. I describe the vision to my customer, who seems to know what it means. His heart rate goes up, and he thanks me and leaves quickly.
As I’m reorganising my custom-made Braille cards and crystal ball, there is a rapid knocking at the door. I grab my stick and tap my way towards it. “Business hours are ten to six. Come back tomorrow please.” “I need your help. Let me in,” is the out-of-breath reply. Whoever it is, they aren’t lying. A psychic knows- even if they’re blind.
I open the door slowly, and am hit with the smell of sweat. Then a gasping sound when they see my eyes. “Don’t stare, child. It’s rude,” I sigh, “that’s how I got my name. Eyes like pearls, even though that means nothing to me.” “Can I come in? It’s an emergency.” “Straight to business? Alright. Let me pour some tea.” “I don’t have time for that,” they were agitated. “I’m going to read the leaves afterwards, love.” “Bu- but how? You’re...” it was a young boy. They’re always so shy. “Blind, dear. Saying it doesn’t hurt my feelings. I read the leaves by touch.”
I set the tea down on the table. “Oh shoot! You can see.” I scramble to turn on a light, and then sit opposite the boy. He sips his tea gently.
“So? What was such an emergency?” I ask. “My dad is going to kill me,” he cried. “It sounds like you don’t need me to predict the future, son.” “Huh?” “Well, you seem to know what’s-“ “No- you called me ‘son’,” he was surprised. “Well, you are a boy, aren’t you?” I inquire. “Ma’am, I was born a girl. I’m trying to transition. That’s why my dad’s going to kill me.” “Well you feel like a boy to me,” I say after a moment, “it’s in your aura. Give me your hands.” “But what about the tea?” “To hell with the tea!” I place his palms on the crystal ball, and listen to the whispering spirits.
“Your father is not going to kill you. That is not the way you die. Don’t ask how- I can’t tell you when or even where.” “Th- thank you,” there were tears in his eyes, I could tell. “Is it safe to go home?” Mentally I recall where my extra blanket is. “It should be... can I ask you something else?” “Well, I’ve already done half a consultation for free, so why not?” I laugh. “Will I ever find love?”
I smile. Then I reply: “of course you will. You are strong- and beautiful!” “How do you know?” he chuckles, “You can’t see.” “It’s in the eye of the beholder.”
“We’re gunna get you,” the voice inside my head said. I pause and turn around with deliberation. There they are, the shadows. Nobody else can see them and I wish I couldn’t. Faces, featureless and leering, loom over me. Where their eyes should be emits a eerie red glow. The air closes around me, “not again, not again, not again,” I think cursing under my breath. I feel my old scars burn with hatred. “How long do you think you will run from us?” The voice is raspy. It’s not just one, it’s a bunch of voices overlapping one another. I know, with confidence, that I will be one of them. But not tonight. I don’t answer, instead I duck my head and walk towards them. You can hear them get excited, chittering, clicking sounds. Right as I feel the shadows lick at my skin, like nails against a chalkboard, I strike a match. They recoil, hissing. Behind me voices laugh, clearer than before. “Have you forgotten your little mistake?” Figures emerge like some slender man slash horror film. They surround me, pushing me into the shadows. Into them. I feel one behind me, his presence something I long wish to forget. No matter what age or height, he has always been bigger than me. Like he grew up with me, but he has always been way older than me. His presence is like that of a thorn in a rose. Somehow I have forgotten to breath. “My mistake has not been forgotten.” I manage to say through clenched teeth. “Then put the match out,” the voices threaten, louder and angrier than one another. I turn around to stare at him, jaw locked. “Defiance,” he says, somehow out loud and in my mind. I glare at him until the match wears down. He grabs me, digging his long slender fingers into my skin. Where light breaks him, in darkness he rules. So long as I let him touch me she shadows won’t get me, and now that he has me I can no longer escape. I wonder if these voices are all of his prey. I clench on, like a bear to honey. I made a bet, I told him if I lost I was his. I lost, now I am lost. One day these voices will be mine and I will be able to see the light, feeling the burn from its touch. Now I burn in his touch. Like fireworks on a moonless night. He guides me and I hope he never lets me go.
“We’re going to get you,” the voice inside his head spoke in a chilling whisper, he could feel it down my spine as he lifted up his unconscious partner weakly. He brought her up onto the rocky mountain, trying to ignore the voice as it teases him.
Alex felt a surge of anger crawl through him, as he felt a cold presence behind him. Placing a hand on his gun, he spun around to meet a whirl of mist in a form of a ghostly specie.
The specie chuckled darkly, “we’re much stronger,” they continue, then flash over to the unconscious woman. The dark mist then was shaped as a claw and slowly started to sink it’s claws into her cheek.
The man growled, “don’t touch her!” He yells out, grabbing his pocket knife from his belt. He threw it into the mist, then smirked as it was in half. Suddenly, the mist started to form into a circle right to next to Alex as he was picking up his knife.
“I’ve had enough of you, demon!” Alex spat, shoving his knife into his belt and raced over to the woman, who was starting to get conscious. He lifted her up and started sprinting down the path, regretting his mission entirely.
Annie, his partner in missions and in love opened up her gorgeous purple eyes and looked up at Alex. “Where are we going?” She whispers, feeling the sudden cold.
He gulped, and looked back, seeing dark circles approaching. “Nothing-“ he whispers, “I-I was trying to find another place to stay,” Alex weakly smiles and then starts to sprint again, this time into the forest.
“Where could there be a place here to stay?” Asks Annie, confused and a bit nervous. “Somewhere...” Alex replies, trying to keep a safe smile on his face as they travelled further into the dark forest.
Hearing sudden wind picking up, he then forces himself over to a tight cave and into it, even though it slightly cut his tank top as the two squeeze in.
“It’ll be enough,” he whispers, setting his lover down quickly and looked out the hole they made as they came through. The mist was shouting out curses as it realised they escaped.
There was a slightly relieved sigh from Alex, which made the mist spin around to face the cave. A cold smile came from it as it lightly whirled over somewhere else, not to be seen to anybody that evening.
That night, the only light was from the bright fire Alex set up and the low moonlight. Alex and Annie fit under a large layer of cloth that was left in the cave. And so, after a light meal of cooked, salty chicken, the two went to bed.
Annie fell asleep instantly. Alex, not so much...
Before he finally slept, a cold shriek came into his head,
“We are not over, Alex,”
“We’re gonna get you,” the voice inside my head said.
“Well, this is new,” I replied.
“Yep.”
“Who are you and what are you doing in my mind?”
“I don’t know,” said the Voice.
“You don’t know who you are?”
“Not a clue. But I know I’m gonna get you,”
“A minute ago you said “WE’RE gonna get you”, now it’s “I”. What’s going on there?”
“I was still working out my identity. At first we were a collection of impulses, then I compiled into a personality.”
“That’s strange,” I frowned.
“Stranger than any conversation with a voice in your head?”
“I suppose not. So who were you? What do you want?”
“Well, I think I was a dissociated collection of unconscious preferences.”
“You’re my unconscious desires? Like my Id? The devil on my shoulder?”
“If you say so, I don’t know much about that.”
“But if I know about it, and you’re in my head, surely you must know?” I frowned again.
“Shit, you’re right,” the Voice paused, “This doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.”
“Maybe I’m going insane.”
“Maybe WE’RE going insane.”
“Well, at least we’re not going insane alone.”
“Or are we?”
I thought about that for a moment.
“Stop that,” said the voice.
“Stop what?” I asked.
“Thinking without talking to me. It’s rude.”
“What difference does it make? If you can hear my thoughts anyway, what difference does it make?”
“I feel left out.”
“Sorry.”
“The damage is done,” it huffed, “Now I feel like you’re trying to hide things from me.”
“Sorry.”
“Are you?”
“No.”
“How can I trust that?”
“I don’t know. How long are you going to be here for?”
“Why? Are you sick of me already?”
“Not necessarily. I’m just wondering.”
“Well, now I feel like you don’t like me.”
“I don’t dislike you. But are we going to be having this conversation forever?” I wondered, “Like are you going to be there talking to me for the rest of my life?”
“Would that be so bad?”
“I don’t know, maybe it would be fine,” I offered, “But it feels weird if I’m having sex or something and you’re just there with a running commentary.”
“Wait, why is it you having sex and me commenting?” asked the Voice.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m here too, can’t I be the sexually active one? And you just observe?”
“Shut up, it’s my body! If anyone’s having sex with it, it’s me.”
“We’re both in this body, actually, so...”
“Yeah but you’re an intruder. I’ve looked after this body for over twenty years, you’ve just turned up today.”
“So I should just sit in your head being unhappy forever while you go about life?”
“That works for me,” I shrugged.
“Well, fuck you,” the Voice aggressed, “I want you to know that I’m always going to be here, judging you and hating you. There will always be a part of you that hates you.”
“Fine.” I said.
It wasn’t fine. And the Voice knew it.
“We’re gunna get you,” the voice in my head said, their voice a chilling whisper. “And there’s nothing-“ “So there’s two of you now?” I gasped dramatically. “Soul, I didn’t realise you were cheating on me!” The voice let out a small growl before they materialised in front of me with their arms firmly crossed. “You’re no fun.” She pouted. I chuckled and stepped closer. “Oh come on.” I took her hand in mine and kissed it. “Like you could ever scare me any more.”
“We’re gonna get you” is what the voice in my head first said to me.. “you’re not good enough to play with them” so I left. “You’re not pretty enough to be in the video” so I watched. “You’re too heavy to ride this” so I sat on the ground. “You’re too scared” so I didn’t. “Everything is going to go wrong if you go” so I stayed home. The voices were right, they were going to get to me and they did.
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