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eerieindianaWritten for the Sunday Prompt Challenge (even though it hasn't been sunday here for 2 and a half hours) 'COMA'
[warnings: nothing you wouldn't find in any other Eerie fanfic]
Side note: this is the first fic ive finished in 3 months so please excuse how rough it is haha
Some parts of Fairytales are true. Some aren’t, but some are. He likes it when evils doers are punished for their evils. And if he's lucky, than something like that happens. He likes the idea of someone having a happily ever after. Sometimes, it seems like his parents have that. Sometimes, fairy tales even have magic in them, and sometimes, those spells can even be used in real life.
Mars is not much of a vigilante, but he does like it when evil doers are punished. He made his way down the stairs, tugging his favorite army green coat over his shoulders. His mother is at the table, spreading cream cheese on a store bought bagel. Harley is here, he’s been here almost always lately, with his own parents twice as absent as normal. It’s an injustice, and if Mars were a vigilante, then he may do something about it, but he’s not. So he doesn't.
“Good morning.” She smiles, but she looks sad. Mars feels sad too, but he smiles back.
“Morning Mom. Hey, Harley.” He says, picking up a handful of grapes from a fruit bowl on the counter. Harley looks at him before looking away.
“Where are you going?” She inquired, taking a bite from her bagel.
“Out.”
“Where is out?”
“I’m going to see my friend Dash.”
“The one with gray hair?” She has met him twice, only one of them she remembers.
“Yeah.”
“Any plans?” Mars shoves the grapes into his mouth, and shrugs, “Might go to the World ‘o Stuff.”
“Be careful.” She says, and she means it. He smiles awkwardly. She never used to say it like that, praying that her child will come back when others don't. He doesn't like it.
“I will.” Before she can talk anymore, he’s out the door, shoving the last of his grapes into his mouth.
Mars is not much of a vigilante or a spell caster for that matter. Dash is waiting at the World 'O Stuff, sitting on the bench out side, staring into space, lost in thought. It was not hard to get him to help. Mars isn’t much into revenge, if it that was obvious by way of Dash being very much alive and not shot on his lawn. But sometimes he can make an exception.
“Are you sure about this?” Dash asks, as they board the Eerie city bus. Their careful not to take the 158, which only returns to the bus stop about fifty percent of the time.
“Yes.” He responds, not bothering to give him any further response. He’s still working himself up. He needs to see for himself.
Dash takes the cue to shut up, which is good. Mars is sure he would have lost his damn mind if he kept speaking.
He shut his eyes for a moment, and then looked out the window. Eerie General, five stops away. Casting the spell had been easy enough. He just needed to get his hands on the right things. Some could be purchased from World ‘O Stuff, where Radford seemed to be having a sale on the things he needed. Somewhere harder. But Dash came in handy. Considering he owed Mars for the rest of his life; getting the older teen to let him into the Loyal Order of Corn building with the key he’d kept was not too hard. Getting his hands on the glass, that was harder. It took a night waiting under a counter and stealing it away at just the right minute. He used a cotton bud he took from Syndi around the rim of the glass. Perfect.
Mars is not much of a spell caster, magic in itself is not a part of his normal life. The librarian looked at him a bit funny when he burrowed massive tomes of magic and spells. Worth it, though. Mars is not much of a vigilante, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Books open and things arranged on the floor, he did what he set out to do, now he had to confirm that he’d done it, really done it. Dash was mostly along for the ride, and probably to steal from the hospital.
Eerie General has abysmal security. This had not been the case when Devon had been taken in. It seemed now he could walk the halls and no one would even notice them. Dash has already stolen several tongue depressors, and a stethoscope. Mars doesn’t know what he intends to do with them, but he’s not judging, after all: he cursed a man to sleep until he was kissed by his prince charming. Dash could steal whatever he wanted and be less guilty than him. There is a man at the door, Mars gives his best smile and pulls his 'Harvest King' routine on him, and it allowed in, being watched but a tall police man.
Dash opted to wait this one out, but Mars pushes on. He enters the bright white room, and stood at the foot of the bed. He feels dirty in comparison to the shining bright white sterile-ness of the room. Mayor Chisel is lying still and silent outside of his breathing. After touching him on the leg to ensure that he is out, Mars can’t not smile. He looked close, read the forms at the end of the bed and feels a swell of pride in his chest. For a first time spell caster, he's done a pretty good job. He walked up and then whispered to him.
“You cost me my best friend. Consider this payback.” He whispered, so soft that no one else would be able to hear it. He turned on his heel and left. Dash is waiting.
“Did you get what you needed?”
“In abundance,” Mars replied, thinking that he really isn’t a vigilante, but there are plenty of people who need to be punished for their evil deeds. Especially evil deeds that involved Simon. Maybe start with his parents. Dash looks at him sideways, than moves away. He'll do it alone, if he has to, but Simon Holmes will be avenged, and more than that: Remembered. Of this? Of this Mars knows.
[warnings: nothing you wouldn't find in any other Eerie fanfic]
Side note: this is the first fic ive finished in 3 months so please excuse how rough it is haha
Some parts of Fairytales are true. Some aren’t, but some are. He likes it when evils doers are punished for their evils. And if he's lucky, than something like that happens. He likes the idea of someone having a happily ever after. Sometimes, it seems like his parents have that. Sometimes, fairy tales even have magic in them, and sometimes, those spells can even be used in real life.
Mars is not much of a vigilante, but he does like it when evil doers are punished. He made his way down the stairs, tugging his favorite army green coat over his shoulders. His mother is at the table, spreading cream cheese on a store bought bagel. Harley is here, he’s been here almost always lately, with his own parents twice as absent as normal. It’s an injustice, and if Mars were a vigilante, then he may do something about it, but he’s not. So he doesn't.
“Good morning.” She smiles, but she looks sad. Mars feels sad too, but he smiles back.
“Morning Mom. Hey, Harley.” He says, picking up a handful of grapes from a fruit bowl on the counter. Harley looks at him before looking away.
“Where are you going?” She inquired, taking a bite from her bagel.
“Out.”
“Where is out?”
“I’m going to see my friend Dash.”
“The one with gray hair?” She has met him twice, only one of them she remembers.
“Yeah.”
“Any plans?” Mars shoves the grapes into his mouth, and shrugs, “Might go to the World ‘o Stuff.”
“Be careful.” She says, and she means it. He smiles awkwardly. She never used to say it like that, praying that her child will come back when others don't. He doesn't like it.
“I will.” Before she can talk anymore, he’s out the door, shoving the last of his grapes into his mouth.
Mars is not much of a vigilante or a spell caster for that matter. Dash is waiting at the World 'O Stuff, sitting on the bench out side, staring into space, lost in thought. It was not hard to get him to help. Mars isn’t much into revenge, if it that was obvious by way of Dash being very much alive and not shot on his lawn. But sometimes he can make an exception.
“Are you sure about this?” Dash asks, as they board the Eerie city bus. Their careful not to take the 158, which only returns to the bus stop about fifty percent of the time.
“Yes.” He responds, not bothering to give him any further response. He’s still working himself up. He needs to see for himself.
Dash takes the cue to shut up, which is good. Mars is sure he would have lost his damn mind if he kept speaking.
He shut his eyes for a moment, and then looked out the window. Eerie General, five stops away. Casting the spell had been easy enough. He just needed to get his hands on the right things. Some could be purchased from World ‘O Stuff, where Radford seemed to be having a sale on the things he needed. Somewhere harder. But Dash came in handy. Considering he owed Mars for the rest of his life; getting the older teen to let him into the Loyal Order of Corn building with the key he’d kept was not too hard. Getting his hands on the glass, that was harder. It took a night waiting under a counter and stealing it away at just the right minute. He used a cotton bud he took from Syndi around the rim of the glass. Perfect.
Mars is not much of a spell caster, magic in itself is not a part of his normal life. The librarian looked at him a bit funny when he burrowed massive tomes of magic and spells. Worth it, though. Mars is not much of a vigilante, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Books open and things arranged on the floor, he did what he set out to do, now he had to confirm that he’d done it, really done it. Dash was mostly along for the ride, and probably to steal from the hospital.
Eerie General has abysmal security. This had not been the case when Devon had been taken in. It seemed now he could walk the halls and no one would even notice them. Dash has already stolen several tongue depressors, and a stethoscope. Mars doesn’t know what he intends to do with them, but he’s not judging, after all: he cursed a man to sleep until he was kissed by his prince charming. Dash could steal whatever he wanted and be less guilty than him. There is a man at the door, Mars gives his best smile and pulls his 'Harvest King' routine on him, and it allowed in, being watched but a tall police man.
Dash opted to wait this one out, but Mars pushes on. He enters the bright white room, and stood at the foot of the bed. He feels dirty in comparison to the shining bright white sterile-ness of the room. Mayor Chisel is lying still and silent outside of his breathing. After touching him on the leg to ensure that he is out, Mars can’t not smile. He looked close, read the forms at the end of the bed and feels a swell of pride in his chest. For a first time spell caster, he's done a pretty good job. He walked up and then whispered to him.
“You cost me my best friend. Consider this payback.” He whispered, so soft that no one else would be able to hear it. He turned on his heel and left. Dash is waiting.
“Did you get what you needed?”
“In abundance,” Mars replied, thinking that he really isn’t a vigilante, but there are plenty of people who need to be punished for their evil deeds. Especially evil deeds that involved Simon. Maybe start with his parents. Dash looks at him sideways, than moves away. He'll do it alone, if he has to, but Simon Holmes will be avenged, and more than that: Remembered. Of this? Of this Mars knows.
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Date: 2017-08-13 05:48 pm (UTC)There's something I always love about dark!Mars fic!
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Date: 2017-08-14 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-13 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-14 09:32 am (UTC)and after all: isn't Dash worth more to him alive than dead? Who will make 80's references and fill the 'neat coat' quota?
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Date: 2017-08-14 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-13 08:11 pm (UTC)I also really like this line, that hint that it might be coincidence or it might be Radford helping from the sidelines in his usual passive way.
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Date: 2017-08-13 08:55 pm (UTC)this is
oh wow this is brilliant
and
dare i say it?
eerie.
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Date: 2020-04-22 08:00 pm (UTC)Marilyn ;_;