I'm liking the responses for this so far :) I just gotta say to seriously, romance/Valduggery isn't the main aspect of this. I just kinda threw that in there. There's really not going to be much, so there.

Vague Mortal Coil spoilers.


Fletcher Renn shut the door to his apartment and collapsed onto his sofa. He threw a magazine across the room in a fit of exasperation. He just didn't understand why someone would want to "ship" 500 pounds of tuna across the world. All he really wanted to do was crawl into bed and somehow get rid of the dead fish smell lingering on his shirt. Fletcher got up from his sofa and stumbled into his room. He threw off his jeans and chucked them in a corner and slipped on his PJ pants. He ripped his shirt off, throwing it into his open closet, slamming the door to it shut. Fletcher begrudgingly brushed his teeth, glaring, and being all around cranky.

He shut his bathroom and bedroom lights off and almost flopped onto his bed when something hit his face. He flailed as he pulled in T-shirt he had just worn off of his face.

Fletcher looked up and screamed.

Two people were emerging from his crowded closet. One was a tall and handsome man, with chocolate hair. His eyes were a shining blue. He was holding the hand of a shorter and plump woman, her green eyes and blond hair shining.

"Son, I am disappointed," the man, named Crossfire Lost, said.

"Why couldn't you be more like your father?" Ivory Frost, the woman, said.

Fletcher stood still, only blinking.

"This is no way to treat your long-lost parents!" Crossfire shouted suddenly, brandishing a spear from out of nowhere. Ivory's hands turned an icy blue, and Fletcher could see his breath it was so cold. The sudden attack caught Fletcher off guard; he was still just standing there, shell-shocked.

"You…you guys are dead," he said, shivering.

"You wish," Ivory said, blood running from the slice on her neck like syrup.

"Son," Crossfire said, "you've thrown your life away. You had such a life with that Valkyrie Cain, and now you've gone and lost her to a dead man. You will never be apart of their group; you'll always just be expendable."

"Dear, face it," Ivory continued, "you will never be liked. You're a horrible person, with a horrible personality. Valkyrie Cain was only with you because she took pity on you. She's far happier with this dead man you want to be like so much."

"Really, no one cares about you."

Fletcher chocked on his breath, their words stinging. "No, no, they do."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," he said loudly. "I have friends, unlike you two. I care about people, not my job. I'm annoying as heck, yeah, but who even cares?"

"No one!" Crossfire bellowed, throwing his spear. Fletcher tried dodging it, but his feet were encased in huge blocks of ice. The spear soared over Fletcher's head, landing in something. Fletcher panicked and craned his neck to look, and he screamed again.

Valkyrie Cain was pinned against the wall, the giant spear sticking out of her chest. Her face was scrunched in pain permanently, and blood came out in a steady stream. Her arms and legs hung limply, while her eyes were vacant.

"You awful people!" Fletcher shouted angrily, suddenly free from the ice on his feet.

"Don't use that tone with your mother," Ivory said sternly, extending icicles from her fingers. She stalked up to her son and dragged one icicle across his cheek, drawing blood. He didn't even flinch; he just stood there and stared.

Crossfire strolled up, tilting his head at just the right angle so Fletcher could see the bullet hole in his skull. "I wish I hadn't taken that bullet for you," he said simply. "You'd be better off dead."

He grabbed his spear out of Valkyrie's dead body, ignoring the sound her body made as it toppled to the floor. She landed on her arms, and they gave off a resounding crack that echoed through Fletcher's small bedroom. Crossfire leaned on his weapon heavily, pressing the tip into his son's bare chest, drawing more blood. Fletcher grunted with pain for a moment, but recovered quickly and suddenly teleported to across the room, grabbing a can of deodorant. He waited for his mother to turn around, and he chucked it at her. Crossfire snarled angrily, preparing to throw his spear again, but a hand suddenly gripped his shoulder and pushed forcefully. Strong legs pushed into his back, pressing onto his spine, breaking it with a crack.

Ivory Frost struggled against her attacker, and Fletcher realized they were just plain black figures. They had no features and made no noise. The black figure looked up at Fletcher, and he could tell it was smiling.

"I miss you," it said quietly. "Why don't you let me back in? I could help you become more and more powerful day by day. You could have everything and everyone you ever wanted."

Fletcher shuddered at the Remnant's voice, remembering their assault on him, which caused him to almost kill Valkyrie. "Get out of here," he muttered, reaching for a lamp. "I swear I will kill you."

Their forms were different, but Fletcher knew they were the Remnants.

"How can you?" the other Remnant answered, taunting him. "We won't die. We will never die. You aren't strong enough to kill us. We-"

Fletcher shouted in anger, hurling the lamp, wincing as it crashed onto the floor. He took a shocked step back, noticing everything was gone. Valkyrie's dead body wasn't there, and his parents were nowhere to be seen. The Remnants had disappeared too. Fletcher shakily reached up to touch his cheek and chest where he had been cut, and he was horrified to find that small droplets of blood were still oozing from his wounds.

He shuddered and moaned, making a promise to himself to never tell a soul about this.


I'm kind of having fun with this.

WHAT I'M NOT HAVING FUN WITH IS LIFE.

Reasons why:

One: I went to my homecoming and it was the worst thing I have ever done. It was disgusting because everyone was just GRINDING and GRINDING against everyone else and I was really tired and cranky.

Two: The guy that I like (who shall be called BMW) gave me his hoodie the other day when he, a group of my female friends, and I walked down to our previous school because it was raining cats/dogs/men. I had it for a few days, and I gave it back to him recently. And he's really cute and I love him, and I'm not sure he has a girlfriend because I heard that he did, but also that he didn't. So yeah.

Three: The awful girls in my lab group were making fun of me on Facebook and I saw it. This was all because I wouldn't let them copy my work; this makes me a "poor sport". So now I refuse to speak to them, and I will not offer any help to them since they are too stupid to even comprehend the English language and do not give a crap about school.

So yeah. Friday was kind of fun. Friday was the football (the American football, not the British football) game where it was my school versus our major rival school AND WE KICKED THEIR BUUUUUTTS. It was 42- 28 in case you were curious :3

Anyway, I'm kind of satisfied with this chapter, but I find it kind of rushed and disjointed. So, sorry about that. (Especially to you, Mademise Morte, since I'm thinking of you and your critiques as I'm typing out this note :D)

Anyway, hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes! :DD