Post by the_who on Dec 4, 2008 0:34:32 GMT -5
(Warning, pedo-ish! YAY!)
I'm but a collaboration of bones. I feel nothin' 'gainst me flesh, for I have none, but 'der are times I swear I must. Even without me nerve endins', der are times....
The most memorable time, I can remember quite clearly.
"Pst... Grim... Grim... get up!"
"Wah... wah child?" My long-empty eyes sockets stared up coldly, squinted in 'der strange ability ta do so. Billy hovered over me, his orange hair sticking up, ruffled. That stupid look was on his face again... den again, every face dat child owns is stupid.
"Grim... I was spyin over at Mandy's 'gain and-"
"Billy! I thought I told you not to do that." I reprimanded. Mandy... she had grown up on us rather quickly. Well, perhaps not quite. At age fifteen, though, she had begun distancing herself from us - and the world entirely, for that matter. Of course, I left her alone - not much you can do ta argue with 'dat one. In fact, life without her had been much more... pleasant. Billy, of course, is still a pain in da neck, but you can send him off ta do something stupid an' take a break every once in a while. "What is it, boy?" I groaned, sittin' up. Not like a skeleton needs much sleep, anyhoo.
"Grim, she's bleedin' everywheres!"
"Bleedin'?" I asked, raising the stony brow ridge on my face. Lovely how the 'ole bones get so tender they can bend into expressions.
"Yeah! She's got the gun in her hand and everything!" I sat even straighter - not dat I care 'bout the girl much... but in a strange way... I do.
"Da gun? Billy, how's she bleedin', boy?"
"Through her wrists! Like this!" Billy poked my wrists to emphasize - as if it were necessary. With one swift stride, I was out of bed... or rather, the couch. Billy's mum doesn't find me suitable for a bed. Anyhow, I slipped into my robes an' made my way to da door. Looks like I'd be on da job if Billy weren't hallucinating again. He does that, 'ya know.
Through the cold air, I strode, Billy dumbly rambling at my heels, his stupid blue pjs looking just... stoopid. "Billy, quiet, fool." I finally said, unable to bear anymore of his blabbering. As usual, he just kept on with that mouth of his. Eventually, I simply walked a detour route, and at long last, lost him somewhere 'long da way.
To dat ugly house of hers I walked, and when I finally got der, I could see dat da lights were still out. Her parents hadn't noticed yet... they probably wouldn't. Blundering fools, dey are. Almost as bad as dat horrible Mindy girl - I shuddered as de thought ran through my head.
Using my usual abilities, a quick swish of my scythe, and I was materializing in her room. I only leaned against the door, crossing me arms across my chest, waitin for her to notice da 'ole grim reaper.
She'd change from last I'd seen her - taller, for one. Her hair held a floppier shape than it had in her younger years, but was held in much the same style. Her clothes were no longer da little pink dress with da strange flower on it, but da black and pink checkered pants and da white blouse... which was now stained red at the cuffs. I shook my head - I hate emos.
But, surprisingly, dat wasn't why she did it.
"I was hoping you'd come." Mandy said, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes. My own empty sockets widened - she was pale as a ghost. She stumbled to her feet, glaring at me. "What took you, boneass?"
"Billy."
"Oh." She shook her head, and sighed. Slowly, she began sucking on da blood on 'er wrists. She looked up out de corners of her eyes. "I need a favor, Grim."
"Yes?" I asked, staring.
"You know I'm scheduled to die in a few weeks. I'll be sick, and everything will end, just like that. Don't play dumb with me, I already know." My false shocked expression melted into an unsurprised smirk - she had a way of knowing what was goin' on about her. "Two favors, actually."
"Yes, Mandy?" I asked, sighing, stepping forward to brush a lock of hair from her eyes. It was a bit amazin', to see her all grown up on me. Every bit as cold as when I met her, yet somehow... somehow, so much more.
"I want to know what will become of me when I die."
"That depends on where you wants to go." I said, tappin my chin. "You could go live in Hades and become a zombie of sorts, you ain't fit for heaven. You could become a ghost an' haunt the living, or-"
"Anything more interesting?"
"I was gettin' der. I've got two brothers - one be Bonejangles. He owns a pub down in the underworld. Get 'der first an' you might be able ta' be a skeleton or such. Den... ders always Jack's... in Halloween Town. Become a Halloween demon and come back on Halloween ta-"
"That. I'd like you to send my to Halloween Town."
"Why? 'Tought you had 'nough of Halloween...."
"It's different for a mortal." She said it with her usual scowl. I blinked - I hadn't expected her to be dis eager ta die.
"And your second favor?"
She approached slowly, wrapping her wrists in some gauze Billy 'ad failed to mention her having on her. Of course, the fool. Her steps were slow, deliberate - da kind dat get you nervous. "Three weeks... not a lot of time, you know. It's... when you begin to feel yourself shut down that you realize all you've ever wanted to do. When you final come close to the end, you realize what you've trully wanted out of life. Have you noticed that?"
"It's common among mortals. Yes, I've seen it." I stated matter-o-factly, and cringed as one of her fingers met my robes, her thumb stroking the material.
"Some things actual shock me, Grim. Things about myself I've never known are surfacing. But there's one fact about myself that... I don't think I'll ever be able to live down."
"Was dat?" I asked, uninterested in her cryptic blabberin'. I get enough of dat from dat fat fortune tellers who think 'der too good to be reaped. Though, I suppose I should have paid more attention, now 'dat I t'ink about it.
"Promise me that you'll do me a favor."
"Sure, fine."
I was shocked and horrified when her hands just lightly stroked me cheek, then trailed down to my chest to stay der, her other hand rising to bring my neck down. Her warm lips pressed against mine, and it almost felt like I had flesh again, I swear I was 'dis close to actually feelin' it. I stood 'der for several minutes, head bowed, lips upon hers. Upon this young woman of nearly twenty, feelin' guilty yet oh so pleased. Does dat make any sense? No? Eh, I figured it don't.
Well, before I knew what exactly I was doin', my arms wrapped round her waist, and I slunk into her, swearin' I could feel her heat against me cold 'ole bones. My jaws, stripped of plush lips or any comforts, grazed upon the corner of her mouth. One of me' hands shakily rose into her honey blonde hair, stroking through it.
Finally, she pulled away, and I swear dat de universe must have cracked right 'den and 'der. For once in her horrible life... she smilled. A tiny smile, de' tiniest I ever did see, but a smile none 'de less. She leaned her head against my chest, and I stared in confusion but elation.
"Aren't I... cold?" I asked, not comprehenin' how she could hold so tight to a sack of bones. Her fingers twirled the front of me robes again.
"Yes." A long silence. "But I prefer things that way." I blinked, as her hand made to run down me face one last time, leavin' one last kiss on me cheek before she crossed the room to sit on the end of her bed, her usual grumpy face returning. "Now scram before I beat you to a pulp."
I smirked, and before I left, approached her, ruffling her hair. She leaned into the action, and I sighed at how twisted it all was. "You know dis will never work out."
Her eyes adverted, her fist curling. "I know, dumb-ass, so get out of here." She leaned into the kiss I left on her cheek, then evaporated from her room.
Da night air never did feel so cold on me 'ole bones.
"What happened, Grim?" Billy asked, somehow finding me as I meandered down 'de 'ole worn streets.
"Notin' dat concerns you, boy." I said firmly. An' dat was 'dat.
~
Mandy died three weeks later due to terminal illness, a cancer in the beating red organ that was her heart that had haunted her all her life. Her request was granted, and she was sent to Halloween Town to continue her after-life as a creature of the night.
And ole' Grim still waits to this very day for Billy to FINALLY die and free him of the mortal world so he can travel as he pleases... find whom he pleases... and do as he pleases.
And maybe... just maybe... love as he pleases.
I'm but a collaboration of bones. I feel nothin' 'gainst me flesh, for I have none, but 'der are times I swear I must. Even without me nerve endins', der are times....
The most memorable time, I can remember quite clearly.
"Pst... Grim... Grim... get up!"
"Wah... wah child?" My long-empty eyes sockets stared up coldly, squinted in 'der strange ability ta do so. Billy hovered over me, his orange hair sticking up, ruffled. That stupid look was on his face again... den again, every face dat child owns is stupid.
"Grim... I was spyin over at Mandy's 'gain and-"
"Billy! I thought I told you not to do that." I reprimanded. Mandy... she had grown up on us rather quickly. Well, perhaps not quite. At age fifteen, though, she had begun distancing herself from us - and the world entirely, for that matter. Of course, I left her alone - not much you can do ta argue with 'dat one. In fact, life without her had been much more... pleasant. Billy, of course, is still a pain in da neck, but you can send him off ta do something stupid an' take a break every once in a while. "What is it, boy?" I groaned, sittin' up. Not like a skeleton needs much sleep, anyhoo.
"Grim, she's bleedin' everywheres!"
"Bleedin'?" I asked, raising the stony brow ridge on my face. Lovely how the 'ole bones get so tender they can bend into expressions.
"Yeah! She's got the gun in her hand and everything!" I sat even straighter - not dat I care 'bout the girl much... but in a strange way... I do.
"Da gun? Billy, how's she bleedin', boy?"
"Through her wrists! Like this!" Billy poked my wrists to emphasize - as if it were necessary. With one swift stride, I was out of bed... or rather, the couch. Billy's mum doesn't find me suitable for a bed. Anyhow, I slipped into my robes an' made my way to da door. Looks like I'd be on da job if Billy weren't hallucinating again. He does that, 'ya know.
Through the cold air, I strode, Billy dumbly rambling at my heels, his stupid blue pjs looking just... stoopid. "Billy, quiet, fool." I finally said, unable to bear anymore of his blabbering. As usual, he just kept on with that mouth of his. Eventually, I simply walked a detour route, and at long last, lost him somewhere 'long da way.
To dat ugly house of hers I walked, and when I finally got der, I could see dat da lights were still out. Her parents hadn't noticed yet... they probably wouldn't. Blundering fools, dey are. Almost as bad as dat horrible Mindy girl - I shuddered as de thought ran through my head.
Using my usual abilities, a quick swish of my scythe, and I was materializing in her room. I only leaned against the door, crossing me arms across my chest, waitin for her to notice da 'ole grim reaper.
She'd change from last I'd seen her - taller, for one. Her hair held a floppier shape than it had in her younger years, but was held in much the same style. Her clothes were no longer da little pink dress with da strange flower on it, but da black and pink checkered pants and da white blouse... which was now stained red at the cuffs. I shook my head - I hate emos.
But, surprisingly, dat wasn't why she did it.
"I was hoping you'd come." Mandy said, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes. My own empty sockets widened - she was pale as a ghost. She stumbled to her feet, glaring at me. "What took you, boneass?"
"Billy."
"Oh." She shook her head, and sighed. Slowly, she began sucking on da blood on 'er wrists. She looked up out de corners of her eyes. "I need a favor, Grim."
"Yes?" I asked, staring.
"You know I'm scheduled to die in a few weeks. I'll be sick, and everything will end, just like that. Don't play dumb with me, I already know." My false shocked expression melted into an unsurprised smirk - she had a way of knowing what was goin' on about her. "Two favors, actually."
"Yes, Mandy?" I asked, sighing, stepping forward to brush a lock of hair from her eyes. It was a bit amazin', to see her all grown up on me. Every bit as cold as when I met her, yet somehow... somehow, so much more.
"I want to know what will become of me when I die."
"That depends on where you wants to go." I said, tappin my chin. "You could go live in Hades and become a zombie of sorts, you ain't fit for heaven. You could become a ghost an' haunt the living, or-"
"Anything more interesting?"
"I was gettin' der. I've got two brothers - one be Bonejangles. He owns a pub down in the underworld. Get 'der first an' you might be able ta' be a skeleton or such. Den... ders always Jack's... in Halloween Town. Become a Halloween demon and come back on Halloween ta-"
"That. I'd like you to send my to Halloween Town."
"Why? 'Tought you had 'nough of Halloween...."
"It's different for a mortal." She said it with her usual scowl. I blinked - I hadn't expected her to be dis eager ta die.
"And your second favor?"
She approached slowly, wrapping her wrists in some gauze Billy 'ad failed to mention her having on her. Of course, the fool. Her steps were slow, deliberate - da kind dat get you nervous. "Three weeks... not a lot of time, you know. It's... when you begin to feel yourself shut down that you realize all you've ever wanted to do. When you final come close to the end, you realize what you've trully wanted out of life. Have you noticed that?"
"It's common among mortals. Yes, I've seen it." I stated matter-o-factly, and cringed as one of her fingers met my robes, her thumb stroking the material.
"Some things actual shock me, Grim. Things about myself I've never known are surfacing. But there's one fact about myself that... I don't think I'll ever be able to live down."
"Was dat?" I asked, uninterested in her cryptic blabberin'. I get enough of dat from dat fat fortune tellers who think 'der too good to be reaped. Though, I suppose I should have paid more attention, now 'dat I t'ink about it.
"Promise me that you'll do me a favor."
"Sure, fine."
I was shocked and horrified when her hands just lightly stroked me cheek, then trailed down to my chest to stay der, her other hand rising to bring my neck down. Her warm lips pressed against mine, and it almost felt like I had flesh again, I swear I was 'dis close to actually feelin' it. I stood 'der for several minutes, head bowed, lips upon hers. Upon this young woman of nearly twenty, feelin' guilty yet oh so pleased. Does dat make any sense? No? Eh, I figured it don't.
Well, before I knew what exactly I was doin', my arms wrapped round her waist, and I slunk into her, swearin' I could feel her heat against me cold 'ole bones. My jaws, stripped of plush lips or any comforts, grazed upon the corner of her mouth. One of me' hands shakily rose into her honey blonde hair, stroking through it.
Finally, she pulled away, and I swear dat de universe must have cracked right 'den and 'der. For once in her horrible life... she smilled. A tiny smile, de' tiniest I ever did see, but a smile none 'de less. She leaned her head against my chest, and I stared in confusion but elation.
"Aren't I... cold?" I asked, not comprehenin' how she could hold so tight to a sack of bones. Her fingers twirled the front of me robes again.
"Yes." A long silence. "But I prefer things that way." I blinked, as her hand made to run down me face one last time, leavin' one last kiss on me cheek before she crossed the room to sit on the end of her bed, her usual grumpy face returning. "Now scram before I beat you to a pulp."
I smirked, and before I left, approached her, ruffling her hair. She leaned into the action, and I sighed at how twisted it all was. "You know dis will never work out."
Her eyes adverted, her fist curling. "I know, dumb-ass, so get out of here." She leaned into the kiss I left on her cheek, then evaporated from her room.
Da night air never did feel so cold on me 'ole bones.
"What happened, Grim?" Billy asked, somehow finding me as I meandered down 'de 'ole worn streets.
"Notin' dat concerns you, boy." I said firmly. An' dat was 'dat.
~
~
Mandy died three weeks later due to terminal illness, a cancer in the beating red organ that was her heart that had haunted her all her life. Her request was granted, and she was sent to Halloween Town to continue her after-life as a creature of the night.
And ole' Grim still waits to this very day for Billy to FINALLY die and free him of the mortal world so he can travel as he pleases... find whom he pleases... and do as he pleases.
And maybe... just maybe... love as he pleases.