章節 20: Getting to know you
They all laughed and talked about the work they did, Bad Dream watched quietly since he just recently found his purpose. Tragedy told about the woman in France who fell in love but couldn't marry and the young girl who wanted to kill herself after she stole her parents' car to see her older boyfriend. Daydream told about the brothers who didn't understand each other. She told of her water powers and Tragedy of her fire powers. Bad Dream looked at them feeling for once he belonged. Then a light shined through the tunnels bright enough to cause Daydream to jump.
"I have to go," Daydream sighed jumping up then vanishing into a cloud of mist.
Tragedy looked at the light, realizing Day Dream left when summoned to save the day. Tragedy wondered on this, she never knew when people needed her she just walked and always ended up finding someone. "Bad Dream?" she whispered almost without thinking.
"Huh? Yeah, Jeannie?" He responded also seemingly drawn from a trance.
"I have to go. Will you be alright?" She sighed watching the lights flash through the tunnels.
"I will be fine. Even if I wasn't I think you should go anyway," he sighed as she got up and vanished into a blood splatter. He walked over to the nightmares, "I guess I can't do that. It came so naturally to them, maybe they are sisters of the spirit world. Well, I guess I have time to learn what I can do now," He ran his fingers over his purple hair and looked in the nightmares eyes.
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Tragedy stepped through to a world lit by the light of midday, she put up her hand to see better. A young man sat on a rock making quick work of a poem, Aww, a dreamer, Tragedy thought to herself. Daydream stood over the man watching him write, "Good! Oh, wow! She will love it! Don't lose hope!" Words of encouragement left her lips gracefully. Just then the pen stopped, the man looked up and smiled at the sidewalk, he quickly turned his eyes back to the paper. Daydream frowned, "I wish I could dream like you."
Tragedy watched the path, a man and woman walked hand in hand towards them, "Oh, Steve! You are so romantic!" the girl laughed hugging him tightly. The boy jumped behind the rock and frowned staring at the pair.
"Oh," Tragedy sighed, "Let me do my job." Daydream jumped but watched as Tragedy ran to the couple. "Oh my! You are a bad boy!" She laughed looking into his eyes, "let's see. She will do! Doesn't she work right there?" Tragedy pointed to a small shop on the Boardwalk.
Just as Tragedy said that a woman came out of the shop and noticed the couple, "Steve! Steve! You didn't call me! I thought you fell off the face of the earth! Where have you been?" The woman's red hair flowed behind her in ribbons of waves and her figure was draped in a white tank and cut offs.
Tragedy blinked, "how did you get that?" She couldn't help eyeing the red-haired woman as she threw her arms around Steve. She then looked down at her own figure, "Man, they don't make them like they use to. I mean I couldn't look like that if I tried!"
"Who is this?" The woman asked as her short blonde hair fell in her face.
"Oh?" The red-head smiled holding out her hand, "I am just a girl he took on a date last weekend and forgot to call back," Miss badonkadonk laughed giving Steve an evil look, "Are you his sister?"
The blonde didn't grab her hand but sighed, "I am sorry. We have been played, I thought I was his girlfriend but I see he isn't a one woman kind of man." Tears rolled down her face as she ran back towards the boy hiding behind the bush. Tragedy lit a small fire behind the boy causing him to jump out from behind the bush in an embarrassed pile at her feet. "Were you watching that?" she yelled at him.
"I…I…I'm sorry!" He stammered.
The red-head slapped Steve and ran back the way she came, Steve dropped into the nearby café to hide from onlookers, and Tragedy ran to the strange pair in front of the bush, "If the poem is any good I'd read it now."
"Read it to her," Daydream nodded amazed by Tragedy's work.
The blond watched him with an annoyed expression as he started to read the paper in his hand,
"Without knowing it, - You stole my heart. - I don't have the wit. - Nor, am I smart, - But I saw you held another, - Who didn't deserve your love. - I could feel you smother - Under his glove. - I cannot promise perfection. - I am far from anything great. - I couldn't caress your complexion, - Not in my state. - I don't know why I am here. - I just can't help but wonder, - At the sheer - Greatness of the thunder - In my ears, - Or the torment of my tears. - Not even the gears - In my head understand the fears - In my heart. - I just know that rhymed and I love you, I hope that is alright."
The girl smiled and sunk to the ground in front of him, "Wow!" was all she said as their lips touched.
Tragedy laughed, "I wonder if they even know each other's names?"
"He knows her name and she knows him, now be quiet!" Daydream sighed slapping the air between her and Tragedy enthusiastically.
"Okay," Tragedy smiled leaning against a tree.
A puff of bright pink smoke appeared out of nowhere, out of it a tall man stepped through. He had hot pink hair slicked back and a hot pink goatee. He looked like a pink version of an attractive Italian guy. He wore a Pink Tux with hearts for buttons and had a pin with an arrow in his hand. "Who messed up my relationship between Steve and Michelle?" He said with a slight Greek accent.
"Tragedy is this another one of your friends?" Daydream asked looking at the strange man.
"Nope," Tragedy said bluntly sticking her tongue out at him, "He is an annoying guy who thinks he owns the world of love."
"Ah, I see," Day dream said sticking her tongue out too, giggling, "Hey this is kind of fun!"
"Oh, it's you!" The man sneered looking at Tragedy, "I can't believe you think you are supposed to mess with lo…" he looked at Daydream, "And who is this?" he said in a seductive voice, reaching out to kiss her hand.
She pulled her hand back hugging it to her chest, "I'm Day Dream and I don't like to be touched."
"Wow! Cupid you like someone? Are you actually being nice?" Tragedy laughed.
"What is wrong with you?" Cupid looked at Tragedy concerned, "You are generally annoying with your messing with my romances, but you are usually very level headed and thoughtful. This seems like just…" he motioned to her, "Crazy. Have you lost your mind? Miss Emperor of Darkness?"
"It is Empress and yes, I kind of did after Pitch died," Tragedy lowered her head, "I don't want to be miss 'do as your told' anymore. I want to enjoy the afterlife, see if that gets me any closer to my goals."
"Goals?" Cupid sighed, "You never seemed to have any goals other than helping your dark master and ruining my romances. I wonder if something happened but I really don't care." He turned to Daydream, "I am the spirit of love, I help romances along. Do you like?"
Daydream looked at Tragedy who had moved on, she knew Tragedy listened but her eyes were on the couple they had just made. When her eyes rested on Cupid's handsome face, "I am married," The words left her lips before she knew what she was saying.
"Oh," Cupid frowned, "Before or after death?" he asked with slight hopefulness.
Daydream looked to Tragedy for help, "Does it matter? Mr. God of Love?" Tragedy sighed coming to the rescue
Daydream bent over to straighten her dress, it felt way too short with his lustful eyes on her. Daydream imagined that Tragedy had to be beautiful when she was alive. Her graceful movements aren't that of a lady but they were that of a woman who cared for her appearance. Tragedy often moved her hair from her face in slight annoyance then frowned at the short locks that remained. Didn't she have hair past her hips when she was alive? Day Dream wondered. Tragedy looked like a walking murder victim; she had red blood splatters over her white chest, shoulder, and stomach, a red dress that tore in an expressive bleeding heart, and her hair looked like someone lit a match to the end of it. The gruesomeness of her death rested on her appearance, though Tragedy wasn't ugly by no means. Her face was soft and round, her eyes had a hopeful youthful light, and her voice somehow reminded Day Dream of the mother she never had. If Tragedy was Jeannie James then she died on her 18th birthday when Day Dream was only fifteen, three years older yet also the same age.
"If it didn't you would still be married and Colin died a cheater," Cupid spat at Tragedy with all the venom a love spirit could have.
Fire flashed behind Tragedy's blood soaked eyes, "Our marriage was never consummated, he and I were not legally bound other than that of a slave to a master," her knuckles cracked as her hands balled into fists and flames shot from her finger tips, "Although, if you wish to say more on the matter I would gladly see if a spirit could still feel pain," she rolled her head around and before the last crack sounded Cupid bowed to Daydream and vanished into a puff of pink smoke. "Only a cowered speaks poorly of a dead man," she sighed blowing out her hands and smoothing over her hair.
Daydream had tears in her eyes, "I wonder if Daniel would say the same thing? I was his master's daughter," She put her face in her hands to hide her shame.
"I am sure he doesn't feel that way," Tragedy sighed, "Did you buy him? Or did you run away? Did he ask you or did you tell him? Did he die leaving you on your wedding night?" Daydream could only shake her head 'no.' "Well, Colin bought me, handed my mother money and paid off all her debts for my hand in marriage. I was told I would be Mrs. James. I also died leaving on my wedding night. Remember?" Day Dream nodded trying to calm her tears. It felt good to release some of the water boiling inside of her. Tragedy didn't seem to care, she just sat down and let Day Dream cry until she felt like her eyes were going to fall out with the flood pouring from inside her. "Come on, We need to remove some of our nervous energy," Tragedy grabbed Day Dream and pulled her to through a blood splatter into a waterfall in the middle of a wood. "Now, let it go."
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Poetsoul61521 the poem is writen a little differently. I don't like the way they space on here so I split it by - , if you need to read it again every - is a new line.
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