Garden In The Ceiling 4
(Norway x Reader)
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Very gory chapter, so…yeah, look out!
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You cannot change what you refuse to confront
"I'm sorry…" A man of about thirty stood above two figures, one small and the other wide. "I'm so, so sorry…" The man repeated again, his peppermint eyes flickering between the two of them, his lips set in a flawed frown. The atmosphere within the room only darkened as he continued to speak, as if his shadow ceased all happiness in the room. His contorted and vile shadow moved over to the sheet covered women. "Let her rest in peace, she is in God's hands now." His whimsical voice whispered out before he flicked his hand, the women was taken out of the room by dispassionate staff. This was the seventeenth unexplained death today.
"How long?" The wide figure questioned. He already knew the answer, a day or two. "….I mean…until the process is over….she wanted to be cremated and sprinkled over her garden." The man finished, the younger one flinched at the word 'garden.' She leaned forward, deep noir hair falling over her shoulder as she looked up into her tired fathers gray eyes. Teal clashed internally against gray in a cold battle.
"You told me that she would be ok…" She called out softly, her sobs filling out the last of her statement. The man flinched before leaning his head down in shame. He didn't know how to respond to that…he didn't know how to be a father without his loving wife…he didn't think he could do it.
"I'm sorry…I didn't….I thought she would be alright. I need you to just be quiet for a moment sweetheart, ok?" He stated, he moved his hand to his blading head, scratching it just as his wife would. It seemed to bring him comfort because he was able to meet in direct eye contact with the doctor whom waited by the doorframe as a faint smile swiped across his face once being noticed.
"But you told me–"
"I said be quiet Olive." The man let out fiercely, frightening the young girl. Her teal eyes went downcast before an airy look crossed her absent face. The man let in a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "..I-I didn't mean that Olive, daddy just needs you to—"
"Mama hates you daddy." She stated strongly, the air was filled with water. "That women was right." The black head pushed her father away from her as she sped past the doctor and her father. The man followed not too long after regaining strength in his legs and realizing what had unjustly been said to him. The doctor only tipped his hat in anticipation before a Cheshire smile made its way to his rose lips, his eyes with sinister intent. He bent down and picked up two metallic blue lollipop wrappers that seemed to have fallen from the girls dress pocket. He shoved them deep into his lab coat before closing his eyes and tapping his chin with great jubilance.
"Children will be children after all Mr. Robinson. I suggest you let her go or else Insanity may get to her too." The man cackled loudly earning frowns from other workers but he only continued to laugh as he excited the room, giggling like a maniac all the way down the hall.
I stared in fear as my body bent back unnaturally against the couch behind me, a pressure pushing harshly at my back causing me to whine out slightly. Deep gray eyes showing a range of emotions at once, I could feel the tension in the air. He opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it, a sneering smile wide across his face, meeting his mixed eyes. I suddenly felt something inside me; something cold and unforgiving…what was this feeling? A cold sweat dropped upon my head. Not the sweat from running, but the sweat from anxiety. My heart pounded like a drum. I flickered my eyes uncontrollably. What is there? I thought I saw something moving, but it was just my own imagination. Then it was there again. I wiped my eyes so I could see straight.
"Do you feel it (f/n)?" I shook my head quickly, ceasing my eyes swift movements as I met back up with the one from my torment. "Is it beating inside you? Is it painful? Does it worry you?" He questioned out softly, his hand moving over to my paled face, he was cold. Oh so very cold, almost, inhuman like. I took another gasp of air before scooting back closer to the unforgiving leathered seat behind me, poking my side painfully. "Come on (f/n). I can't hear you, speak up." He called out, his eyes showing wickedness before playfully gazing into my own semi-open eyes, I felt as though my lunch was going to upheave.
"I-I…" I didn't know how to respond so in response and with the adrenaline pumping through my veins I let out a loud bellow. My mouth was open wide and my eyes were too except, they were unseeing. I only saw white before a being too fast for the eyes pushed me up against the wall to our side. It was Clovis; his hand was covering my still shrieking mouth, keeping any more gasps to come my frail form silent. His eyes were dreary and his grip on my lower jaw and mouth pushed forward, harder, and rougher.
"Calm down, there's no need to scream. I'm only here to thank you." I simply stared into his eyes, which showed resentment. I had no idea what was happening but I was beginning to lose consciousness as his grip on my neck only grow harsher with each passing moment.
Was I going to die? Finally?
Clovis began to push me up higher and higher by the neck, constricting my airways and pipes; I could only make out sounds and silent cries. "I-I.." I tightened his grip on my neck, his eyes growing more and more excited as if what was rolling from my tongue brought him great pleasure, it bothered me.
"Say it." He stated simply, his breath on my neck as he did so, I began to whimper before finally letting go, my eyes rolled behind my head and I began to shake uncontrollably, unable to take the lack of air. "DAMMIT!" All I could hear was his anger and I could feel my head grow in pain, as though it was being banged against a sledgehammer but I ignored it. My air pipes loosened and I took in a large gulp of life.
Dammit was right.
My eyes continued to flicker back in forth behind my eyes, my lids still open, the whites of my sockets easily seen by my inflictor. "(f/n), wake the fuck up, I'm not finished, I want a response." I couldn't hear him anymore, I was gone. My hearing began to dull until it completely vanished, I could only make out my breathing. My eyes opened wide, I was no longer in front of Clovis but rather on the side of a street, a street I knew well.
'Where am I?'I questioned but no sound came from my mouth, just air. I no notice to it as I speed walked down the lonely road, not a single soul nor car in sight just….black and white as if in an old twenties movie. I gripped onto my arm. It was bear. I only had on a tank top and running shorts….had I been in the middle of a jog? No, I as in my apartment being strangled to death by someone I vaguely remember, someone who should have bit the dust. I only tightened my grip on my shoulder as I thought about my strange predicament. I took a whiff of the scenery, a dreary but homey street, complete with flickering streetlights and a parked car here and there. It was like any other street but it didn't feel right…something was off I just didn't know what it was yet. I sighed silently to myself as I came closer to a railroad not even a block away, on the other side there were people and cars, it was odd, there was also color, it just so happened to be a late night. The nightlife in this city seemed busy but on this side it was…cold and desolate. Where was I?
I began to speed up, I felt as though it would be best to get closer to legitimate civilization but as I began to move quickly I felt eyes on my side that stopped me in my tracks. I looked across the street where another person stood, completely parallel to me. I couldn't make out his looks aside from his bright red eyes, they didn't look….safe. He didn't look safe. I only turned back around back towards the railroad only to hear footsteps, loud, quick, footsteps. I began to pace quickly afraid of the outcome if the footsteps grow closer to me; just as I was about to make it across I felt an intense stare on my back stopping me in my spot. I turned around to meet with the red eyes of the stranger, he was about a cars length away from me but even in that proximity I felt odd.
'Get the fuck away from me.' I mouthed only for him to smile at me, his smile meeting his eyes. He looked up to the moon and pointed up before making a giggling motion with his hands. I only stared afraid to make a move, he soon looked over to me once more, ruby eyes making contact with my (e/c) eyes before turning around and walking back exaggerating his footsteps yet again. I sat and waited until I couldn't make out his form. I was about to turn around when I noticed something, this man was getting bigger and bigger until I could make out those frightening eyes yet again. I speedily forced my body to turn and make a move but this time he'd grabbed my side just in time stopping me once again, this time, I could make out everything. Wild alabaster hair, deathly pale skin as if he'd been kissed by death itself and eyes that reminded me of an arachnid, large and diabolic. But his smile, his smile was something else….
I could only describe it as completely and utterly insane and that was something you never wanted to see in a person.
The man let go of my arm and backed away, I simply stared in horror but was finally able to speak up. "Your eyes are wrong." I whispered out, he only continued to smile. "Your eyes are wrong." His smile began to falter. "Your eyes are wrong." I didn't know where this was coming from but I felt as though I was correct, something was off about his eyes, I knew this man….I swore I knew him but….his eyes, dark and evil, were wrong. "Your eyes are wrong." He cupped his chin before whispering softly, all seriousness evident in his voice.
"What a silly statement (f/n), my eyes are just fine." Then, without warning, he gripped onto my shoulders, as the man before him had. His thin, boney, fingers dug into my shoulder blades most likely leaving bruises. I cried out in pain but he only tightened them, mischievous smile etched into his mouth. "Are you going to say it now (f/n)?" I sucked in a breath, sweat at my brow but I could only hold my lips shut, I didn't know what to do. He began to waltz away to me backwards, eyes still set on mine. He bounce in his step. I finally felt in control of my own legs and shot off over the railroad, into civilization. After I'd made it across I looked over my shoulder to see no one, as if it had all been a cruel nightmare. I looked around to see if anyone saw what had had happened but no one said a thing, they just continued on with their worthless lives.
I sucked in my breath and continued to walk, much of the scenery vanishing before my eyes as I blended into the large crowd of city people until I was in my apartment again, this time alone. It was true, I truly was feeling such an emotion, one that I've always been quiet vein about but I couldn't escape it this time.
I slid to my knees as realization hit me like a bullet; I held tightly to my heart and let the tears roll down my face like rain. I reached to touch the foreign waters; it was an odd sensation, to cry. I'd only ever seen patients and their families let out such a liquid, it was salty….it was distasteful, I hated it. I hated everything, I hated this life, I hated myself, and I hated Clovis. It was a chore.
"I'm afraid."
"I sense something odd in the air." A tale figure whispered into his arm, he was situated over by one of his bared windows. His deep azul eyes glared off into the distance, although, he looked fairly calm. Something was amiss and he couldn't tell what it was exactly. "Gandalf?" He called out softly, voice slightly muffled by his blue shirt. Always blue.
"Ja Mester?" A dwarf like creature crawled from beneath the pale mans bed, his stature of that of a servant as he bent down, long graying beard touching the tiled floor. "Is there something you are in great need of?" His gruff voice called out strongly, a few bruises were present on his pudgy face. The others were getting riled again yet it was 4:55.
"I want you to visit someone for me…" The man thought over what he'd asked, what if the others decide to attack him while Gandalf was away? What of it though? "Ja, I'd like you to visit my friend." The emotionless man swiped his finger towards the window. "You know who correct?" He turned over to the stout man and his eyes showed that of great worry causing the troll to nod indefinitely, his master was never one to show such sympathy to anyone asides from himself and the kind women whom spent long afternoons with them. She was very kind to him especially, always leaving out food and coffee for him although she'd never seen him, which had astonished him at first.
"Of course Mester." The man stood up barely passing his masters knee and crawled back under the bed, awaiting for the inevitable. The Norwegian let go of his arm and slid down from his stool, he grabbed a handful of many forks stored within his cutlery. He never wanted to kill the trolls, he just didn't want to have to deal with this everyday, he'd have to keep his friend waiting for him despite her many pleas and he didn't like it. "Here they come." He nodded and tightened his grip onto his forks before thrusting forward and flipping over the metal bedframe, out came a small army of trolls, big and small.
"Gandalf." The human stated, his sky eyes steely and cold. "Take care of the small ones." Gandalf nodded and moved his large axe over the head a few of them, silencing their cries and screams immediately. Their lifeless corpses dropping to the ground like flies. Blood filled the room, spurting out of the thick necks like a fountain, a cursed fountain. The man brought his forks down thrusting the utensils down on the larger ones heads, small stubs were left of the fork as he pushed them further down, their screams coming to no end but Lukas only stared dull eyed at them as their long lives flew passed them. "I honestly do not pity you, you deserve to die." He quickly pulled the fork from the troll's head, leaving a thin line straight to the pink flesh. The thick sound of skin being sliced was as a symphony of music to his ears.
The tall figure moved swiftly and elbowed one of the many trolls left standing, dancing over to an unsuspecting miniature man before stabbing the back of his neck. The man began to squeak and squabble as he lifted him higher and higher up, the head began to slide until a clisshhhh noise cut him off stopping the movements as fast as they had come, he was dead. Gandalf continued to stagger left and right cutting down his former comrades like trees in a forest, his eyes showed resentment within them. He hated them, they wanted to devour his master and that was never welcomed into his spirit, he had known better then that, Lukas had taught him that much. He simply sliced them were they stood, becoming their undertaker and resurrection man. "I don not understand the point in this feast of human flesh, we are not cannibals." Gandalf asked his latest victim whom only cried out in pain as his arm was sliced off, chunks of flesh hitting the ground noisily.
"Because, the noble one asks for it, he wants him in his belly!" The troll's nonsense caused Lukas to look up to him, he dropped a body from his hands and walked over to the armless troll before lifting him by the collar.
"Who wants to speak with me?" He asked, apathy present. The trolls face was contorted and vile as he lay his large brown eyes on him his grin shit eating.
"He goes by Clovis now a days… but he has many names." He stared at him before throwing the troll to the ground; cracking his over sized head. Blood spewing from his now lifeless form.
"Pathetic." Lukas walked over to the now silent bodies and kicked them over towards his bed; the last of the living ones stormed the room, exiting towards a small door in the corner near the bed. "Help me push these into the pit." Gandalf nodded and lifted a few into his arms before throwing them into the pit, Lukas doing the same. The room was finally clear of anything aside from blood, usually his friend would have arrived already, but she wasn't which frightened him but he didn't show it.
"Shall I take leave Mester?" Lukas waved his hand and Gandalf bowed. " I shall return soon." The troll left through the door, which the others had vanished behind and Lukas was alone yet again, to think out his next move. He moved to his small tiled sink and turned it on, the blood that stained his hands was beginning to harden which irked him to no end. He moved his hands from over it and watched as the clear water resonated with the red on his palms dying it a disturbing crimson.
"Disgusting." Lukas began to scrub harshly trying to remove the red but it seemed to stay even though it was obviously coming off, he didn't know what to do except scrub and scrub until he was using his nails to claw off the blood. He continued unable to hear the calls of his doctor he only continued to scratch even when it began to burn.
"LUKAS?!" He ignored it and continued, pieces of blood began to come off pleasing him to no end, it was almost gone. "I'm coming in!" The man shouted before the metal door was unlocked allowing access for those who followed him. "What are you doing?!" Lukas felt his arms pulled away from the sink, much of the bloody clumps unable to slide down the drain. "…what did you do?" The mans peppermint eyes stared intently on the large patches of skin that clogged the bloody water. "Why did you do this?" He questioned only getting a frown. The doctor pulled the hands to him and stared, much of the flesh on his palms had been scrapped away and even some of opisthenar was even damaged, this caused the disturbed man to tsk at his favorite patient. "Oh Mr. Bondevik, what am I to do with you." The worry from his voice only vanished once he removed his gloved hands from the patient. His smile showing his pearly whites which in turn disturbed Lukas.
"Let me go home." Lukas let out calmly; he always knew the answer, he'd ask every other day. The man laughed happily before kissing the top of Lukas' forehead, he did not flinch or move away.
"Now why would I do that? You are my favorite you know." The doctor bandaged up the mans palms with parchment and alcohol, once again Lukas did not flinch. "This is your home, your grave, and your heaven." The doctor cut the leftover bandage and pated harshly down onto the mans hands, he hissed in pain but the doctor only smiled cruelly, he truly was an evil man, to laugh at someone elses pain was only a game to him. "I'll make sure of that." The doctor stood up, his leering shadow glaring down at Lukas' smaller one before following it's master out of the room. Lukas was alone yet again. It was a chore to Lukas Bondevik; it was a chore to live.
Lukas realized that, and he hopped that (f/n) did too.
End of chapter
Hey guys~! Sorry for the long wait but I've been busy with a bunch of other stuff. So who the hell is Clovis really and why does everyone know him? What is reader afraid of and what did Oliver do exactly? Why are people suddenly dying? What is going on?
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