#exist-coll

                                                           ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #6

                                                  ᴅ ᴇ ʟ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ʏ !

                                Bᴜᴛ.. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ                                  Wʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ?  Wʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ?  

                                                         Oʜ.

                           Tʜɪs ɪs ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ.                                    “Ah, sir.. I.. can’t, this can’t be for me.”                                                            “It’s your name on the label.  Have fun!”

                          Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴡɴ                                       ＨＵＭＡＮＯＩＤ ＰＥＲＳＯＣＯＭ.

                     Is ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ?  A ᴛᴏʏ?                             Wɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ?                                                 Wʜᴀᴛ ɪғ… sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs?

Soundtrack File

EXIST PROMPT #2: ONE SHOT

                                                               ᴏ ɴ ᴇ s ʜ ᴏ ᴛ

                                        The click of the pistol’s hammer wakes you.                                         A velvety voice lilts out of your vision, 

                                “Give me a good one liner and I just may let you live.”

                                        You can see two of your friends hiding                                         outside the door, signaling to you that they                                         are working on saving you.

                                                            What do you tell the nice lady?

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ?

      The dull buzz of cars raiding down the streets outside could be heard through cracked windows and clutched doors, a gentle hymn of another peaceful day lulling D'zyátian down into the throws of his dreams like a child without means, his mind sinking away into the comfort of the silence, waiting again for another reset.  Another chance to change and another collection of memories forgotten in the dusk of the distance for what seemed like forever.  The resets never came quietly though, thin pricks of pain went through the tendrils of his mind and each and every corner of his brain had been properly rewired for the next day ahead, sleep never came easy either.

                                    In those minutes of life, nothing ever came easy.

It was hard knowing that your life was going to be different every time you woke up.

It was hard knowing that you might see the same people day by day and forget every single one of them.

                                    It was hard knowing people couldn't stand you.

                                                                                                           It was hard.

      The shift between souls carried through his body, changing scenes, changing memories and thoughts, ideas mixed into a jumble of what used to be in order to create another world worth living inside the contours of his head before the sound of a soft, sweet voice could be heard in the main corridor of his house.

Gentle.

“Wake up.”  The voice resounded as smooth as silk, the low hum and vibration of her vocal cords being used could be heard through her lips pressing together between words.  The sound of heels digging into the floors begun to stir him from his sleep.  "It's time to wake up." She repeated softly, her breath calculated between every step of her glittering red stilettos touching the floor.

          CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

      "Give me a good one liner and I just may let you live." The voice called out strictly, firm and vicious compared to her previously graceful words.  As she approached the bed her heels slammed down into the wooden floor clattering loudly in the silence.

      Just as the clock struck midnight, the cool metal barrel of a magnum pressed down against his flesh, sinking deep into the skin as the chilled material sent a shudder down his spine, the mix of words drew him back to reality, blanked minded in between resets.

      The cold metal forced him from his slumber, his body writhing against the feeling before he begun to drag himself back to.  His breath was light against his lips, his eyelids barely managing to function, slowly prying open until the gloss in his paled eyes begun to die out.

      He blinked in rapid succession, making out the scene unfolding before his eyes in the soft darkness of the night.  He found himself staring into the eyes of a young lady, not much older than him, if that.

      D'zyátian paused for several moments, letting the second hand of the clock tick by between the thick silence of the two.  He felt his heart bang inside of his chest, his blood pumping through his veins at record speed before finally registering mentally that the chilled item against his head was that of a gun, powered by spite or anger, powered by anything, he wasn't too sure.

          TICK, TOCK TICK, TOCK.

"I don't know." He immediately spoke up, his lips drawing together in calculated imitation of the other, before he laid limp down against the bed, his arms frozen at his sides.

"If I didn't spend a day, lost in these dreams, what more would a bullet to the head do- if not for favour?" D'zyátian felt his throat numbing as he spoke, his hands shaking in fear at his sides as though maybe it wouldn't hurt and maybe, he wasn't afraid of dying.

                                         Maybe.

      She stared at him with dark maroon looking eyes, her expression blank and empty, just as his had once been.  He knew that look and he remembered just barely what it felt like.

      D'zyátian reached his left hand forward, his fingertips brushing across her smooth pale skin, the edge of his mouth curling into a soft, understanding smile.

"It's okay." He spoke up, his voice low as he whispered, the sound of his hushed voice echoing through the room.  "You can take what you need." He added quickly, his eyes turning away for a moment before nodding his head firmly.

The light swish of a shadow in the hallway brought his attention away from the deafening situation, his throat dried out as he spotted the sight of two figures hushed in the distance.  In that moment he had no idea what was happening, his eyes making contact with the others.

             Who were all these people inside of his house?

                                             What in the world was going on?

                                                               He didn't have friends.

"It's okay.  It will be alright." He coaxed her in the silence, the dim street light illuminated her face in the dark.  "I understand."

"Shut up!" She screeched, her free hand immediately coming in contact with his cheek, a loud sound cutting through the room as he felt the imprint of her hand begin to numb across his face.  A rush of adrenalin coursed between the both of them despite the crucial situation they found themselves in.

"Ouch." D'zyátian mumbled, his expression filled with shock as though he had been shot, his pupils widdening as he stared at her.  "It's okay."

      The girl lost herself in an instant, her limbs flailing as she pulled away from him, shouting as tears filled her eyes, the liquid trailing down her cheeks in a bundle.  

      He watched her wordlessly, his eyes softening as she panicked, his hand still against her skin as he hummed in the midst of her fits.  He felt his breath short out as he continued with his tune, the low baritone in his voice soothing the vicious silence between them.

"It'll be alright." He added, feeling awfully pathetic in those minutes counted down by his repetitive words.

          BANG.

      The sound crackled through the air like a bolt of lightning, the dull ring of white noise took over his system as he felt the light pain of his skin piercing.  His hand fell to his side, fingertips limp over the edge of the bed as he lay stunned, a loud cry spilled out of his lips, his body tense as he felt the blood well up against his pants, his sheets immediately soaking in the collection of blood pooling there.

      The crimson liquid wasted no time in seeping through the blankets in a mess of mixed emotions between the both of them lingering in the room, stunned.

The girl froze, her entire body locked in a trance as she stared in horror.

"Oh- no." She sputtered, the magnum sliding down out of her grip, clattering down against the floor.  "Oh- no." She repeated, her body slumping down against the bed before she fumbled for his thigh, her thin fingertips pressing down against the wound as if to spot the blood flow, her nails were painted a masked purple as they struggled to put pressure onto the wound.

"Call the police!" She shouted, her voice hoarse as she moved to kick the gun under the bed.  Her eyes were filled with panic as she moved to tie the ticket of the blanket around his leg.

      D'zyátian felt his mind shorting out, his breath weighted with the pain shooting down his legs, his brain struggling to keep in motion.  He felt dizzy, watching the girl in a fitted panic as she continued to try to assist him.

"It's alright." He whispered, reaching his hand out to her, barely making contact with her skin before slowly slipping out of consciousness, the pain was too much for him in those seconds.