| Dec 20, 2015 7:09:45 GMT |
Post by Seras on Dec 20, 2015 7:09:45 GMT
Again, clarification needs to be said, this is for Benedict Church serial killer/ ex-hunter/ someone's baby daddy/ sugar daddy/ supposed daddy/ CEO and it will be done in first person POV cause I need to get back into him and it's a nice change from third person.
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The soft ticking sound of the clock nearby didn't upset the calm and tranquility that I had finally achieved in my office. It was Christmas Eve and all was quiet at last. There were no deer making a fuss about something I supposedly didn't do as well as an enthusiastic student/ secretary calling me 'daddy' every ten minutes. I moved my hand to the side of my face as I slowly turned papers over while reading them. My one flesh and blood eye followed along well enough as I read the memos quite fast. Who was to bother me now? Surely Sterling and that child would have gone home at some point; tucked away from his cold hands. Home. I never really had an actual home. My parents, if one could call those depraved cold-hearted beings that, were nothing more than people who shared the same house as I. A soft grin lit my lips as I glanced over at the picture frame in front of me. A gift, no doubt, from one of them. In the picture had myself standing at the center looking like my usual and the two of them standing beside me making faces I could never want to mimic. Sterling looked surly while Mable looked happy and bright.
"Why are you so surly, my little deer?" I murmured quietly, almost fondly, looking back down at the papers.
I reached up at the last second to adjust my tie around my neck. It was well past the time that I normally leave, but work never stopped for me even on Christmas. Sighing, I finally leaned back against the chair, feeling my back crack with how long I had sat slumped reading my memos. Groaning slightly, I raised from the chair slowly only to look back out the window once more. That seemed to be what I had been doing all day today. Snow. Ice. It was everywhere and yet I did not feel out of place within this winter wasteland. The clock kept ticking while the seconds passed like molasses. My amber eye wandered towards the clock upon the wall. It was almost 10 O'Clock; time for me to gather my things and leave for the night. I had closed the offices the next day due to Human Resources jumping up and down making a fuss about it. However, that didn't stop me from coming in. Sterling and Mable could have christmas together, they didn't need me. Making sure my appearance was kept, I recovered my winter jacket from the closet where I left it and walked through the halls of the company towards the lift.
"You're a mean one, Mr. Church....You reeeeaaally are a HEEEL!" A voice was singing, breaking the silence. I stopped, my hand reaching for one of the two hunter weapons I still carried upon my person. Two mismatching handguns that were both of the same make and model. The voice sounded women. Surely Sterling or Mable hadn't come back; I specifically told them to stay away. "You're as cuddly as a cactus, your as charming as an eeeelll, Mr. CHUUUUUUUU-URCH!" The voice sounded close by. Hadn't I locked the doors? My mind went into hunter mode as I quietly, slowly, walked towards the voice.
It didn't take long at all to come across a woman dressed in a revealing long white dress with red flowered designs on it done up on glitter. The dress had no straps and seemed to barely contain the chest within it. Easily taking my eyes away from the body, I steadied my eye on the woman's face. Her eyes were gray as well as her hair, yet she looked no older than 25. However, I couldn't shake the fact that my mind seemed to want to paint her older. That was not the strangest trait about her. She had feathers in her hair and a cat tail located behind her that was attached. A Magi? Why would one of them try to get in here? I knew my prey was sometimes foolish and stupid, yet I did not think it was to this degree.
"Excuse me, love, why are you her--" I began to say before she opened her mouth to grin at me and start to sing again, strutting around me at the same time. There was no threat, so I did not shoot, yet my killer instincts begged me to give it blood. In due time I would need to satisfy my hunger with something at least.
"You're a monster, Mr. Church--"
"I hardly think that is a fair assessment....but you aren't wrong I suppose." My voice interjected quickly, the tone bored and emotionless as per it's usual.
"You're heeeaaaarrts an eeeempty hooooole!" My words before must have amused her because I could hear a hint of laughter in her voice.
"......I suppose so...." My eye leveled on her, wondering just what and who she was. There was something off that I could not put my finger on.
"Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Chuuuuuuu-URCH!" At that, the woman broke out into the giggles only an older lady could ever give. There was both an elegance as well as an unhinged look about her. As if someone dressed an innocent angel up in mismatched clothes and tore her wings. She waved an elegant wave of her hand and simply grinned at me. I would deny it if asked, but her grin did send a shiver of what I could only make sense of fear.
My instincts told me she was dangerous yet I still did not move. "Now why would you come in here simply to sing my insults?" My voice, as elegant as it was, could not hide the contempt i wished to express to her. However, my body is unable to feel and transmit much emotions, so only a blank expression accompanied it.
"Because you have been a bad boy, Mr. Church, but even bad boys shall have some rewards. Tis the season for lessons and warm feels! Let's hope your heart grows two sizes today." After that it was all simply a blur. She snapped her fingers and instantly the world went black. I felt nothing for a split second while it felt like I had moved. My eyes closed, making it all go black.
The next moment I felt, I was standing somewhere familiar. Opening my eye not covered by an eyepatch, I noticed I was within my own home. The penthouse at the top of an apartment complex. The Capital lights on the skyscrapers lit up the outside in a dark landscape. Walking along, I noticed that there was a tree decorated and lit up in the center of the living room. I sighed. Mable must have done that. I swear that girl just does things to the beat of her own drum. I noticed there were cookies and a glass of milk on the counter. Santa was just a myth and a child's dream. Why anyone does these things is beyond me. I couldn't understand simply why this holiday has so much hype all over it. I walked towards the living room. It was a spacious room that was connected to the kitchen area. Everything looked so pristine and empty, yet the colorful christmas lights and the presents under the tree made it seem
like there was some life within this home after all. Why do I keep Sterling and Mable around if they simply disobeyed whatever I say?
Sighing, I finally make my way towards the L Shaped couch where two forms lay upon it. The first was someone whom I knew all of my life. To be at all honest with myself, I could not remember what it was like without Sterling beside him. Despite me being raised a hunter, I kept him close purely out of my selfish desire to have someone, anyone, around me who could feel in my place. Reaching down, I brushed a couple fingers over his hair, feeling the horns that were now growing back on his head. I joked about keeping them for my mantle as if to decorate it, but in reality I did find them beautiful. Perhaps it was because I knew they were cut off...or perhaps it was because they were from him. Whatever the reason, he now lay upon my couch with a blanket on him. There was a couch cushion that separated the two bodies, but the other one lay with what looked like a pencil and a pad of paper. Mable was always curious. Someone must have told her that Santa was real and she had gotten excited. I reached down to brush my fingers against her rabbit ears. They were always so soft and fluffy.
As soon as I touched her ears she reached out suddenly to pull against my arm, pulling me down to the couch with her. Grunting, I stumbled forward over her as she clung to my arm murmuring. "Daddy....Santa's coming..." Her voice was softer than I normally have heard it. Then again, I didn't pay much attention to them when they were being so soft. I was not her father, but she still called me that from time to time. No matter how much I told her as much, she still persisted.
"Not your father, Mable..." I muttered back down at her, sighing as I pulled on my arm, but that action just made her pull me harder and fall on the couch between them. Sterling was jostled, but not awake totally. However, it did make him move closer and huddle into my side. What brats they were. Couldn't they just let me fondly look at them from afar? Sighing, I did not move one more inch should I wake them up. The last time I woke up Sterling it was not a pleasant experience. My body still bore scars from the event. "You both are being rather bratty more than usual...and you aren't even awake." My voice continued to stay soft. Looking out the window, I noticed the snow start to fall. This was....not unpleasant. I normally did not care for such touching scenes, but if it was just these two here with me, I did not mind. I didn't need anything or anyone else. They accepted me as I was....or rather as I have shown them both thus far. Letting my Hunter heritage be common knowledge was a big taboo for me even to this day. They were both Magi, and I was their enemy by nature, yet here they were within my home, sleeping next to me. It was all so...strange....
Mable shifted up and into me as she too cuddled into my other side. I sighed. Really? They were too much. However, I did not push them away. Instead I held them closer and pulled their blankets around them with the hands that could reach. If they were going to stay like this, then I might as well get comfy as well with them. My hand reached up to lightly cup the back of Sterling's head as I leaned over lightly to brush a small kiss to his forehead. It was out of the ordinary, but for some reason I felt a bit more gentler than I normally did. What did that woman do to me? I felt....lighter. I felt something heavy in my chest, yet I could not place it. It was as if someone had placed a bit of my soul back into me. Reaching up I had pulled Mable more into me as I held her close.
"Is this what she wanted? Did she bring me back here to make my heart grow?" My voice was quiet as I thought it over, the machine computer that was within my brain, the neural net within my human brain tried to process this, but all that came out was an inconclusive answer.
"Don't question it...." A soft whisper came seemingly out of nowhere. And I didn't. I did not question anything that was happening, simply let it happen.
Let it go. Revel in the moment. Enjoy the small things. That was what the feeling within my chest was telling me. I could not ignore it, so I simply held the two people within my life who did not leave me alone and just wait out the night.
You're a mean one, Mr. Church, but tonight you shall have a heart two sizes too big.
THE END
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The soft ticking sound of the clock nearby didn't upset the calm and tranquility that I had finally achieved in my office. It was Christmas Eve and all was quiet at last. There were no deer making a fuss about something I supposedly didn't do as well as an enthusiastic student/ secretary calling me 'daddy' every ten minutes. I moved my hand to the side of my face as I slowly turned papers over while reading them. My one flesh and blood eye followed along well enough as I read the memos quite fast. Who was to bother me now? Surely Sterling and that child would have gone home at some point; tucked away from his cold hands. Home. I never really had an actual home. My parents, if one could call those depraved cold-hearted beings that, were nothing more than people who shared the same house as I. A soft grin lit my lips as I glanced over at the picture frame in front of me. A gift, no doubt, from one of them. In the picture had myself standing at the center looking like my usual and the two of them standing beside me making faces I could never want to mimic. Sterling looked surly while Mable looked happy and bright.
"Why are you so surly, my little deer?" I murmured quietly, almost fondly, looking back down at the papers.
I reached up at the last second to adjust my tie around my neck. It was well past the time that I normally leave, but work never stopped for me even on Christmas. Sighing, I finally leaned back against the chair, feeling my back crack with how long I had sat slumped reading my memos. Groaning slightly, I raised from the chair slowly only to look back out the window once more. That seemed to be what I had been doing all day today. Snow. Ice. It was everywhere and yet I did not feel out of place within this winter wasteland. The clock kept ticking while the seconds passed like molasses. My amber eye wandered towards the clock upon the wall. It was almost 10 O'Clock; time for me to gather my things and leave for the night. I had closed the offices the next day due to Human Resources jumping up and down making a fuss about it. However, that didn't stop me from coming in. Sterling and Mable could have christmas together, they didn't need me. Making sure my appearance was kept, I recovered my winter jacket from the closet where I left it and walked through the halls of the company towards the lift.
"You're a mean one, Mr. Church....You reeeeaaally are a HEEEL!" A voice was singing, breaking the silence. I stopped, my hand reaching for one of the two hunter weapons I still carried upon my person. Two mismatching handguns that were both of the same make and model. The voice sounded women. Surely Sterling or Mable hadn't come back; I specifically told them to stay away. "You're as cuddly as a cactus, your as charming as an eeeelll, Mr. CHUUUUUUUU-URCH!" The voice sounded close by. Hadn't I locked the doors? My mind went into hunter mode as I quietly, slowly, walked towards the voice.
It didn't take long at all to come across a woman dressed in a revealing long white dress with red flowered designs on it done up on glitter. The dress had no straps and seemed to barely contain the chest within it. Easily taking my eyes away from the body, I steadied my eye on the woman's face. Her eyes were gray as well as her hair, yet she looked no older than 25. However, I couldn't shake the fact that my mind seemed to want to paint her older. That was not the strangest trait about her. She had feathers in her hair and a cat tail located behind her that was attached. A Magi? Why would one of them try to get in here? I knew my prey was sometimes foolish and stupid, yet I did not think it was to this degree.
"Excuse me, love, why are you her--" I began to say before she opened her mouth to grin at me and start to sing again, strutting around me at the same time. There was no threat, so I did not shoot, yet my killer instincts begged me to give it blood. In due time I would need to satisfy my hunger with something at least.
"You're a monster, Mr. Church--"
"I hardly think that is a fair assessment....but you aren't wrong I suppose." My voice interjected quickly, the tone bored and emotionless as per it's usual.
"You're heeeaaaarrts an eeeempty hooooole!" My words before must have amused her because I could hear a hint of laughter in her voice.
"......I suppose so...." My eye leveled on her, wondering just what and who she was. There was something off that I could not put my finger on.
"Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Chuuuuuuu-URCH!" At that, the woman broke out into the giggles only an older lady could ever give. There was both an elegance as well as an unhinged look about her. As if someone dressed an innocent angel up in mismatched clothes and tore her wings. She waved an elegant wave of her hand and simply grinned at me. I would deny it if asked, but her grin did send a shiver of what I could only make sense of fear.
My instincts told me she was dangerous yet I still did not move. "Now why would you come in here simply to sing my insults?" My voice, as elegant as it was, could not hide the contempt i wished to express to her. However, my body is unable to feel and transmit much emotions, so only a blank expression accompanied it.
"Because you have been a bad boy, Mr. Church, but even bad boys shall have some rewards. Tis the season for lessons and warm feels! Let's hope your heart grows two sizes today." After that it was all simply a blur. She snapped her fingers and instantly the world went black. I felt nothing for a split second while it felt like I had moved. My eyes closed, making it all go black.
The next moment I felt, I was standing somewhere familiar. Opening my eye not covered by an eyepatch, I noticed I was within my own home. The penthouse at the top of an apartment complex. The Capital lights on the skyscrapers lit up the outside in a dark landscape. Walking along, I noticed that there was a tree decorated and lit up in the center of the living room. I sighed. Mable must have done that. I swear that girl just does things to the beat of her own drum. I noticed there were cookies and a glass of milk on the counter. Santa was just a myth and a child's dream. Why anyone does these things is beyond me. I couldn't understand simply why this holiday has so much hype all over it. I walked towards the living room. It was a spacious room that was connected to the kitchen area. Everything looked so pristine and empty, yet the colorful christmas lights and the presents under the tree made it seem
like there was some life within this home after all. Why do I keep Sterling and Mable around if they simply disobeyed whatever I say?
Sighing, I finally make my way towards the L Shaped couch where two forms lay upon it. The first was someone whom I knew all of my life. To be at all honest with myself, I could not remember what it was like without Sterling beside him. Despite me being raised a hunter, I kept him close purely out of my selfish desire to have someone, anyone, around me who could feel in my place. Reaching down, I brushed a couple fingers over his hair, feeling the horns that were now growing back on his head. I joked about keeping them for my mantle as if to decorate it, but in reality I did find them beautiful. Perhaps it was because I knew they were cut off...or perhaps it was because they were from him. Whatever the reason, he now lay upon my couch with a blanket on him. There was a couch cushion that separated the two bodies, but the other one lay with what looked like a pencil and a pad of paper. Mable was always curious. Someone must have told her that Santa was real and she had gotten excited. I reached down to brush my fingers against her rabbit ears. They were always so soft and fluffy.
As soon as I touched her ears she reached out suddenly to pull against my arm, pulling me down to the couch with her. Grunting, I stumbled forward over her as she clung to my arm murmuring. "Daddy....Santa's coming..." Her voice was softer than I normally have heard it. Then again, I didn't pay much attention to them when they were being so soft. I was not her father, but she still called me that from time to time. No matter how much I told her as much, she still persisted.
"Not your father, Mable..." I muttered back down at her, sighing as I pulled on my arm, but that action just made her pull me harder and fall on the couch between them. Sterling was jostled, but not awake totally. However, it did make him move closer and huddle into my side. What brats they were. Couldn't they just let me fondly look at them from afar? Sighing, I did not move one more inch should I wake them up. The last time I woke up Sterling it was not a pleasant experience. My body still bore scars from the event. "You both are being rather bratty more than usual...and you aren't even awake." My voice continued to stay soft. Looking out the window, I noticed the snow start to fall. This was....not unpleasant. I normally did not care for such touching scenes, but if it was just these two here with me, I did not mind. I didn't need anything or anyone else. They accepted me as I was....or rather as I have shown them both thus far. Letting my Hunter heritage be common knowledge was a big taboo for me even to this day. They were both Magi, and I was their enemy by nature, yet here they were within my home, sleeping next to me. It was all so...strange....
Mable shifted up and into me as she too cuddled into my other side. I sighed. Really? They were too much. However, I did not push them away. Instead I held them closer and pulled their blankets around them with the hands that could reach. If they were going to stay like this, then I might as well get comfy as well with them. My hand reached up to lightly cup the back of Sterling's head as I leaned over lightly to brush a small kiss to his forehead. It was out of the ordinary, but for some reason I felt a bit more gentler than I normally did. What did that woman do to me? I felt....lighter. I felt something heavy in my chest, yet I could not place it. It was as if someone had placed a bit of my soul back into me. Reaching up I had pulled Mable more into me as I held her close.
"Is this what she wanted? Did she bring me back here to make my heart grow?" My voice was quiet as I thought it over, the machine computer that was within my brain, the neural net within my human brain tried to process this, but all that came out was an inconclusive answer.
"Don't question it...." A soft whisper came seemingly out of nowhere. And I didn't. I did not question anything that was happening, simply let it happen.
Let it go. Revel in the moment. Enjoy the small things. That was what the feeling within my chest was telling me. I could not ignore it, so I simply held the two people within my life who did not leave me alone and just wait out the night.
You're a mean one, Mr. Church, but tonight you shall have a heart two sizes too big.
THE END
