Title: Coffin
Rating: T
Words: 420
Notes: Drabble. Semi-related to Chemical, does't make much sense, not much explanation for what's even going on here...
Genre: Romance/Supernatural ?
Summary: Somewhere forgotten and abandoned, something long since dead sparks back to life.
Six feet below the surface of the loose soil, crimson eyes dart open. A body becomes aware of its dark, cramped surroundings. In the oxygen-depleted confines of the coffin, a pair of thin legs begins to kick with inhuman strength. The lid of the coffins caves in and dirt begins to pour through, threatening to crush and suffocate anything in its path. The corpse acts oblivious to the soil, however, and begins to dig its way out.
As heaps of dirt are pushed aside, the body emerges from the ground, the first drops of the falling rain landing lightly on a head of glossy black hair. Constant flashes of lightning serve to illuminate the pale face, and the pale lips, and the deep red eyes almost glowing with a certain intensity.
The body, the shape of a young man, begins to run, almost instinctively towards an unknown point.
As the figure runs through the darkness, it clutches its head as if in pain, as if certain thoughts and memories are struggling to be recognized. The pain intensifies, and then subsides, replaced instead with certainty. He knows where he has to go now. Cold wind and heavy raindrops sting Red's face as he makes a sharp turn down an alleyway, trying to pick up speed despite slipping on the smooth surface of the pebbles beneath his feet.
A few more turns are made and Red ends up on a familiar street. He feels afraid and confused, wondering if this is all a dream, or if he's become a ghost. Blinking tears out of his eyes, he rushes over to the address he knows by heart. The front light is on when he arrives, and terrified, he knocks, begging to heard, to be seen.
...Nothing.
Red knocks a few more times, lightly, disheartened. He's just about to leave when the door flies open, and Green is there, looking shocked, unable to move.
"You left the light on for me," is all Red is able to say as relief washes over him, and he watches Green nod slightly, still in awe. The crimson eyed male is surprised by his own voice, as it struggles to be heard at all, coming out strangely, weakly.
He feels Greens arms wrap around him tightly, pulling him closer. The touch is solid, real.
"I missed you, Red," Green chokes out, unable to hold back his tears. Red feels tears forming in his own eyes and he replies, his voice still shaky and weak.
"I missed you too."