Drabble+: Nightmare

[strangetomato]

There's nothing quite like breaking your own rules, is there? I'm contrary like that, so actually coming out and saying I'm not going to post much will obviously make me want to write something. So here it is... a drabble+.

Prompt: A character wakes from a nightmare in the middle of the night to the person they least want to see at that moment.
Characters: Tank Grunt (and others, but you'll have to read it to see)
Wordcount: 400
Warnings: language, violence




Then Johnny stopped moving. Tank held his neck in his hands, and Johnny looked back at him with lifeless eyes.

He was dead, and Tank had killed him.

Finally.

Goddamned alien piece of shit.

But why did he feel so empty?

Oh, god. He had killed him.

"Johnny... Johnny?!" Tank shook him. "Shit... I didn't mean it. Wake up, you asshole!"

Frantically, he tried to revive him, but it was too late.

Then Ripp was there, wailing. He fell onto the corpse in despair. "Johnny! You've killed him. You've killed my Johnny!"

"Stop it!" Tank yelled, "Stop crying!"

"You killed him. My brother... you killed my brother."

"I'M your brother."

Why, Ripp? Why him? Why not me?

"I hate you."

Had he said the words, or had Ripp?

Then he was choking him, pressing Ripp to the floor, and feeling the life go out of him too.

Why not me?

He was killing him.

He wanted to stop, but couldn't.

He tried to break out of it, but couldn't.

He tried to scream, but nothing came out.

"Tank?" Frances was on him, shaking him. "TANK!"

Tank still couldn't move or say anything. He couldn't even catch his breath. He could see the room around him, and Frances reaching down at him, but he couldn't move. Frances had his hands reaching out towards his neck, and he thought he must be trying to kill him too. He tried to yell, "Get the fuck off of me!" but nothing came out.

"Tank?! What's wrong with you? Stop it! Wake up! You're scaring me." Frances felt his panic rising, and the next thing he knew, he had slapped Tank squarely across the face. "WAKE UP!"

Tank woke up.

For a moment, they just stared at each other. Tank wanted to escape, to shove Frances aside and get out of there, but he felt a strange comfort in having him there too.

He didn't want to be comforted.

He didn't need it.

How much of that had Frances been able to witness? Had he cried out in his sleep? Dreams were blurring into reality, and he didn't want Frances to see that... to see what he had done. He didn't want Frances on his bed either.

"You... hit me."

"I'm sorry." Frances bit his quivering lip, and tried not to cry, but the panic and relief were too much for him.

"God... don't cry."



 

Comments

[xel-squirgle-ox.livejournal.com]

*snicker* I'm a suck up to the mods as well. I'm the epitomy of ~clique~ oh noes!

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

I've already started writing a simsecret about you. :P You'll never know who wrote it...

[xel-squirgle-ox.livejournal.com]

LOL! You know I'll be waiting impatiently for that secret then... And if you're lying (again) I'LL KILL YOU! I know where you live, and it'll take me just a few seconds to use my magical teleportation powers for me to get all the way there. :P

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Oooh, are you a... ninja?

In the background, Frances lets out a huge sigh. *snicker*

[xel-squirgle-ox.livejournal.com]

Yes I am! Even though I hate ninjas, pirates, and vampires just like FRANCES!

Ooooh, he's in my secret huh? What, are you complaining about how MY version is too unlike yours? Well boo hoo.

...I was actually thinking of making a simsecret complaining that there haven't been any Frances ones in the past too weeks.

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Hell, I'm thrilled that your Frances is different. He's a blast.

You should do it. I want to see Frances secrets all over the place. We have to make sure they're secrets, though, so we're not abusing the community with spam.

[xel-squirgle-ox.livejournal.com]

He's actually not THAT different. My Frances is still a snob and a worrywart, since I didn't change his personality. I'm having too much fun writing him and Guy that Part 1 of chapter 3 has become basically all about them! (Shameless promotion because I'm an attention whore and you know it: as seen in this drabble. :P)

Okay, I totally will. Maybe not this week though, because the secrets get posted tomorrow. I have to prepare for another craft fair that snuck up on me and I'm trying to sell something new anyway.

Oh, so me to make it an actual secret? Damn that's going to be hard since my love for Frances is as clear as this icon.

[xel-squirgle-ox.livejournal.com]

So YOU WANT me. Wow what is wrong with me and the typos today? And why do I have to be so obsessive that I have to correct my grammar in another comment?