HoneyedHopes
Professional Asskicker
Gabe
Gabriel Winkler awoke in a pool of his sister's blood. Beside him, her body lay motionless, curled up on her side with her hand resting under her chin. With a foggy mind, he recalled how she had always slept that way, knees pressed to her chest, back in the days when they'd shared a beds. it used to be endearing to him, her moments of weakness shown only in the darkness.
Darkness. Like a tick in his mind the word sparked imagines of the last twenty-four hours. The bar Cici had dragged him to. The drunken man he'd helped out into the alley. The white hot pain that that had left him without breath–without life–only to have that life forced back through his veins, the consistency of mud. He'd tried to pull away from the man, but only succeeded in banging his head against the dumpster, and tearing the flesh from muscle
Then his sister had appeared, and in his agony, he bit her too. Brand new instincts took controls of his limbs when his mind couldn't even decipher up from down. He drank, only vaguely aware of the blood dribbling from his temple to his chin. He pulled away, his sense of self pushing through the animal, but it was too late to save her.
He fainted.
Gabriel stared up at the sky now, its dusty purple caught between night and dawn. What would he do now? What exactly had happened to him?
"Fuck, how much did you let me drink last night?" Came a groan from beside him. Gabriel froze, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Gabe?" Cici growled again, impatience building. Then she looked down. "Oh my god, what the hell is this?"
Gabriel could only cry in response. "You're alive," he whispered through hiccuped breaths. "You're really alive."
Cici couldn't remember. Maybe that was for the best. The two stripped their bloodied shirts and pulled their jackets up to their jaws, and stiffly made their way home, leaning heavily on one another.
Gabriel Winkler awoke in a pool of his sister's blood. Beside him, her body lay motionless, curled up on her side with her hand resting under her chin. With a foggy mind, he recalled how she had always slept that way, knees pressed to her chest, back in the days when they'd shared a beds. it used to be endearing to him, her moments of weakness shown only in the darkness.
Darkness. Like a tick in his mind the word sparked imagines of the last twenty-four hours. The bar Cici had dragged him to. The drunken man he'd helped out into the alley. The white hot pain that that had left him without breath–without life–only to have that life forced back through his veins, the consistency of mud. He'd tried to pull away from the man, but only succeeded in banging his head against the dumpster, and tearing the flesh from muscle
Then his sister had appeared, and in his agony, he bit her too. Brand new instincts took controls of his limbs when his mind couldn't even decipher up from down. He drank, only vaguely aware of the blood dribbling from his temple to his chin. He pulled away, his sense of self pushing through the animal, but it was too late to save her.
He fainted.
Gabriel stared up at the sky now, its dusty purple caught between night and dawn. What would he do now? What exactly had happened to him?
"Fuck, how much did you let me drink last night?" Came a groan from beside him. Gabriel froze, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Gabe?" Cici growled again, impatience building. Then she looked down. "Oh my god, what the hell is this?"
Gabriel could only cry in response. "You're alive," he whispered through hiccuped breaths. "You're really alive."
Cici couldn't remember. Maybe that was for the best. The two stripped their bloodied shirts and pulled their jackets up to their jaws, and stiffly made their way home, leaning heavily on one another.
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