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Octavia POV:
The screaming and crying and all that fucking noise kept pounding into her head.
Octavia was rolling on the snowy ground, those four weird shadowy things still staring her down.
”Make it fucking stop!!!!”
She could somehow hear that smug voice through all the noise, though it did nothing to drown the rest out.
"Sorry about all the discomfort you're going through.
I know, it sucks, but you need to be ready for when your role has to be fulfilled.
It could be a week, a month, maybe even years from now….but it’s coming. So you’ve got to be ready and hopefully willing."
His tone then changed. Just for a few moments. It went from condescending and smug to...oddly sombre.
"What you're going to help happen....It's going to be terrible. If you knew what it was, you'd probably fight against it with all your being.
I understand that. It would be understandable and reasonable why you would feel like that.
But it will be done. It has to be done. It should be done."
What the fuck are you talking about, you psycho?!
That surprisingly serious conversation ended, with the smug voice seemingly finding its feelings of self-assurance once more.
”Well, no use dwelling on that now. Hopefully it won’t be too long before…”
The smug voice trailed off, as the world around them shook. Not violently, like a hell quake, but more like a distortion.
Like a digital image glitching forwards and backwards.
While this continued to occur, Octavia heard something new cut through all the fucking noise in her head
Is that a….a fucking guitar?
Paint it Black (The Rolling Stones)
I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes
Octavia could see the figures looking around, seemingly just as confused as she was about the sudden music.
I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back
I've seen people turn their heads
And quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens everyday
Octavia could feel the noise get drowned out by the song. Slowly, she started to make her way back to her feet. It was something to focus on. To help her ignore all the shit going through her head.
I look inside myself
And see my heart is black
I see my red door
I must have it painted black
Maybe then, I'll fade away
And not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up
When your whole world is black
Octavia had managed to get to her feet. The only sound she heard was that song. It wasn’t deafening like that noise, but it permeated everything around her. She could see the figures acting strangely.
Two of them were seemingly straining to move away from the other two.
No more will my green sea
Go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing
Happening to you
If I look hard enough
Into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me
Before the morning comes
I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
As the music kicked back in, the two figures had successfully pulled themselves away from the monstrous figure and the other normal sized figure.
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes
The forest around them all was glitching out and breaking apart.
I wanna see it painted
Painted black
Black as night
Black as coal
I wanna see the sun
Blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted
Painted black, yeah
Once the song had finished, Octavia stood tall in a near total void. The two figures that had broken away were moving between her and the other figures.
One of them stood still and raised its arms at the stationary figures, seemingly ready to fight.
”You will not harm them…” It was the emotionless voice. She could hear it more clearly now than before.
What type of accent is that?
The other one made its way towards her.
It looked at her with those eyes she couldn’t quite make out, and placed its hand in her left shoulder.
It looked her straight in the eyes.
It was the sad voice that spoke, only saying two words.
“Save us.”
Those words were repeating in her head like the noise before, but they didn't hurt. Octavia couldn't quite explain it.
The world around start to fully melt away, as the sad voice kept repeating itself. Except the words were being phased in and out by someone else speaking.
" Save us. Save...You're safe....us...Save...You're not alone...us....Loona is here with me and....Save....Everything's going to be alright..."
Octavia blinked....and she was back in her room.
She could see Loona was there, and that instantly reduced a lot of the stress she was feeling.
Directly in front of her, however, was Matthew.
The confusing, weird guy who was now living in her home, and who had his hand on her shoulder.
His grip was soft, and he was trying very hard to maintain eye contact. He was twitching, but it looked like he was trying his best to keep still.
He's trying to keep me calm....Why? Why would he care?
Wait....
His hand was in the same place.
Same level of eye contact.
The same fucking voice......