Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy

Odd dreams, take three, and apparently I’m drawing a comic book again. *sighs* … *doodles* This is a rough, rough draft, basically just an outline, and err, -really- depressing for the first bit.

Just prose for now, roughs to come as I pencil them, and darned why did I have such cheesily overdone cliches as fictives? Why? Arg.”

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Basic setup: The world has been mostly obliterated by an ice age, Heaven and Hell both fighting (openly and a tad overenthusiastically) over the few survivors.

[Cover shot: Kevin dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with glowing red eyes and hands, Teresa hovering behind him protectively, dressed in jeans over a one-piece swim suit (to make room for) hawk wings, and flaming sword.]

[Long shots – suburbia, abandoned cars, houses, winterized, then move closer to house] Two people made a pact, long ago when the world first stumbled into the realization that this time winter wasn’t going to end.

[inside house – photos of Kevin/Teresa, newspaper, more winter here] A pact that if they died– when they died, that they’d die together.

[finally, room with some life, firelit, lotsa blankets, etc, K/T conversation] So on that last night, in the faint shadows of a dying fire, he begged her to hold on until morning, so that they could leave the world in sunlight, not in shadows.

[close up on T] And she agreed, with that same sad smile she’d worn ever since the ice had crept across the river.

[back to wide shot, fire dying, T falling asleep] Because that’s all they’d been doing, all they’d be able to do, was wait to die, so what was one more night?

[close in to K watching the fire, holding T]He killed her as she slept.

[pull out a bit to show poison vial, dying fire] Painlessly, softly, gently, ferrying her from one sleep into another while she still wanted to live.

[Pull out more back to crucifix from earlier shots]Because even here, even now, it was still a mortal sin, and he would give her the Heaven she deserved.

[Pull back out again for the fire going out]
He kept his promise, two breaths after her,

[And back out to suburbia]
and for a long while afterwards the world was silent.

[End intro]

[K/T in the midst of epic demon battle as T hands out some angelic asswhupping whilst rescuing K from Hell. T is armed with what amounts to Voltron’s Blazing Sword, and K is making do with a cross between a spiked club and a halberd] I should have known she wouldn’t let it go.

T: “What were you thinking?” [Slice!]
K: “I was– [Parry!] erf– [Thud!]thinking that you’d be happy!”
T: “And just leave you here? [cuisinart!] Are you insane?”
K: “Well it was better than both of us– [Dodges plummeting demon T just dispatched] Hey watch it!”
T: [kersplutch!] “Sorry.”
K: “Did you have a plan? [thud!] Because my arms are getting pretty tired.” [splatter!]
T: “Other than ‘head for the exit’? [whoosh!] Not really.”
K: “Time for plan B then”
T: “Plan B?”
K: “Bring the exit to us,” [glowly eyes, ooo!] Kerberos.
[Shot of fluffy turning to listen] C’mere boy,
T: “Bring it to us? How in the–”
[Enter Fluffy, rampant, exit demons, terrified]
T: “– fuck.”
K: “Tee meet the exit, exit meet Tee.”
[Fluffy is not impressed, T is still in shock]
K: “What? I’m good with dogs. What else was I supposed to do while I was waiting.”
T: “But- how-”
K: “He doesn’t guard the gate, he is the gate, [climbs onto fluffy’s back] well one of the gates. Now grab hold of me because I’m pretty sure you touching him would be a bad idea. [holds out a hand]
[T takes his hand, then a shot of her behind him, carefully not touching fluffy]
T: “We need to hurry” [demons are returning, with backup]
K: Find Barter, Kerberos, [doggie confusion] go find Barter, come’on boy, find Barter. [doggie aha! moment aaaaand poof!]

[Our threesome reappears in the middle of a store, ala the Magic Box from BtVs, scaring the lone customer out the door and annoying the proprietor]

K: “Sorry, sorry,” [works on untangling everyone from knocked-over shelf] “good boy Ker, thatsa good boy, now just–” [crunch! “–shit. I’ll pay for that, somehow, um–”
B: “You brought a gate. Here.” [I work with idiots expression]
K: “Well, uh, yes? Sorry.” [help T up]
T: “Where are we?”
B: “In a building that isn’t shielded for a gate.”
K: “A little gate”
T: “That’s little?”
Ker: [offended]

… and more to come. sadly. *pokes sketchbook*

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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  1. kensieg

    the beginning is creepy. so is the scene where he kills her. but the part where they’re supernatural is cool. especially kereberos.

    1. Martha Bechtel

      I blame it on the fact that I’m working my way through Marvel’s Civil War and playing City of Heroes too much. ^_~ *grin*

      Now if I could only manage to draw a decent human. *sighs and pokes sketches in annoyance* ๐Ÿ˜›

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