n1:First Nightmare fiction. I've been in a mood for it lately, so expect more Jack and Sally and some Shock/Lock.
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
title:Not in hell
She couldn't cheer with the others.
Their laughter, their sinister smiles, how could she laugh and play like all would be fine? Stealing Christmas? Becoming the 'Sandy Claws'? She felt the dead thud of the black and decayed heart that had been placed inside her chest begin to speed up, while her skin, still tinged with the paints of death, began to heat up in her anxiety and fear.
Nothing would end well. Nothing joyous would come out of this, not a single thing. Did Jack really expect for the macabre villagers to recreate the whitened ash that fell from the sky, the colorful skin wrapped around oddly square heads, and the live trees with bright glistening irises?
A knot twisted in the realms of her corroded stomach, and she started running her hands over the raised scars that lined what she called skin, the rough fabric of her stitches as she began to back away from the madness of the crowd.
Sally's thoughts were desperate and the next thing she knew, scenes were flickering past her eyes, her stolen brain barely able to recognize the images of burning Christmas. Black ashes would fall from the sky and they would coat over the purity of the white flakes, painting the entire earth with the type of grim irony that only Halloween could produce.
Her eyes opened slowly, the pupils dilated in an emotion that she could not place into words, leaving her there to sit and replay the images over and over, before she could finally regain her sense enough to think coherently. Was this what Christmas was to be? Nothing but ash and flames, screams and tears and rejection and fear?
No, no, no.
This wasn't how it should be-not now, not ever. She knew that-Halloween meeting Christmas- that it wasn't meant to be, that it was never something that should happen.
But she couldn't convince them. Try as she might, she still watched Jack fly off in the night-leading a sleigh of reanimated, artificial and raving reindeer.
Nothing could stop him from leaving. And just as nothing could stop him, nothing could stop that single tear that fell from her eyes.
Nothing.