Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 19, 2010 19:14:52 GMT -5
Here we go. Warning about the first Fic, there's suicide. Though vaguely described it's still violence.
I still cannot bring myself to like these.
He was nothing more than someone's pet.
And here he was standing outside of the Asylum where his sister resided. The only reason he was here was because of a whim. Otherwise he would still be locked up in the palace of Hearts. And now that he was away he couldn't escape. He couldn't escape because of his owners and his damn need for that bastard.
He wanted to die. It would be more respectable than having to put up with this. But he couldn't. They wouldn't let him.
So he was here to see her. Juniper. He just needed to see her to keep living. And he couldn't waste time and wait for nightfall. Walking in through the front door was terrifying. People were staring at him as he walked up to the front desk.
Would June even recognize him? He had no color. He looked half dead. But he still leaned over the front desk to catch the nurses attention.
The brightly colored mocking bird looked up. She seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Can I help you sir?"
"I'm here to see Juniper Rennick," he said quietly. His voice didn't even sound right anymore. He didn't have a chance to use it most of the time.
The woman looked as if she had been side swiped by a carriage. "Might I ask your name, sir?"
"Conway Rennick."
A sound somewhere between a squeal and a shocked gasp escaped the woman. She stood up rather abruptly, leaning forward with wide eyes. "You're real!"
Conway automatically leaned backwards. Slipping out of the woman's reach. Apparently this woman knew about June personally. Just his luck right? "Can I see my sister now?" he said rather flatly.
"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry you just... you almost fit her description of you perfectly. Though you seem a bit... ah... never mind." The woman turned around motioning for someone to come and take her place. "Follow me Mr. Rennick!"
That was surprisingly easy. Though the woman continued to talk as she lead the way down the hallway. Things were different during the day time, and in all honesty he couldn't quite tell where he was going. And the room... the room mast have been a different one. It didn't look the same.
The woman opened the door, "June Dear! I have a very special surprise for you!"
"What is it?"
Conway froze. He could feel a bubble of panic welling up inside of him. Maybe he should just turn around and leave? She would want to go with him, and of course he couldn't take her. He shouldn't have come here. Not now. Not like this.
It was too late to turn back. The woman grabbed Conway by the hand and pulled him into the room.
There was a moment of stunned silence between the siblings. The girl was sitting on the bed with a human form, her knees propping up a book. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she scanned over her brother. It was obvious to both of them that a lot had happened in each others absence.
The book was dropped as the girl closed the gap between them. She slipped her arms around his frail figured and buried her face into his chest. "Conway," she muttered as she squeezed him tight.
Conway slowly ran his fingers through her hair. He knew he was crying, though he couldn't particularly figure out why. Was it because he was happy to see her, or was it because he knew that he probably wouldn't get another chance like this? His situation was hopeless.
The woman said something before Conway heard the taping of her talons on the marble floor, he continued to hold his sister tight. It wasn't until she pulled away on her own accord did he loosen his grip.
"Conway what happened?"
It was a perfectly logical question that he didn't want to answer. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to explain to his innocent baby sister. "Don't worry about it. Let's just enjoy this moment, Okay?"
She gave him a rather defiant glare. "You expect me to take that for an answer? Who did this to you? And why didn't you come back sooner? You're supposed to get me out of here... Conway... what's with that look?" She whimpered as she reached up to pull him closer. "What happened to your eyes?"
"June... I can't take you with me. You know that."
"But we're family Conway...."
"I know. That's why I want to keep you safe. That's why you have to stay here."
"No... no I want to be with you! I don't want to be alone anymore! I want to be with you!"
Conway was surprised when his sister reached into his pockets. An alarmed sound escaped him when she pulled his pocket knife out. "June, what are you doing?"
Her expression was something he had never seen before on his sister's face. It was something twisted that he didn't thing was possible. The most frighting thing of all was her lack of hesitation in her movements. She had very clear intentions.
"I want to go with you, Conway. Please take me with you," she said as the blade was flicked out.
"June... I... can't."
"Take me with you." She lifted the blade to her neck.
"I can't."
"I'll do it, you know."
"No... no June... no you--"
Her motions were fluid and swift. Conway didn't realize what had happened until the knife hit the ground with a clatter.
He screamed.
He was pregnant. He was pregnant with Apocalypse's child.
It was his own private hell. Curling up in a ball somewhere to die would have been better than this suffering.
But he had wanted to keep the baby. To fill the gap, to make his imprisonment better, and maybe to make himself hopeful again. So far, however, it was just making him miserable.
Or crazy. He wasn't entirely sure which was the right word.
And it was getting painful. He was fairly certain that pregnancy wasn't supposed to be this painful. The doctors were concerned.
They had every right to be concerned. He was a pathetic underweight man. Carrying a baby wasn't for him. Why exactly had he decided to keep it?
"Oh Conway," said the voice of the Queen.
The Joker growled.
"Come on, you need to eat something."
"I don't want to."
"You need to."
"I don't want to."
She hissed.
Conway remained in the corner of his room. He wanted to pull his knees to his chest and pretend that nothing was wrong. Of course, everything was wrong and the woman wasn't about to leave him alone. She was already closing the gap between them, putting the tray down on the vanity.
"You were the one who wanted to keep the baby," She said as she poured water into a glass. "And you're going to live through this mess if you like it or not. I can't let something so valuable slip through my fingers, and you know how worried the doctors are... if you were paying attention that is."
She shoved the glass of water into his hands.
He looked at the glass rather miserably, his grip tightening as he brought the glass to his lips. He bit the inside of his cheek before setting it back down. "Why are you keeping me here when so far I've been useless?"
"I'm sure you know why."
"You want me to do the dirty work you're King can't do."
"Exactly," Xiven said as she forced the cup into the man's hands again. "You could be a better spy than my mother, you could easily kill those who oppose me. Of course I didn't expect Pale to make you almost useless. But after the baby is born we can fix that. Now drink up."
"What makes you think I won't stab you in the back?"
Xiven simply smiled. "Drink."
Conway was about to refuse the drink again when he felt a sudden sharp pain. He gasped and would have doubled over if it were possible.
"Oh no no no," Xiven said as she watched the man shudder with pain. "Don't tell me you're going into labor. Your three weeks early!"
Conway whimpered. Is that what that was? He stared at the woman in sheer horror while she talked at him and told him to calm down. She rushed off to get the doctors.
It didn't look like they were going to be able to give him a cesarean section in time. Even after all that careful planning to avoid complications something had to go wrong. Nothing could ever be easy.
Labor. He was going into labor and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He was having the baby right then and there.
And it hurt. It hurt a lot more than he thought it should. The pain just got worse.
And then suddenly everything came to a sudden grinding halt.
Something was seriously wrong. Conway could feel it as he heard the cry of the baby. His eyes went wide as time went back into motion. Pain. Pain like his insides had been torn out. He tried to scream, but his voice caught in his throat.
Before he passed out he heard crying.
At least the baby was okay?
---
He woke up in pain. It was almost unbearable. With a whimper he tried to sit up, only to find that moving made the pain worse.
What exactly had happened?
"Don't move, you don't want to open the stitches, they had to patch you up like a quilt." The familiar voice of the Queen of Hearts enlightened him.
Conway didn't say anything. He just gave the woman an expectant look.
"You want to see the baby I take it?" Xiven said in a rather cheerful tone. She slipped out of the room fairly quickly humming. It was a few minutes before she returned a large bundle in her hands, and something was sticking out of it.
Knives? And what was that awful smell?
"These nasty things happen to be why you're all torn up. They took out your uterus and... oh well I'm sure you can feel the damage, no point in explaining it." She smiled as she came closer. "Do you want to hold him? He's quite the boy born with his bipedal form. Though he's a little... strange."
She offered him the bundle.
Conway failed to sit up again. It hurt entirely too much to sit up, there was no chance that he was going to hold the kid.
"Just sit still then, I don't want to stab you with him," She said as she drew closer, pulling the blanket off of the the squirming bundle.
Conway's face twisted when he saw the child's face. That. That was one ugly baby. Not only did it have knifes on its back, but it had fangs and... was that a forked tongue?
And it was a Bog.
Suits. This must have been punishment.
"Apocalypse wants to name him Conall since he's a pure Bog despite the unusual mutations and mix."
"Rennick."
"Herm?"
"Conall Rennick. That's his name."
Kittens in a cup!
I still cannot bring myself to like these.
Holidays
He was nothing more than someone's pet.
And here he was standing outside of the Asylum where his sister resided. The only reason he was here was because of a whim. Otherwise he would still be locked up in the palace of Hearts. And now that he was away he couldn't escape. He couldn't escape because of his owners and his damn need for that bastard.
He wanted to die. It would be more respectable than having to put up with this. But he couldn't. They wouldn't let him.
So he was here to see her. Juniper. He just needed to see her to keep living. And he couldn't waste time and wait for nightfall. Walking in through the front door was terrifying. People were staring at him as he walked up to the front desk.
Would June even recognize him? He had no color. He looked half dead. But he still leaned over the front desk to catch the nurses attention.
The brightly colored mocking bird looked up. She seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Can I help you sir?"
"I'm here to see Juniper Rennick," he said quietly. His voice didn't even sound right anymore. He didn't have a chance to use it most of the time.
The woman looked as if she had been side swiped by a carriage. "Might I ask your name, sir?"
"Conway Rennick."
A sound somewhere between a squeal and a shocked gasp escaped the woman. She stood up rather abruptly, leaning forward with wide eyes. "You're real!"
Conway automatically leaned backwards. Slipping out of the woman's reach. Apparently this woman knew about June personally. Just his luck right? "Can I see my sister now?" he said rather flatly.
"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry you just... you almost fit her description of you perfectly. Though you seem a bit... ah... never mind." The woman turned around motioning for someone to come and take her place. "Follow me Mr. Rennick!"
That was surprisingly easy. Though the woman continued to talk as she lead the way down the hallway. Things were different during the day time, and in all honesty he couldn't quite tell where he was going. And the room... the room mast have been a different one. It didn't look the same.
The woman opened the door, "June Dear! I have a very special surprise for you!"
"What is it?"
Conway froze. He could feel a bubble of panic welling up inside of him. Maybe he should just turn around and leave? She would want to go with him, and of course he couldn't take her. He shouldn't have come here. Not now. Not like this.
It was too late to turn back. The woman grabbed Conway by the hand and pulled him into the room.
There was a moment of stunned silence between the siblings. The girl was sitting on the bed with a human form, her knees propping up a book. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she scanned over her brother. It was obvious to both of them that a lot had happened in each others absence.
The book was dropped as the girl closed the gap between them. She slipped her arms around his frail figured and buried her face into his chest. "Conway," she muttered as she squeezed him tight.
Conway slowly ran his fingers through her hair. He knew he was crying, though he couldn't particularly figure out why. Was it because he was happy to see her, or was it because he knew that he probably wouldn't get another chance like this? His situation was hopeless.
The woman said something before Conway heard the taping of her talons on the marble floor, he continued to hold his sister tight. It wasn't until she pulled away on her own accord did he loosen his grip.
"Conway what happened?"
It was a perfectly logical question that he didn't want to answer. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to explain to his innocent baby sister. "Don't worry about it. Let's just enjoy this moment, Okay?"
She gave him a rather defiant glare. "You expect me to take that for an answer? Who did this to you? And why didn't you come back sooner? You're supposed to get me out of here... Conway... what's with that look?" She whimpered as she reached up to pull him closer. "What happened to your eyes?"
"June... I can't take you with me. You know that."
"But we're family Conway...."
"I know. That's why I want to keep you safe. That's why you have to stay here."
"No... no I want to be with you! I don't want to be alone anymore! I want to be with you!"
Conway was surprised when his sister reached into his pockets. An alarmed sound escaped him when she pulled his pocket knife out. "June, what are you doing?"
Her expression was something he had never seen before on his sister's face. It was something twisted that he didn't thing was possible. The most frighting thing of all was her lack of hesitation in her movements. She had very clear intentions.
"I want to go with you, Conway. Please take me with you," she said as the blade was flicked out.
"June... I... can't."
"Take me with you." She lifted the blade to her neck.
"I can't."
"I'll do it, you know."
"No... no June... no you--"
Her motions were fluid and swift. Conway didn't realize what had happened until the knife hit the ground with a clatter.
He screamed.
We All Fall Down
He was pregnant. He was pregnant with Apocalypse's child.
It was his own private hell. Curling up in a ball somewhere to die would have been better than this suffering.
But he had wanted to keep the baby. To fill the gap, to make his imprisonment better, and maybe to make himself hopeful again. So far, however, it was just making him miserable.
Or crazy. He wasn't entirely sure which was the right word.
And it was getting painful. He was fairly certain that pregnancy wasn't supposed to be this painful. The doctors were concerned.
They had every right to be concerned. He was a pathetic underweight man. Carrying a baby wasn't for him. Why exactly had he decided to keep it?
"Oh Conway," said the voice of the Queen.
The Joker growled.
"Come on, you need to eat something."
"I don't want to."
"You need to."
"I don't want to."
She hissed.
Conway remained in the corner of his room. He wanted to pull his knees to his chest and pretend that nothing was wrong. Of course, everything was wrong and the woman wasn't about to leave him alone. She was already closing the gap between them, putting the tray down on the vanity.
"You were the one who wanted to keep the baby," She said as she poured water into a glass. "And you're going to live through this mess if you like it or not. I can't let something so valuable slip through my fingers, and you know how worried the doctors are... if you were paying attention that is."
She shoved the glass of water into his hands.
He looked at the glass rather miserably, his grip tightening as he brought the glass to his lips. He bit the inside of his cheek before setting it back down. "Why are you keeping me here when so far I've been useless?"
"I'm sure you know why."
"You want me to do the dirty work you're King can't do."
"Exactly," Xiven said as she forced the cup into the man's hands again. "You could be a better spy than my mother, you could easily kill those who oppose me. Of course I didn't expect Pale to make you almost useless. But after the baby is born we can fix that. Now drink up."
"What makes you think I won't stab you in the back?"
Xiven simply smiled. "Drink."
Conway was about to refuse the drink again when he felt a sudden sharp pain. He gasped and would have doubled over if it were possible.
"Oh no no no," Xiven said as she watched the man shudder with pain. "Don't tell me you're going into labor. Your three weeks early!"
Conway whimpered. Is that what that was? He stared at the woman in sheer horror while she talked at him and told him to calm down. She rushed off to get the doctors.
It didn't look like they were going to be able to give him a cesarean section in time. Even after all that careful planning to avoid complications something had to go wrong. Nothing could ever be easy.
Labor. He was going into labor and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He was having the baby right then and there.
And it hurt. It hurt a lot more than he thought it should. The pain just got worse.
And then suddenly everything came to a sudden grinding halt.
Something was seriously wrong. Conway could feel it as he heard the cry of the baby. His eyes went wide as time went back into motion. Pain. Pain like his insides had been torn out. He tried to scream, but his voice caught in his throat.
Before he passed out he heard crying.
At least the baby was okay?
---
He woke up in pain. It was almost unbearable. With a whimper he tried to sit up, only to find that moving made the pain worse.
What exactly had happened?
"Don't move, you don't want to open the stitches, they had to patch you up like a quilt." The familiar voice of the Queen of Hearts enlightened him.
Conway didn't say anything. He just gave the woman an expectant look.
"You want to see the baby I take it?" Xiven said in a rather cheerful tone. She slipped out of the room fairly quickly humming. It was a few minutes before she returned a large bundle in her hands, and something was sticking out of it.
Knives? And what was that awful smell?
"These nasty things happen to be why you're all torn up. They took out your uterus and... oh well I'm sure you can feel the damage, no point in explaining it." She smiled as she came closer. "Do you want to hold him? He's quite the boy born with his bipedal form. Though he's a little... strange."
She offered him the bundle.
Conway failed to sit up again. It hurt entirely too much to sit up, there was no chance that he was going to hold the kid.
"Just sit still then, I don't want to stab you with him," She said as she drew closer, pulling the blanket off of the the squirming bundle.
Conway's face twisted when he saw the child's face. That. That was one ugly baby. Not only did it have knifes on its back, but it had fangs and... was that a forked tongue?
And it was a Bog.
Suits. This must have been punishment.
"Apocalypse wants to name him Conall since he's a pure Bog despite the unusual mutations and mix."
"Rennick."
"Herm?"
"Conall Rennick. That's his name."
Kittens in a cup!
That is... Geeze. Poor, poor Conway. The poor guy, that's absolutely terrible. *whimpers softly*
