Whistle
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,066
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Whistle
She slides her fingers into her mouth, a move that would be vaguely pornographic if the situation wasn't so serious. She gives a few test blows, eyes shut as she focusses on the pitch, determined to get it right. She has to get it right. He doesn't yell at her to leave, to give up and get out; just watches her closely, rifle braced against his good shoulder, eyes on her and the flimsy door. Outside, the dogs howl and shriek fiercely, shaking the old wood of the tiny shack they sheltered in.
You should just leave, was the last thing he'd said, nearly an hour before. Just let them get me. I've got no regrets.
She didn't even bother telling him how stupid he was being, just got to work. Her preferred weapon was broken, keys and metal frame smashed beyond all recognition by one of the hounds trying to get to him, but her lips could work in a pinch. It's a simple melody, she thinks, listening to the beasts shrieking outside, the faint but chilling laughter of the woman riding the winds. The only question is whether or not she'll be strong enough.
Eyes open to see him, calm yet worried for her, and she feels herself harden. She'll have to be strong enough, because he's all she's got left. She exhales, letting out the first shrill note of the impromptu song.
It goes on for hours, her music against the woman's, but not once does she back down. Even after it feels like she has no air, that the world around her is dropping away, she keeps up the piercing melody, lashing each note out with a deadly force, listening to parts of the woman's orchestra yelp and fade away. Finally, it's just her and the woman, her notes holding pure while the woman screams in anger.
He's mine, the woman growls, rocks falling against each other, trees uprooting.
He's his own, she thinks around her notes, shoulders shrugging slightly, altering the pitch. And he's all I've got left. So leave us be.
And just like that, it's over. The woman was gone, the cabin shattered around them letting in the soft, pink light of the sunrise. The time was up; they won.
Rising up on two shaking legs, she stumbled over to him, hand stuttering over his warm cheek, taking in the stunned, joyed look in his eyes before collapsing, sobbing out her relief to his chest.
AN: Written 08.01.19
A girl and a guy go up against the/a crossroad demon a win. The guy sold his soul on a ten year lease to save her a decade before, and she's determined to save him back. Or at least that was the idea in my head. I've been rolling the music fighting thing around in my head since beating TP. *shrugs*
You should just leave, was the last thing he'd said, nearly an hour before. Just let them get me. I've got no regrets.
She didn't even bother telling him how stupid he was being, just got to work. Her preferred weapon was broken, keys and metal frame smashed beyond all recognition by one of the hounds trying to get to him, but her lips could work in a pinch. It's a simple melody, she thinks, listening to the beasts shrieking outside, the faint but chilling laughter of the woman riding the winds. The only question is whether or not she'll be strong enough.
Eyes open to see him, calm yet worried for her, and she feels herself harden. She'll have to be strong enough, because he's all she's got left. She exhales, letting out the first shrill note of the impromptu song.
It goes on for hours, her music against the woman's, but not once does she back down. Even after it feels like she has no air, that the world around her is dropping away, she keeps up the piercing melody, lashing each note out with a deadly force, listening to parts of the woman's orchestra yelp and fade away. Finally, it's just her and the woman, her notes holding pure while the woman screams in anger.
He's mine, the woman growls, rocks falling against each other, trees uprooting.
He's his own, she thinks around her notes, shoulders shrugging slightly, altering the pitch. And he's all I've got left. So leave us be.
And just like that, it's over. The woman was gone, the cabin shattered around them letting in the soft, pink light of the sunrise. The time was up; they won.
Rising up on two shaking legs, she stumbled over to him, hand stuttering over his warm cheek, taking in the stunned, joyed look in his eyes before collapsing, sobbing out her relief to his chest.
AN: Written 08.01.19
A girl and a guy go up against the/a crossroad demon a win. The guy sold his soul on a ten year lease to save her a decade before, and she's determined to save him back. Or at least that was the idea in my head. I've been rolling the music fighting thing around in my head since beating TP. *shrugs*