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On The Church Steps

This is a part of my Infection au, so, yeah….

T/Ws: Death, mention of past death, knives, tell me if i need to add any

Word count: Approx 1250

Ships: Logicality

I really hope that this is as ‘sick’ as you hoped @stop-it-anxiety, I’m pretty proud of it. It finally introduces Picani and Remus (who isnt Roman’s brother here, i should mention) into the au, which is exciting! And its ever so slightly different to my normal writing style!

The Infection, Sea of stars, (this one fits in here) Heartbreak

Writing masterpost

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“Hello?! Hello!”

The voice rang through the church like a flock of panicked birds, accompanied by frantic banging on the heavy wood of the door.

The three inhabitants of the church had been sitting around the fire discussing their day and warming the chill that was already settling in for the night from their skin when they heard the shouting and immediately they all shot up and down the aisle to the door.

“They’re a long way from home,” Logan remarked darkly on the clipped tones of the accent from what was canada in a world gonna by.

“Don’t you dare make a joke right now,” Patton said, his voice void of any real reprimand and weak as a leaf.

“Hello?” the person continued, still banging on the door so hard that it shook. “Please! I’m being chased and they’re coming! Please God let me in!” Their voice was so full of terror that the fear snapped each syllable right in half.

“This may have been a church but god can’t hear you,” Logan muttered, a strange kind of hostility creeping into his voice.

Patton shot him a look filled with the same kind of hostility that made Logan flinch back. “Stop it!” he cried, his eyes shining.

“Please! I can hear you!” the voice yelled. Logan slapped a hand over his mouth on instinct. “My name is Emile! Please let me in!”

“One moment, Emile! Hold on!” Patton shouted back, placing his hand on the latch.

“Wait a minute,” Logan said, his eyes widening, full of horrified realization. “You’re not actually going to let them in, right?”

“I have to,” Patton said, turning back to him, looking at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No! No you don’t!” Logan shouted. Patton took a step backwards, but didn’t turn back to the door.

Virgil shook their head in confusion, their hands even deeper inside their pockets than usual. “What’s going on?” they asked, their voice sounding more strained and high pitched than usual as the pounding on the door rose into a crescendo.

“Virgil, you try to talk some sense into him!” Logan walked away, rubbing his temples as if that could help to clear his head of the pounding that he couldn’t tell was on the inside or the outside.

“Patton what are you doing?!” Virgil exclaimed as he came into their line of sight.

“There’s someone out there,” Patton said, the resolve draining from his voice by the word. “I have to let them in!”

“Please! They’re getting closer!”

“No!” they said, backing slightly away from the closed door looking like a rabbit caught in headlights. “You can’t open the door, are you insane!”

“They’re a human being! We can’t leave them out there alone with a pack after them!” Patton practically screamed in frustration and fear and confliction.

“I can see them!!”

“We don’t know that they’re human!” Virgil retorted, still backing away.

“What else would they be?!” Patton turned back to the lock, but his shaking hands fumbled too much to get it undone.

Logan rubbed harder and harder on his temples until it hurt, shaking his head all the while and muttering ‘no no no no’ until his mind was clear enough to shout one word.

“Remus!”

Patton stopped dead, his trembling hands suddenly lurching back to his body.

“This isn’t like Remus,” he whispered at the floor, not turning around.

“Help me! Please!!”

“Who’s Remus?” Virgil asked, putting a hand on Logan’s arm that he roughly shook off without even noticing. They crept back a few paces, as if wounded.

“How do you know?!” Logan demanded.

“I just do!” Patton whirled around, his hair flying over his face, looking like a shadow, a silhouette in the dim light of the evening.

“You guys, who’s-”

“Oh God! They’re here!”

Growling and snarling joined the orchestra of panicked and frenzied sound coming from beyond the boundaries of their sanctuary. The pack had arrived.

“Remus was insane!” Logan shouted, his hands snaking their way through his hair.

Patton also ran a hand through his hair and jabbed at the door with the other. “He was alone and desperate! How would you describe that person out there?!”

“Who the fuck is Remus!?”

“Please! I can’t hold them off much longer!”

“Remus Duke,” Logan said, his voice suddenly strangely calm, his eyes fixed on Patton, the intensity burning within them making the slightly smaller man squirm. “He knocked on our door when we were eighteen years old. He was infected but not transformed. The moment we let him in and locked the doors he tried to, to get us.” His breath started to come faster and faster but his gaze remained as steady as his voice. “I killed him, and I’ll kill this 'Emile’ too if you open that door!”

“Don’t say things like that!” Patton cried, throwing herself forward and holding onto Logan’s shoulders.

“I’ll say whatever I damn well please!” Logan shouted, slipping his knife from his sleeve. Patton didn’t step backwards, knowing full well that he would never hurt him, but Virgil sprang forward and pulled him away, desperate to put distance between the man and the blade that was mere inches from his chest.

“Patton, please,” they begged, latching onto his arm and pulling him away from Logan and the door. “Please don’t open the door!”

A short scream of pain rang through the mindless snarls of the infecteds.

“I, I have to!” he croaked, a tear finally slipping down his cheek as he pulled himself away from Virgil and ran over to the door.

“My brother opened the door and now he’s dead!” Virgil shouted. Patton stopped fumbling with the lock as they both turned to stare at them in shock. Silence suddenly burned through the growling and banging and shouting still coming from outside. “You said we would live in Roman’s memory!” Tears glistened in their own eyes now.

“Would Roman want you to just walk away?!” Patton retorted, not making any effort to stop his sobbing as a loud crack ricocheted through the door.

Virgil looked as if someone had wrapped a wire around them and pulled it tight. “It doesn’t matter what Roman wants anymore because he opened the damn door!” they said, their voice rising from a whisper to a desperate yell.

Patton shook his head slightly, wiping weakly at his cheek and placing his hand on the door handle.

“Patton, please,” Logan said desperately, grabbing Patton’s hand and holding it tight to his chest. “Please just think about this!”

Patton yanked his hand away and pushed Logan away from him. “Im sorry, i am but i have to-”

A long, drawn out, piercing scream. Filled with agony and fear. Snapped and broken by pain and muffled by the door, but still loud enough to drill into all of their hearts and brains. It was shrill and loud and it cracked under the pressure of a thousand teeth that they all knew were descending on the person’s throat as they listened.

Then there was nothing to listen to, as the scream ended and the light went out.

Patton let out a scream of his own as he fell forward into Logan’s arms, all of the hostility from before forgotten and washed away by the torrent of tears.

Virgil whimpered and ran to their room, covering their face with their hands so that they couldn’t see how their eyes were glistening with memories and salt.

Logan remained silent. Holding Patton in his arms and staring blankly ahead.

He knew that there would be blood on the steps of the church in the morning.

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amoresomnia · 3 years

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6/2/21

poor in feelings

poor in cents

pouring deep

to kill the scent

your porous soul

seeped too intense

into this fabric

of mine

now my pillow reeks

and my sleep don’t speak

like whiskey bourbon

spilled, once neat

our pleasures gone

the treasured dawn

comes to beat

me down again

like winter mornings

with the curtains drawn

i’m on my own

in my own

head again

5/27/21

red skies

a sign of storms ahead

white lies

your words better left un said

be baptized

by the light of the life you led

5/25/21

cause i can’t seem to grow at all

with these two black thumbs i stand

prepare to climb the wall

backs against the ropes and im already anticipating the fall

can’t help but get going

going with the flow

can’t help never knowing

that we can’t know

so we put up no resistance

saddle up a sad existence

is all you’ve have to show

5/17/21

how many conversations can i simulate

before the voices (in my head) stay forever

codeine kicks the fever dream

but i’m not feeling any better

there’s a warm sky that lie

somewhere deep within my bones

and i think i might die

before i ever make it home

5/15/21

want to speak

to the melancholia in you

i want to speak

the darkest flavors of blue

the sleepless mornings

sleepless nights

a begging feeling for a light

i want to speak so i can see

the misery of love atrophied

the bitterest pill of blessed be

a highlight lining what you need

i want to breathe your ragged air

take the sunshine never share

your life is priceless beyond compare

but i want to speak

if only to see

a little darkness underneath

5/8/21

every drop in the bucket makes a ripple

4/16/21

sweet temptation

she calls me by my first name

4/13/21

needing to find the means to monetize our leisure

the way that man is measured

a man’s time is his most precious treasure

3/15/21

feeling like i’m filling time

listless and just killing my mind

actions in apathy speak for my unwillingness to climb

like each and every thing we seek

will eventually be fine

Why i gotta be this way

Been feeling blind to others thoughts of me

Less of a feeling and more a furtive display

taking actions to display my apathy

wondering what the watchmen see

wondering what it really means

is this another depressive episode

another tick tack beat on the metronome

ten missed calls and ya mamma left wondering when you coming home

wondering what’s it like when ya left alone

where’s the means to make amends

where’s the bridge i’ve burnt at both ends

maybe i can just pretend

3/5/21

each of my hours cost me days

3/3/21

the end is still forever and a day away

2/6/21

the melancholy of a forgotten dream

the broken pieces never fit back together it seems

at least not in the way that we mean

1/22/21

and i can curve my spine into an s shape

last week i ate a berry in the woods so i could see

deaths face

and sometimes i think about how we’re all staying in

this place

the same state

somebody shelter some more

the house you built see it gon’

keep you dry and safe from the storm

this sickening shame

slurred words share no blame

keep blending it together til everything

feels the same

it’s all so awfully humbling

when these walls can all come crumbling

down

then we’d be in the

same state

1/16/21

and they said i was the oldest one

born to break the records

fated to steal the sun

oh they said i was the oldest son

picture perfect

memorabilia on the wall

gloria gloria

why can’t i hear ya

as i continue this eternal fall

to slip as easily as me

to fall from grace

effortlessly

who’s to say

now that i’m not the only one

11/15/20

and i been feeling like an echo

11/15/20

and i am just a passing moment

walking through

stranger over yonder

yes that sense of sonder

i feel it too

i am just a passing moment to you

11/13/20

it’s not funny this is a nervous laughter

what comes from the work

follows after

the most recent episodes

of our disaster

this is a nervous laughter

11/10/20

what’s the use

in using

decisions made without our choosing

pinpricks gave us the solution

can’t save us from this ablution.

Said i don’t wanna feel this way

mama i’m only tryna numb the pain

1/28/20

“If you have the ability, then come.”

The sound of leather boots brushing across fallen leaves moves forward.

The clean image of the morning’s light fog is shattered.

One clean cut of the blade slices a falling leaf and the mist around it.

Feet shuffle two steps back as the split leaf flutters to the ground.

A second cut, this time a collision. The crisp clink of two honed edges turned against each other.

A step. A slide. The men dance in the wind kicking up dirt. Two yearning urgently to spill the day’s first blood. To tinge red the rising sun.

The birds have long silenced and the stillness is only broken by the beaten breathing of two who lie on the floor.

Swordsmen and traitor stricken in fighting made little more than stains upon the earth beneath the shade but still ever so far from hearth.

1/22/20

chasing fates flow

1/19/20

a dusting of snow on the shingles

lightens and whitens the roof

while the bird feeders have frozen over

grandma’s in the kitchen

where there’ll be breakfast in a moment

this quiet northern home

stands still for but a second

in the morning

1/2/20

so she said savor every second

cause each moment could be our last

although it’s not forever

we’ll keep pushing past

making sweet memories

that we won’t recall

come morning

making sweet memories

it’s a storm come without warning

it’s something we’ve been searching

for

so ever hard to find

it’s a little less than so much more

if we can bide our time

and savor every second

cause in this moment i swear

i’m dyin

1/2/20

and to all a piece

of the validation machine

we submit

12/12/19

i still feel a filter

a thickness engulfs me

i just wanna connect

but i can’t quite see

something’s been ticking

the wrong way

something been ticking

inside of me

ain’t quite say i’m sick

or dying

but there’s a weakness speaking out

inside of me

said i still feel some static

my attitude crude and dramatic

it’s a poison i’ve been seeking

it’s a poison i’ve been thinking

it’s a poison silly sinking

somewhere deep inside of me

ain’t been nothing more than

platitudes and gratitude

for the people pick me up

from the floor.

2/8/20

Maybe we were meant to toil

Under this blazing sun. Bare backs burned by the blistering heat.

Maybe we were meant to have our hands, till-deep, in the soil.

Sifting seeds between our fingers

searching out the signs of life and

planting them deep within the land.

Maybe we were meant to toil

Not for

this comfort and complacency.

Not for

this sweet space we seek.

Sheltered

from the sun and from the storm.

Maybe we were meant to toil

12/4/19

tonight

i think

i’ll lie awake and

look lovingly

at this

beautiful

vague shape

that’s sleeping next to me

cause i can’t quite

make out

your features

your facets

or your lines

cause the lights gone

and nights come

and i’m just

a little bit blind

but i know

it’s you

that’s sleeping next to me

][

so tonight i

think that i’ll lie

awake and take a

second just to breathe

soak in just a moment of

your lovely vague shape

while you’re sleeping next to me

next to me

11/18/19

deep beneath

the surface

something

screams

purpose is

nothing

but a lie

how ya gonna live your life?

11/12/19

like god's little flies

we are dropping one

by one

11/11/19

last goodbye i’ll offer

youve taken every penny

every copper from my coffers

11/17/19

the most effective way to enact change is to participate in it

10/14/19

Big capital speaks louder than the cry of common man

When the dollar has been made by creating shortcuts

How much is that dollar really worth

08/?/19

your lips are stained blue

from all that you’ve been drinking

and no amount

of blood that they’ve been sinking into you

will be enough to save ya now

09/17/19

handed a glass

half full

they drank it

til it’s dry

said this is the state of the world

and not a single tear’d they cry

09/19/19

and i’m thinking about boats and

a placid lake with murky water choked by reeds

and i’ve been thinking about boats and the sound that thinking’s been making lately

for me

you see when you place one boat one ship on this inland sea see it’s all alright

right

there’s room to move or sail or go forward in any direction

and then you place another ship another boat on those calm waters

and you don’t falter not for one second

you still have space on this peaceful lake

the wind is carrying the breeze and these ships across the ride and

then you place another ship

and another ship

and the wakes these ships create start to intersect and the waters that were peaceful feel a fearful rising tide and

then you place another ship and there’s no room to move and it’s bow to bow and scrapes along the side

but you can’t just take the ships out

where would they go

and now upon your placid lake a laden waste made manifest you start to think

and hope for that wide clear wave to ride a peaceful placid hope to hide within

again

so you start to sink the ships

the boats have aged have weathered and worn their rails have scrapes sails untethered and torn

and they go down beneath the surface and the fresher spawn have room to breathe while asleep and out of sight the old sink deep

still a piece of the lake

but left to apathy

and you have a nice pristine water to weave across with your less populated crest

and then you add another ship

and another ship

until the bottoms ready to give in a mountain made of wreck to ruin this blessed home you’ve learned to stew in

born out of a desire

to be free

but then

when there is no more space

what then

?/?/2019

fresh blades of green burst through

the ivory horizon

foreboding the first false coming

of spring

before the frost snaps and

breaks bare any inch of color

that dare pervade

the pure still space

07/05/2019

placid lucidities

angry and afraid

we fail to see

all that’s been made

in our solemn search

for agency

07/02/2019

dirty jilted sister

left beside the waterfall

whiskey bourbon

turned to mist

to satisfy the masses

mend it all

accomplishments are minced

til satisfaction stalls

and all these things

we’d missed

hang like mirrors on the wall

09/03/2019

for too long we been

looking out instead of in

dancing freely to the

cadence of our sin

08/31/2019

CAUSE THATS NOT HIRING

THEY SAY DO WHAT YOU LOVE

YOULL NEVER WORK A DAY INYOURLIFE

CAUSE THATS NOT HIRING

THEY SAY DO WHAT YOU LOVE

AND YOU JUST MIGHT BE ALRIGHT

BUT THEYRE STILL NOT HIRING

THEY SAY DO WHAT YOU LOVE

DESPITE THE POVERTY LEVELS RISING

CAUSE THATS NOT HIRING

WERE ALL WASTING AWAY WALLOWING IN WEALTH

WHILE THE PEOPLE EXPIRING

BUT THATS STILL NOT HIRING

They say do what you love

and youll never work a day in your life

06/18/19

more like

broken glass

under apathetic feet

05/29/19

There’s a difference

Between Control and Concern

And i’m not quite sure

You’ve learned how to discern

it just yet.

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