AN: Yeah yeah.. I know. Not been online. I gotta tell ya, though. It's been a busy year. So shoosh.
This one-shot was inspire by the Stone Sour song, Wicked Game. Listen to it, and you will know exactly why this is so perfect.
I take absolutely no credit, except for wording this thing and posting it on . That was my own doing.
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Wicked Game
The world was on fire and no-one could save me but him.
He was the one who had started it all. This uncontrollable fire inside of me... It would have only come out sooner or later. But this wasn't soon enough.
Heat of the battle. Heat of the moment.
Words echoed through our heads. I could tell he was hearing the same things as me.
"No-one would miss me…"
"I would.."
I would. I did. I still do.
Even now, as he is running towards me, firelight dancing in his eyes.
Block. Counter. Parry.
We run on automatic, puppets of some mastermind. My mind lingers on those memories.
Strange what desire will make people do.
He is beating the daylight out of me.
My borrowed body groans in agony as I hit the floor. He's going to give it his all? Very well.
I grit my teeth and dematerialise into the flames.
Strike left, strike right.
"Burn, baby!" The words rip out of my throat, violent and endearing.
I had never dreamed that I would meet somebody like him.
I had never dreamed that I would lose somebody like him.
"Do you ever wonder what it's like? To love."
No, I don't want to fall in love. Even if I could, I wouldn't want to. We live in enough of an existential crises to deal with the torture of those emotions. No. I don't want to fall in love...
With you.
I think I'm in love…
With you.
Cruel unhearted boy. He truly was as wicked as the rest of us.
What a wicked game to play. It's just a game to him.. Making me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do… To make me dream of you.
"No-one would miss me.."
What a wicked thing to say.
I've never felt this way.. I don't care what those so-called scientists say about not being able to feel. I am feeling this pain.
Those dreams. His body over mine.
A warm mouth sends chills down a bared spine. Those words, enthralling and terrifying.
What a wicked thing to do.
To make me dream of you.
I didn't want to fall in love with him. I never meant to.
I still don't want to fall in love with him. But I don't think I have much of a choice now.
"No-one would miss me.."
No.. I..
"That's not true! I would.."
No.. I…
There it was. The finishing blow.
He's beaten me… But he remembers…
A smile can't help but force itself on to my face.
"Let's meet again.. In the next life."
Nobodies don't exist.
That is because once a nobody is known, they become a somebody.
Forget the science. Forget these so-called hearts.
Nobody loves no-one.
AN: I am serious. If I don't find some reviews in my inbox within 24 hours, I am going to have a conniption.