forum The Gods are Falling from the Sky (surreal urban fantasy o/o anyone?[CLOSED ty])

Started November 12, 2019 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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Honor jumped in her seat when she saw the flash of light and slammed on the breaks, the dirt flying around as she tried to stop before hitting whatever it was that was now laying in the road ahead of her. "Shit!" She cursed, barely getting her truck to stop before she scrambled and got out of the car. So much for a relaxing ride home. Now her heart was racing as she tried to figure out what it was laying on the road. It looked human, but she knew humans didn't and couldn't appear that suddenly on the road. This had to be an erased one.

The figure lay without moving even an inch, as if unconscious. But as the car's headlights illuminated the figure's face, they revealed that it was a young man, and he in fact had his eyes open. He stared blankly at the sky overhead, his pupils incredibly dilated. There was a nasty gash running straight up the center of his face, into his hair.

For a moment, she just stood and looked at the figure in the road, her mind not fully processing what had just happened until a minute had passed and she snapped back to reality. "Hey, you alright?" She called out, slowly walking towards the figure with every intention to help. Her mind repeated to her over and over that he could be dangerous and she should probably just call the Goldenrod agency, though another small sliver reminded her that they weren't the most trustworthy group and she should just follow her guy and help him herself. His eyes were open she could tell as she got closer. That had to be a good sign. Or maybe it meant he was dead. Either way, she was going to try to help.

When the figure was about five paces away, the buzz suddenly returned, making tiny bits of gravel on the road around them bounce in place. The figure gave a long gasp, like a statue coming to life, and he sat bolt upright. He still didn't quite seem to realize that he wasn't alone, because he continued to stare into space as if there was nothing in his head but static.

Honor jumped again when the gravel started to bounce around them and the figure bolted upright. "Hey, dude, are you alright?" She called again in a slightly shaky voice, forcing her feet to move forward. The adrenaline in her system wasn't helping anything now, and she wished she was carrying a weapon of sort just in case.

Very slowly, the young man turned his head to look at her. His head wound almost seemed worse than before–the skull was just barely visible underneath it. He mumbled something too quiet to hear, then looked down at his hands. They were scraped up and bloody as well, for some reason.

(ok!)
"Are you alright?" She repeated again, slower this time. Once again she stopped and just looked at him, curious beyond belief but also wary of the figure. Honor knew he probably needed some medical attention though, due to the terrifying gash running up the center of his face.

(I'm back for a little bit ^^)
The young man seemed to be having trouble remembering to breathe as he looked around at his surroundings. He turned to Honor again, and this time his gaze watch much sharper–so sharp, in fact, that it physically burned. He stared at her for a long moment, then broke the silence hoarsely. "Where–what is this? Where am I?"

She felt his gaze on her and it felt like it was physically burning into her - which it was. "Uh, Everett, a small town somewhere in the middle of the midwest that even I don't care to remember." Somehow she took another few steps forward until she was within reach of him, looking carefully at his gash and trying to figure out if she needed to call anyone, "We're on one of the roads leading towards town, if you want a specific place."

(oof well when I said a little bit I thought I'd at least have thirty minutes but I guess not, sorry bout that T.T I'll see you tomorrow!)
"I…..I don't….know what that means." He scooted back slightly, his eyes darting around. "Who are you?….What are you?"

(Thats ok! see you tomorrow!)
"Don't know what what mease?" She asked, head tipping to the side slightly as she gently squatted down and studied him more closely. Honor was sure to keep her distance though, holding her hands out flat to show that she wasn't going to hurt him as she tried a different approach and tried to sound calm and friendly, "My name is Honor and I'm a human. What about you? What's your name?"

"I'm–" He broke off and lifted his hand to his head, gritting his teeth. Somehow those teeth seemed sharper than they should have been. "I can't remember…..I was….sleeping…and then suddenly I was here. I don't want to be here." He looked at his hands again. "What are these things? Are they attached to me somehow? I don't like them."
(lol poor boy ain't used to having a body ^^; )

"That's alright, we'll figure out your name eventually. And for those things," She was trying to keep her voice calm and gentle, motioning to his hands, "Those are your hands, they're a part of you, and I'm sure you'll grow to like them." Honor really had no clue what she was doing or how she was going to deal with this new being, but in her mind she decided that the best and safest thing to do was to get him in her truck and to her house until she could find out what to do next.

(just gonna say, Honor is doing a great job rn ^^ What Goldenrod agents do is they stay as calm and quiet as possible, and they try to distract the Erased One from what's going on by engaging them in small talk. This helps keep the Erased One from getting agitated and attacking.)

The young man curled his fingers, then uncurled them as if both mesmerized and horrified by the sight. "D-do….do I look like you?" He asked shakily. "Do I look like a human?"

She nodded, watching him carefully as she answered, "Well, you don't look exactly like me but yes, you look like a human." It was still growing dark outside and she knew she should get him off of the road as soon as possible. "Hey, would you be ok if I helped you over to my truck and got you off of the road? I don't want you to get run over," She suggested, motioning to her vehicle and then looking to him for his answer, "I can bring you to my house for the night, get you some food and a place to sleep, and we can figure out everything tomorrow."

The Erased One looked like he wanted to argue, but he was clearly getting more and more drained by the minute. "Okay….." He glanced over at the truck hazily and chose a question at random from the list. "…What's food?"

"I'll answer that in the truck," She replied gently, holding out one of her hands for him to take as she tried to figure out if he would know how to walk or not. All she had to do was get him sitting down and buckled in, and then she could be on her way again. Honor made a note to herself as well to find some baby name books so that her new pal could find a name for himself.

He stared at her hand, then at his legs, then back to her hand, as if running intense mathematical calculations. After a moment, he lurched to his feet, moving stiffly as if he was a mannequin brought unwillingly to life. He grasped Honor's hand a bit too tightly, swaying in place and blinking rapidly. "There. Uhm…..you go first. I'll do what you do."

Honor smiled gently and nodded, holding onto his hand to help as she took a step towards the truck. Her other arm moved to behind his back, though she didn't touch him, it was instead just to help again if he needed it. "Just one foot in front of the other," She told him, looking around for something, she wasn't exactly sure what it was though."

He was shaky and clumsy, but eventually made it to the truck and leaned on the side, panting. As he did so, he happened to notice his reflection in the passenger's side window. He stopped, staring at it blankly.
"I'm……" He trailed off, his eyes flicking up and down. "This is what I look like? I'm horrible. I….I'm disgusting."

"You're not horrible or disgusting," She said, opening the side door but not opening it enough for it to hit him, "We just need to get that cleaned up." In all honesty, she wasn't very easy on the eyes at the moment either, still covered in dirt and grime from working, with her hair back in a ponytail and her work clothes still on.

Reluctantly pulling himself away from his reflection, the Erased One edged around the door and somehow managed to clamber into the truck. "'Clean that up?' So….you can fix this?" For a moment his perpetual frown faded and he glanced at Honor almost hopefully.