(WARNING: This story contains some very sad topics and scary topics. If you don't think you'd like to read, then that's fine by me. This was more so done while I was making sure Summer got her homework done. The things ya write when you get in a strangely sad and dark mood. :V Enjoy, people! The characters are mine. No taking 'em. )
It had been a few months after Gib returned to the world of Terra, what the humans there liked to call Earth, from his homeworld of Sthreldrum. The fourteen-year old goblin-elf had been cursed for a while of being the height of three inches tall and it had been difficult in that mean time. He had liked, after all, being able to fight and protect at the height of 5’2, but his enemy knew how to really make him suffer. To be useless in protecting and fighting the girl that made him want to keep on living. As he sat in the cupboard with a cloth towel wrapped around his form, Gib stared into the darkness with what many assumed was a permanent frown. He always seemed to be constantly angry or so uptight, yet there was a tint of sadness on his face this time. His golden eyes lost their glow and his shoulders drooped rather than being tense as they normally would be.
However, he was snapped out of sorrowful frowning when the cupboard door was opened. Two big, brown eyes peered within that was connected to a face that was very much so a relief to see. It was his 4’8 friend, Vic, the one that made him want to find a new meaning to his existence. The goblin-elf sat up and gave a forced smile to the twelve-year old girl. “Hey. Sorry, I was wanting to sleep in privacy tonight.”
Vic gave a forced smile as well. Leaning away from the cupboard, her gaze went to the kitchen floor. “I was figuring that. I was wondering though…do you probably want to sleep in the same room tonight?” She quickly went into adding defensively, “I mean, it’s just that no one is home tonight except for mom and dad, and they’re already asleep. It feels odd going to sleep without having to talk to someone and…” Her words trailed away as she fiddled her fingers through her long braid. “Never mind. I guess, good night then.”
Gib’s ears lowered. “Well…I don’t mind, but you know I’m not that talkative.”
The girl gave a more genuine smile as she nodded. “That’s fine by me. I just…want someone near and that I can speak to in case.”
The tiny boy didn’t bother to question what all that entailed, yet climbed into her offered hand. It didn’t take them long to be in her bed with him resting on one pillow, while she rested on the pillow beside his. They had small talk about her school life and about how her older siblings were like, but then silenced lingered for a while before Vic hesitantly asked, “Why did you want to be alone tonight?”
The hybrid shut his eyes as he curled into himself tightly. “Just…things.”
“Those things involve what?”
Gib remained silent as he stared at her curious gaze. It was one of the reasons he liked Vic. She cared about him and he could sense that she truly wanted to help fix any situation he was in. However, even he knew certain situations couldn’t be fixed that easily. He mumbled out, “It’s just life. Right now, I have a hole inside of me and it sca-…” His eyes shut as he growled in correction, “It bothers me is all. Let’s just go to sleep.
Vic cupped her hand over him, to which the hybrid jolted. “It’s okay to be scared, but it’s not okay to let fear dictate your life.” Gib blinked in surprise at her statement and then, as if answering the confusion, she giggled, “My dad told me that before. I believe it since I’m scared of many things, but I tend to find ways to overcome them or not let them get to me so much. I don’t mind you telling me what scares you.”
Gib’s astonishment slipped into a frown as he closed his eyes, grumbling, “I’m not scared. I said that I was bothered is all. Now, good night.”
Vic’s lips twitched as she kept her brown eyes on him a moment longer before sighing, “Good night. I love you too, Gib.”
There was darkness for what seemed like hours. No senses were engaged and it felt as if Gib were floating without a care in this void of space. Nothing and then nothing until something lightly drew his attention. It was a smell that caused him to turn his head in the direction it came from. He didn’t recognize it at first until it became so strong that it made his insides twist. Blood. Fresh blood in this realm of darkness. He tried to move his limbs, but they felt as though they weren’t even under his control. The goblin-elf glanced down at his arms that simply moved in the air as if he were floating in water. It was a weird experience and one he had taken for granted when suddenly his body was jerked downward. He had no idea what was going on, but he yelled in alarm for whatever was dragging him to stop.
He slammed into a liquid that felt like a thick gel.
Closing his eyes, Gib struggled to pull out of the nasty stuff, snarling, “What the sticks is going on?!”
He wiped the slime off before opening his eyes. Immediately, he wished that he hadn’t as he stared at the face of a young girl he hadn’t seen for a long while.
She was seven-years old with short blonde hair. Her ears were like his and a tail like his swished side to side slowly behind her. Her attire was that of what a Wood Goblin would wear and had been the clothes he had last seen her in. Those golden eyes that stared into his were too familiar. Gib stammered as he rose to his feet, “G-Gwen? What are you doing here?”
However, he hadn’t noticed that the darkness was gone until then; it was his house in the Wood Goblin village. He glanced back down to the floor and realized with a sickening clench of his innards that it was blood that he had landed in. Thick, sticky blood. But whose blood was it? His heart weighed heavily in his chest as he glanced to Gwen to find that answer. Her hand covered her neck, yet the nasty liquid still dripped as she looked at Gib with tears brinking her eyes. She grit her fanged teeth as she reached her other hand for him. “B-brother? Please? Don’t let him do this.”
At first, the boy stared fearfully at this bleeding sister of his from a memory he wished to not remember. However, he soon snapped out of his trance as he grasped her hand. It was so cold compared to her face that was filled with so much life like on that day so many months prior. “I didn’t want this to happen, Gwen. You’ve got to believe me. Please, I love you and you’ve got to believe-.”
“Why did you let me die?”
He didn’t even see her lips form that question. Too lost in her tearful eyes that were beginning to match his. He choked, “I…I didn’t…I…” The words couldn’t come to him. The ones that he told himself over and over again every day since the day he last saw her.
Her eyes shut as the tears poured. She whimpered pathetically, “You just watched. Why didn’t you just give up that sword and save me?”
His hands let go of her hand, to which they wrapped around her and then hugged her head close to his chest. She felt so cold and heavy. It made his heart hurt even more so as he answered, “I…I did want to save you. They were going to kill us after I told that man. I…I’d never want you to die that way.”
Just as he glanced down to see if she understood, her heavy form lost shape and joined the sticky blood on the floor he stood in. His stare remained on his hands that were now covered in this red liquid. It was such a harsh metaphor that he wondered how much longer it would take before he would burst into tears or vomit from such heartache this memory was bringing.
“Nnnh…No! This is just a dream,” he shouted as his eyes shut.
“But she is really dead,” retorted a smooth, feminine voice.
Gib opened his eyes once more to find that the blood was gone and that he now stood within a cave. Spiderwebs decorated every possible place of the spacious room except for a throne where a woman sat that towered over him. It was Mahah the Spider Queen; leader of the Spider Ebony tribe. Her black hair blended in nearly with the dark setting, while her pale skin, blood red dress and crimson gaze were enough to unsettle anyone to walk in on her. She was both beautiful and scary after all. Plus, this woman was the cause for his curse. She held the scepter to the side of her throne that had turned him to his current size as she wore a pleased grin. Her voice echoed loudly around the cave, “Your family is dead. Your Wood Goblin tribe is dead and the Moon Elves want nothing to do with a useless little boy such as yourself.” Her head tilted to the side as she continued as if she were a mother lecturing her child in a coo, “Honestly, it makes me wonder why you’re still considered a Warrior of the Heart. You’re unable to protect anyone. Will you give up that title when you fail to save another person, boy?”
The goblin-elf growled as he stomped at her. “Shut it, lady! I’m not worthless! I do help my friends and I do so in whatever way I’m needed.”
Mahah tucked her wrist to her cheek as she looked down at him in boredom. “Mmm…but you can’t fight an ebony like you used to. You can’t take down dozens upon dozens of foes. All you are there for is to be that dumb girl’s friend. Moral support, wouldn’t you say?”
“That’s not tr-!”
“It is,” boomed Mahah as she rose from her seat and then stepped her massive foot up to him. It thudded loudly beside him as her eyes glowed a brighter red. “You are too small! You are too weak! You are too nice! You are too easy to kill as you are currently! A moth that is stuck in a forest of spiders and webs at every corner!” Her voice softened as she smirked. “It’ll only be a matter of time before you become stuck in one of those webs and then you finally get put to some good use.”
Gib’s claws turned green and gnarly like a goblin’s as he shouted, “That is a lie. I will destroy your stupid scepter and return back to normal. I won’t stay like this forever!”
He slashed his nails into her toe, but his hand fazed through as if she were a ghost. The Queen snickered before vanishing along with the room into another setting. The hybrid confusedly glanced around the giant room. There was a fireplace that was crackling with life, while this new setting of a cobble-stoned dining room only had that as its light source. Shadows danced around the room as the flame flickered the light to wherever it pleased. He glanced around to find nothing else was on the table, which then brought his attention to the abrupt shadow that loomed over him.
The man that stood there wore white and had the outfit cut to show off his well-sculpted abdomen that directly remained in front of the tiny boy. His gaze traveled up to the sharp jawline and then to the long-fanged grin and then to the red eyes that settled upon Gib eerily. The black jagged hair that was like a mane swept side to side as an unseen wind blew it about along with the fire that continued to cast this vampire, Kal, in a dwarfing light that left Gib in his shadow. The goblin-elf, at first, stared fearfully before he sneered, “What are you smiling about?! There’s nothing funny here.”
“Well, hearing a mouse squeak threats at me is amusing.”
Gib growled out, “I’m not a mouse. What do you want?”
Kal tapped him on the head with a sharp fingernail, answering, “Talk with a bit more respect to someone that is about to do you a favor.”
Rubbing the top of his head, Gib muttered, “What favor?”
His eyes widened and he leapt over to the side just as the vampire went to grab him. Gib ran down the table as the vampire taunted as his steps clacked across the stone ground. “Why run? There is nowhere to go after a while.” His tail suddenly felt a forefinger press it firmly to the wooden surface. He glanced back in a panic at the pinned limb, trying to jerk it from Kal’s restraint. The giant simply held it down until he hummed out, “You know, this is just embarrassing to watch.”
Gib let out a short yelp as the finger and thumb gripped him by the tail and then lifted him up to Kal’ssmirking lips. The boy shut his eyes as the vampire snaked out a tongue to lap him up into his open mouth. He felt the warm, slickness of the tongue move beneath him and pin him into the rough pallete. His eyes shut as hetried to shove his way out of this tasting monster, yet instead he was moved closer to a tough and slick set of surfaces. His hands searched around the odd things until he curiously opened an eye to view the teeth he was set between. The breathing increased as he shouted, “No! Stop this, Kal!”
The teeth came down in a quick clash and snap.
The hybrid couldn’t even register the pain, but glancing down at his chest that was gushing with blood and had the teeth lightly lodged in, made him unable to know how to react. He could only stare in terror and shock. The boy never imagined this to happen to him. He always pictured it being one snap of the jaws and that being it. The end. Not this torturing, personal hell. His hand shakily went to touch the teeth in order to push the molars off, not registering that he couldn’t force the teeth away if he wanted. Mercifully though, the teeth parted, to which the warm liquid of his chest flowed freely. It made his golden gaze taper as he wondered if he could take another bite like that. The next one would definitely kill him.
He didn’t even react as the world turned sideways and then Gib slid into the embrace of the throat. A strong swallow forced him down the long tube of a throat, yet the boy knew there was no sense in struggling or fighting to get out. It was within seven seconds, which seemed like minutes to him, until Gib felt the pressure of the esophagus let up on him and then release him into the lumpy and stale aired chamber of a stomach. He sat there in a miserable mess as he could only stare into the darkness and hear the organs do what they naturally did. His eyes roamed until he spotted something within the belly of this beast. IT shined slightly from his golden gaze, to which he sluggishly picked it up. His eyes widened as he recognized the familiar trinket of gold with a red gem that hung from it. This was Vic’s necklace! What was it doing in th-?
“No…” Gib’s hand trembled.
Vic at first heard simply grunts beside her, but then the noise became much worse as she heard her friend screech as she never heard him do before. “No! No! No!”
She looked over to Gib that was still asleep, yet was thrashing around. In a panic, the girl sat up and tapped him on the cheek. “Gib, wake up!”
The goblin-elf jerked as his eyes opened and were glued to the girl that stared at him. He still breathed heavily and he could feel sweat all over his body. His wide eyes traveled around her room with the Disney movie posters plastered on the walls and the familiar pink blanket that covered most of Vic’s form. He was back in her house. More importantly, he was with her. He let out a quivering sigh; “V-Vic? You alright?”
“Am I okay? You were the one that was screaming ‘no’. What happened,” Vic asked as her hand cupped him up and she stroked her finger over his face.
He winced at the touch, but it was mostly at the wet feeling spreading over his face. It took him a moment to realize that it was his own tears that she was smearing, while Vic was trying to wipe them away. In embarrassment, he looked away and muttered, “It was…just a nightmare. Go to sleep.”
Her expression became more pained as she moved her finger away. “Gib, what scared you? I want to help.”
The tiny hybrid snapped with eyes glowing brighter, “I’m not scared! Quit trying to get me to open up about something so dumb as fears!” He blinked as his gaze’s glow dimmed. Those two sentences he just used were quite the contradiction. Gritting his fangs, he grumbled, “Just set me down. I’ll be fine in a little bit.”
However, instead of giving into his request as she normally would, Vic lifted him up to her cheek as she hugged him close. “C-can I pray for you at least? To have the devil not mess with your dreams anymore tonight?”
He was hesitant at first, but she felt him nod. She spoke softly as her head bowed, “Lord Jesus, Father in Heaven, Holy Spirit, I want to thank you for giving me such a great friend like Gib. He changed my life in a great way and you’ve really blessed me by letting me be able to meet him. So thank you so so so much.” Her grip tightened as she said, “Please, keep the devil away from his dreams for the rest of this night. I don’t want him to be so scared. I want him to know that with whatever happens that you are there and that there is always someone out there that loves him. Amen.”
Her grasp on him lightened. She moved Gib away from her face, offering a bright smile as she set him down on the pillow. “Well, can you tell me what bothered you at least later? Who knows, it might just make you feel better.”
Her head relaxed back down on the pillow. Gib kept his glowing eyes on her as she shifted to get comfortable, uncertain of how to answer her question. He wanted to say his fears, but, then again, he feared seeming weak to anyone. It was the very thing that he felt that gave him trouble. However, he knew that if he just kept this inside, there would be no way of solving the situation. Just as her eyes shut tiredly, the goblin-elf hurriedly crawled up onto her neck and then curled under her jaw. Vic stared up at the ceiling in shock that he’d actually do that. “Um…Gib? You alright?”
He muttered, “I just don’t want to be alone…as well.” A smile faintly crossed the girl’s lips. The hybrid shifted closer to the crease of her neck and growled in a more serious tone, “Good night, Vic.”
Her fingers relaxed over his form lightly as she sighed lightly, which made him sort of rock with her breathing. “Good night, Gib.”