Phobos (fearandpanic) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-05 23:55:00 |
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Fear wraps its arms around you / Here is where I reign
Who: Phobos (fearandpanic) [Narrative]
What: Sitting on the road to awe, trying to decide which way to go.
Where: Small alley in the outskirts of New Orleans
When: Saturday evening.
Warnings: PG-13.
He knew what almost dying felt like; he'd gone through that more often than he could count and this wasn't it. This was probably going to be the real thing. Slumping against the nearest wall, Phobos felt his knees give in and winced lightly when he hit the ground.
"Fuck," he breathed, keeping his hand - slick with his own blood - pressed against his stomach as he rolled onto his back. There were no fireworks lighting the sky in this part of town. Everything was quiet and dark just like the old lady's small garden.
The Greek God of Fear didn't know why he'd felt compelled to seek her out or why he'd stayed with her until her eyes closed forever. It had seemed the right thing to do. Her name was Louisa and her hair hadn't been the colour of salt and pepper but chestnut-brown when they first met. They had spent one long hot - and almost happy - summer together. Then, on the first day of autumn, he'd left and never returned but he sent her postcards for a while - ten years give or take - and then forgotten all about her until she stepped back into his life.
Had he loved her? Maybe. Possibly. He wasn't sure but when she asked him to end her life, he'd granted her that favour. Quick and painless. Old hearts were easy to stop; all he'd done was give her a small fright.
Who'd have thought Louisa's granddaughter owned a fucking gun and knew how to use it and was home? Not Phobos, which was probably why he was lying in a dingy alley bleeding from a hole in his stomach. He wondered if he'd die here or if someone would find him.
Did he want anyone to find him? Maybe. Possibly.
He would have liked to return to his twin like he promised but wasn't sure he could. He would have liked to see Meddy's new skin, would have liked to hear his aunt Ate laugh at him for being such a dumbass, would have liked to tell his parents his latest bout of stupid.
Clutching at his mobile, Phobos brushed his thumb across the speed dial button that would connect him to his father. All he had to do was push it... but that's not how it worked, was it? Fear and Terror were supposed to come running when the God of War called, needed them or was injured, not the other way round. Besides, there were several hundred miles between them.
Still, it would be nice to hear Ares' voice, though, for one last time.
The phone sailed through the air and clattered to the ground a couple of feet away.
Not how it works, you idiot...
With temptation removed, the light twin closed his eyes and waited for the Fates' decision.
~*~
The kid's pulse was so faint that the paramedics didn't think he would make it. They still took him to the hospital, though, and let the doctors work their miracles. Since the boy didn't carry any kind of ID, the hospital checked him in as John Doe, estimated that he was between eighteen and twenty-two and hoped he wasn't allergic to anything they gave him.
Not that it really mattered since nobody believed the kid would survive the night anyway but sometimes almost corpses could surprise you.