Quick note-
For some reason, it's not letting me make new stories. So this is my solution. Add them onto old stories. Problem solved.
Also Im reading some of my old writing, and then reading this, and thinking:
'Sh*t. (I wanna keep this K+)
SH*T.
That's improvement.'
So this was based off a dream I had, with inspiration coming from Septimus Heap, Harry Potter, The Corpse Bride and MCR for the title.
Enjoy!
"Of all places Garnet could've assigned me,"
Pearl grumpily searched through towering piles of garbage, a wretched oder filling her nose.
"She had to give me, of all gems,"
She nearly tripped over an empty soup can, grumbling in frustration.
"The garbage dump."
Looming piles of trash outlines the sky, which had just finished fading from the pinks and oranges of the sunrise. The sky would've been beautiful, full of flecks of vibrant colour, had it not been for the garbage blocking her view.
A foul oder of rotten food and old tires placed its home in Pearls home, causing the thin gem to gag and plug her nose. Sure, it wasn't the best location to search through. But it could be worse. Amethyst had to look through the boardwalk to try and find the butt.
The gems were searching for a gem mutant, which had been sliced into three pieces; which had all ran away. Each piece had grown a new set of limbs and scurried off, it was weird. Garnet was sure of the locations and which sections went where, so at least Pearl could be grateful that she wasn't looking for the butt. The tall gem started giggling at her own joke, getting partially sidetracked from the task at hand. So much, in fact, that she hadn't noticed the quiet looming figure approaching from behind her.
The gem mutant.
And by the time she did see it, there was no time to run. A thick saliva dropped from the gem monsters mouth onto the back of Pearls neck. Pearl stopped laughing immediately, heart sinking in her chest. The petit gem slowly turned around to face the giant, heart falling in her chest when she saw it. The mutant was bird like, but with four massive arms with three clwas on each, feathers falling off its two thin legs. Pearl was stiff with fear, hairs on the back of her neck standing up. That thing was at least three times her height...
Both were silent and still, until one made a move.
Four sets of claws shot out toward Pearl, scratching at her delicate ivory skin. It let out an ear pricing screech, loud enough to shatter a gem. Pearl shut her eyes in response to the sound, she'd cover her ears if they weren't being held by her sides by two of the claws, the other two scratching at her gem monster had pinned her to the ground, cracking her fragile gem against a broken bottle. As Pearl took a deep breath in to scream as loud as her lungs would let her, a slimy tentacle wrapped around her neck, circling over her mouth. But- the gem monster didn't have tentacles...
Slowly opening her eyes, they went wide in fear. Another similar gem mutant stood in front of her, four jet black slimy tentacles instead of claws. 'That was the one Garnet was looking for...' Pearl made the connection in her mind. She didn't even have time to look at it for very long before a tentacle shot out at her.
Everything went black.
It felt as if needles were being torn out of her gem; laying scattered among the broken glass that covered the surface of the junkyard. Everything pulled and tugged on Pearl, almost as if trying to rip every atom from her body. Time stopped, so did her heartbeat, which no longer pounded while trying to break free of her chest.
Pearl laid there, heavily bleeding from both the gem mutant attack and from the chips of glass lodged in her skin. She drew in a shaky breath, stopped by the feeling of her lungs not expanding. Groaning and trying to sit up, a cold wind blew over her, sending shivers down her spine. The feeling of something peeling; rather being peeled from something, was not pleasant.
"What in the..." Pearls lungs once again worked to allow her to speak and to breath. But they still didn't expand. And her heart no longer beat in a rhythmic pattern in her chest. Her body lay completely still, no longer accompanied by the rush of blood flow or the permanent tthrobbing in her temples that Amethyst had created.
This was odd.
Something was clearly off, though Pearl couldn't quite put her finger on it. Without even realizing it, Pearl was slowly floating upwards, hovering inches above the Earth. She blinked, rubbing her sore eyes. What was left of her organs dropped. Her skin felt cold, transparent, as if it wasn't there. "Oh my goodness." Pearl panicked, noticing that she floated above the ground, which led to even more panicking. "Ohmygoodnessohmygoodnessohmygoodness..." She was in full out panic mode, eyes falling on her dead body, peacefully laying beneath her.
"OHMYGOODNESSOHMYGOODNESS!" Eyes wide in fear and confusion, Pearl made the conclusion in her mind. She first denied it, bringing her hands to her head. Looking down at her body, scars lined her skin, thick blue lines where the gem mutants tentacles had cut off her circulation. The rest of her clothing was bloodstained, stains outlining a gash in her midsection, where the fatal blow had been delivered.
"I'm dead..."
The words fell off her tongue, the slender gem (ghost now) clasped a cold hand over her mouth, eyes welling up with tears. "No... No, this isn't real!" She denied, feeling her wrist and the oust for a pulse, lungs for breathing, pinching herself for pain, anything as a symbol of life. She stared into the cold, lifeless face of her body, which had been laughing and full of life just several hours ago. Minutes ago.
Her thoughts werent registerring in her brain. She was dead now, nonexistent, passed away, just dead. She'd survived the gem war, escaping Homeworld, and this was what killed her, just a regular mission gone wrong. Pearl sat down beside her body, gravity significantly lighter on her ghostly form. It had all happened so quick; the gem mutant, the claws, the bottle...
Her attention was drawn toward the bottle that had smashed her gem. Pieces of the glass were mixed with slivers of her gem, both nearly identical to each other. A closer look could reveal one half of her gem intact, the other half shattered to dust, and other pieces identical to the shattered glass of the bottle. Anger welled in Pearl stomach, leading to more tears of frustration.
"This is all your fault, you stupid bottle." She growled. "If it weren't for you. I would STILL BE ALIVE!" Pearl stopped herself, cold, icy tears streaming down her face and sinking through the ground below her, as if it weren't there. "I'm yelling at a bottle." She said softly, coming to the realization of her craziness and sitting back down on the hard earth, hugging her knees to her chest and crying into her thighs.
"I'm dead... I'm really dead..."
