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Curves (9b/9)

[(Anonymous)]

You are being very rude you know."
Charons eyes shot open. He was sitting on a bench in a metro station.
It was very crowded and in pristine condition.
The crowd was dressed in suits and dressed with groomed hair and faces.
This was before the bombs.
He turned to face the voice.
A middle aged woman in a floaty white dress.
She had wavy brown hair and familiar eyes.
"I don't understand." Charon spoke.
Fear struck him as he heard his voice. Smooth. Unchanged.
He held up his hand to find it was the same.
Skin covered the entire surface with light hair across the forearm. He brought his hand to his head to find the thick auburn hair he was once accustomed to.
"My daughter is trying her hardest to bring you back but yet here you are."
"Janet ? Where is Janet ?"
Charon stood from the seat towering the petite female.
"I told you. She is bringing you back."
Then it clicked.
"Catherine ?"
The woman smiled a wonderful warm smile.
"Hello."
"How do I get back?"
"Janet."
"How ?"
"She is bringing you back. So follow her."
She pointed into the crowd and he spotted her.
Her hair was pinned up and she looked radiant.
She smiled and held out her hand.
Catherine paused him.
"Just so you know. She is bringing you back from death. This will be very painful and I'm sorry."
He went to ask her what she meant but she was gone.
Entering a train with James at the corner of his eye.
James nodded before heading in.

He faced Janet once more who beckoned him forward.
She turned on her heels and began fighting against the crowd.
He followed.
"Don't you dare give up on me !" she screamed.
No one in the crowd turned at her voice oblivious to it.
He walked forward a step before the pain took over him.
Someone had grabbed his arm.
And took skin.
He kept walking, not out of choice.
"You promised !" she screamed again.
More hands reached out pulling at his skin. Tearing, exposing muscle.
Janet continued to walk on not turning back and he could do nothing but follow.
Hands with knifes reached out and stabbed.
Familiar places with familiar scars.
He was being returned to his previous state.
Bullet wounds began to form burn and scar over.
A hand grabbed a tuff of hair followed by one and another.
It was agonising.
He screamed out loudly in pain as more of his skin was ripped off.
"HES ALIVE." he heard a voice shout. It was echoed off each wall.
Unsure of the origin.
Janet now stood at he top of escalator holding out her arms.
"COME ON!" she screamed.
He ran up them clutching her close with torn skin and clothes.
He closed his eyes to breathe in her scent.

"There you are."
He opened them to find himself in a faded room.
He looked up to to find himself in Janet's arms.
Blood covered her and tears fell freely.

"Don't you ever leave me again" she panted.

And that's how Charon found himself serving a lifetime with his mistress. The last one he ever had. The one with the beautiful smile and the rare curves. The one he loved

Re: Curves (9b/9)

[(Anonymous)]

OP: ah! ahmygosh. that was so amazingly beautiful and epic i don't even know what to say. you literally made my eyes water with sadness, happiness and everything in between. i love this so much!