Inspired by the song 'Dog Teeth' by Nicole Dollanganger. 2p!PruCan as requested by a guest reviewer. This is for all guest reviewers! WARNING- BLOOD, DEATH, SADNESS (what did you expect?! This is 2p! for Christ sakes!)
Rain poured down outside the window, making little tip-tap noises as it fell. James sat curled up in the centre of the living room. He was covered in blood. The body of his lover lay black and purple and red with blood in the corner. Dried tears stained James' face; he didn`t have enough left to continue crying.
Akbar had already been quiet, and depressed, and everything a beautiful person such as himself shouldn`t be. And now…he was gone. The only light in James' life, and he had destroyed it. Everything James had ever held dear had been hurt; is brother, his parents, his friends…his lover. Akbar had been the only one to understand him, and laugh with him, and make him feel like he wasn`t alone out here in the Canadian forest. But he was gone.
James had loved Akbar, so much it wasn`t expressible with words. He had helped him through the roughest times of him illness. He had complimented Akbar everyday single day without fail, and gone with him to every counselling session, and reminded him to take his mends and just overall loved him. Akbar had been his light. The only light in the dark forests of which the pair lived…but every light had to go out, be extinguished and left. It wasn`t fair, it wasn`t right, and there was no control.
Akbar`s body was beat where it lay far away from his killer. James hadn`t meant to kill him; it was an accident. He had been out hunting poachers when Akbar had come out to tell him lunch was ready. He should have just stayed inside. James had panicked when he heard the yell, thinking it was the poacher, he fired three shots. The buck`s sprayed over Akbar, penetrating his flesh and bruising where they entered. As soon as James saw him fall, he ran. He ran with all his might, dropping all of his equipment in his plight to get to his lover. It was too late…he was too late.
When James reached Akbar he had cradled him, holding him close and whispering please of forgiveness. You know the most devastating part of it all? Akbar`s last words, the use of his last breath were to sooth James. "It`s okay…I love you…Jamie."
Now James sat, Akbar`s body propped up in the corner facing him. There weren`t enough tears to cry, screams to ring out, people to kill to console him. So he sat. Just sat. He didn`t eat, he didn`t sleep. Just sat, staring at the body of his partner. The circle under his eyes got darker; his body grew weak, soon unable to move at all. He continued staring, feeling as his heart re-broke every second that he looked upon the body of the albino. But he couldn`t look away; he couldn`t not look at what he had done. He stayed like this for what felt like years, though he knew it could only have been a few days. His body was shutting down from grief and sorrow.
~30 years later~
Gilda sat at the bar, drinking away her forth coming sadness. Having mounting depression sucked ass. But, then again, just a few bar stools down from her sat a very attractive wheat-blonde girl. She had her hair tied back in a long piny tail, the twisting ringlets cascaded down her back, contrasting with the red and black tartan shirt she wore. And it was sleeveless. Oh, God did a sleeveless shirt turn Gilda on.
Behind the bar, the barmen (a very, very annoying blonde Italian) noticed this. "You like her, si?"
Gilda glared at the man from under her hood. "Ja, what`s it to you, arschloc?" She spat at the blonde.
The Italian took a step back, hand on heart and melodramatic expression plastered on his face. "You wound me so! I was just going to ask if you`d like to send her a drink, bitch."
Gilda thought it over. The girl was very hot, ja, and Gilda certainly wouldn`t mind getting to know her, but send her a drink? Gilda didn`t think she could do that. The girl would laugh at her for sure. Yeah, better leave it alone.
She raised her head to decline, but it was too late. The barmen had taken things into his own hands and sent the girl a class of maple syrup whisky. Oh fuck.
The girl turned her head to look at Gilda, who promptly pulled her hood closer down her head, making sure to cover up her face.
The girl, thoroughly intrigued, moved up bar stools so that she was sat next to the hooded figure. She could feel the enigma tense up as she sat close. It was very awkward; the hooded person, of whom she assumed to be a girl from the curve of her back, was very tense and kept looking away. The girl decided to take things into her own hands. She bumped shoulders with Gilda, making the hooded girl turn to look at her, and started off on the single most important conversation she would ever have. "Maple whisky? My favourite drink. My name`s Melanie, by the way. Might I know your name?"
Gilda`s hand went to push her short locks behind her ear, accidentally pushing her hood off of her head. She gasped, and went to put it back up, but was stopped by a very strong, yet somewhat soft grip around her wrist. "…You're an albino." Whispered Melanie.
Gilda stood, ripping her hand out of Melanie`s grasp and ran out of the bar. Melanie, ever the polite Canadian, ran after her, hot on her tails as she ran. Melanie just caught up to Gilda as she was about to get into her car.
"Wait! Wait! I didn`t mean to upset you! I…can I at least know your name?"
Gilda glanced up at the blonde from under her hood as Melanie gently pushed it back from her face, revealing her boy-short white hair and piercing red eyes. "My…my name`s Gilda."
"Gilda. I like it." Melanie liked the way the name rolled off her tongue and the way she had to force out the sound 'd'. Plosive names had always made Melanie a little hot and bothered. "So, can I at least ask you out for a drink tis Saturday in thanks?"
Gilda slowly nodded her head. She had never gone on a date before; she had never had the courage to do so. But, this girl, no, this woman, made her feel so safe and secure. It was uncanny.
"See you then Jamie."
"Can`t wait for it Akbar."
Melanie made her way back to the bar after exchanging numbers with Gilda. It was only when she sat back down at her stool at the bar (after kicking some lumberjack out of it) that it dawned on her that she`d called Gilda 'Akbar'. Oh, well. She had the beautiful albino`s number now, and nothing else mattered.
Gilda was speeding down the Canadian freeway when she realised that she`d called Melanie 'Jamie'. Where the fuck had that come from? Fuck it, it didn`t matter anymore. Gilda had to go tell her sister of her good fortune!
For those who don`t get it- Melanie and Gilda are the Fem!2p! names of Canada and Prussia, and they are the reincarnations of James and Akbar. Got it? good. If you have any good songs that you want a story for, just leave it in the reviews and I will get to it as soon as possible.