Warnings: Major Character Death, Panic Attacks
Characters: Chase Brody
Monster AU
Forty-Theme Challenge, Prompt 15: Alone
Stumbling steps.
Head clutched in his hands.
Rapid breaths he no longer needed to take.
Marvin gone.
Marvin gone.
House empty.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
The word bounced around his head like a ping-pong ball; the harder he shoved it away, the harder it came back.
His best friend's body was rotting away in the study Chase refused to set foot in anymore. Or maybe it had already rotted. He couldn't remember how long ago Marvin had passed. All he knew was loneliness; Central, their home, had fallen silent when the sorcerer spoke no more.
Chase truly was alone.
His silver eyes darted—this way, that way—as he tugged at his hair.
Oh, god, oh, god.
No more Marvin—alone—Marvin—alone—why wouldn't the others return?!
A sob caught in the spirit's throat as he sank to the floor and buried his head in his knees.
Alone. Trapped. No more Marvin. Trapped. Alone.
Could a ghost hyperventilate? He didn't think so. It didn't stop his chest from being too tight, or his mind from racing in the same horrible circles over, and over, and over, and over again and again.
Maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was a horrible, horrible thing to wish for, but he wished Marvin had been trapped here with him. He wished the man hadn't been at peace with his death. He wished…
God. He just wanted to hear his friend's voice again.