Ouija [Damien x Pip]

Chapter 4: Drowning

Chapter 4: Drowning

       Pip was sitting on the floor in his room, enjoying the peace and quiet of the silence that filled the air. He was hugging his knees, and was unable to sleep due to the horrific vision he has been receiving lately. Nothing but the screams of innocent people was the only thing that was on is mind. He couldn't stop the thoughts from coming, but maybe that was his fault. Damien has disappeared, saying he had to attend some things with his Father, so Pip was left to protect himself. He wasn't sure where that Antichrist had gone, but he knew for sure he was going to come back. The blonde heard a ding coming from downstairs, and so he stood up and walked out, leaving to his kitchen. He poured hot tea into a mug before sitting at the kitchen, staring at the muggy looking water. "Oh I do hope Damien comes back soon." Pip says aloud. "he is such company." The blonde smiled a little as his finger traced along the edge of the cup. "Better company than those horrible illusions." He sighed. The Brit picked up his cup and soon, everything froze. His eyes grew wide and they suddenly lost their color. Pip twitched uncontrollably and he was unable to speak. Was he having a seizure? He wasn't sure.
Pip's fingers released the cup, and it shattered on the floor with the hot tea running on the tiles. Suddenly the poor Blonde collapse to the floor, his fingers twitching as his eyesight grew blurry. "D-Dami..." he couldn't speak. It was like something was pulling his tongue back. The sounds around him turned off like a switch, and all that was heard was an ongoing ringing noise. Soon, Pip went limp.

He wakes up, but this time he was in some sort of warehouse. Pip gets up, looking around at his new surroundings. "Where am I now?" He wonders. Pip heard splashing from his right, and quickly he jerked his attention towards that way. He saw a huge container with glass walls, water was inside. Pip bit his lip, and eventually his legs began to move on their own, leading the British Boy to the big container. It was a pool, one of those kinds you'd see at those Aquariums. His heart was constantly slamming against his chest, so much anxiety and fear filled the boy, oh how he was frightened. He stopped in his tracks, looking into the clear water. It was silent, until a milky white colored hand smacks against the glass causing Pip to jump back.
Then, a figure rose into view. It was a woman. She had reddish orange hair that waved in the water currents behind her. Her skin color was white, and her lips were cracked. Pip took a step closer, examining her a bit more. She had green eyes, and a white dressed that danced along with the water. Her hand was still pressed against the glass. Pip, with curiosity, placed his hand over hers, staring at the girl with sympathy. The girl looked back up at him, eyes filled with nothing.
Suddenly, Pip was grabbed by the shoulders, causing him to scream out. As he wrestled with the figure who held him, he noticed that he was standing on a deck, right in front of the big pool. "Please! Oh please I'm begging you! I don't want to die!" Pip cried out violently, his wrists squirming with the shadows' grip. "D I E." it spoke. Pip didn't have time to beg more, he was falling. The blonde breathed in as much as he could before his whole body slammed into the waters' surface, him sinking soon after.
Pip stared up at the surface, watching it getting smaller and smaller as the boy sunk. He squirmed in the water, but sadly he was never taught how to swim. He soon coughed, gasping and squirming more when water began to fill his lungs. He let out a sobbing scream that only seemed muffled with his hand extending towards the surface, trying his best to grab a hold of it. The lady from before floated over him, casting a shadow on the blonde. Pip choked out a noise, his eyelids slowly falling. This is only a dream, he told himself. Though him slowly losing conscious didn't feel like a dream at all. He soon lost himself, allowing his heart to give in.

Pip gasped, throwing himself up from the floor with eyes shot wide open. He was hyperventilating, grabbing his chest as he tried so hard to breathe. The blonde soon calmed himself, and he looked around to see his kitchen. He sighed in relief, then gasped in horror when seeing his cup of tea shattered on the floor. "How reckless of me..!" Pip shakes his head before crawling over to the pieces. He picked each of them, placing the shards into his hands carefully. "I need Damien here." The blonde says to himself as he dumped the shards into the trash can. "He scares those bad images away." Pip closed his eyes in thought. The blonde has not once felt this afraid before. It worried him. It sucked, having nobody to defend yourself but you and you only. Right?
There was knocking on the door, causing Pip to jump out of his skin. He stared at the door and a chill was sent down his spine. "H-Hello?" He calls out in a shaky tone. No response. That freaked him out, so he stayed put. He jumped again when the knocking came again. "Oh dear, I'm going to die.." he whimpers, hugging his knees tightly. His eyes never looked away from the door knob that began to slowly turn. He then realized he had that Ouija board. Pip looked around for it, then he sat up on his knees to check his bed, where the corner of the board poked out from under Pips' white dirty pillow. "Yes!" He quickly grabbed it and tugged it out of hiding, sitting down with it. "Okay.." Pip took a couple of deep breaths. "I just need to ask for Damien, and I will be alright." He says, closing his eyes as he rested his fingers on the oval piece. "Pip." The blonde jumps, his eyes snapping open. Damien stood in front of him, his arms crossed and had a face of annoyance. "G-Good day Damien..!" He chirps, smiling at the Antichrist who sighed. "Hello to you too, Brit shit." Damien sat down next to the British boy. "Hey Damien?" Pip looks at the Raven, who 'mm' in response. "How was your trip to your Fathers' house? Did you two have a good time?" He asks.
     Damien opened his eyes and glanced at the blonde. "No." He answers, looking away from him. "In fact, it was absolutely terrifying. My father, Satan himself, is an absolute softie and it kills me." He informs. Pip couldn't help but to giggle. "What is so funny, human?" He asked the Brit who looked away with a smile still on his face. "Oh nothing Damien! It's just I imagined Satan to be a big scary guy, ya know?" Damien chuckled and he rested the back of his head against Pips' bed. "I did too, mortal." He agreed with Pip. "So, is he..?" Damien looks at him, seeing that he was stuck finding words to describe his father. "Yes, he's literally a angel in Hell." He finishes for Pip. "O-Oh." The blonde couldn't help but to giggle, looking down at his kneecaps. Damien raised an eyebrow. "What are you giggling about?" He asks the Brit, who shook his head with his giggles fading. "Oh I just imagined Satan to be known as all evil of all evil is all!" He explains, a smile never leaving his face. Damien found it disgusting.
"Yes." Damien turned away. "That's what I imagined too when I was birthed from a Jackal." He adds. Pip looked at him and raised an eyebrow in concern. "A..A jackal?" He questions. The Antichrist nods before facing the British boy. "My mother was a Jackal. And I damn God to every sin when I say that I was not impressed when I was face to face with my abomination of a Father for the first time." Damien frowns. Pip sighed. He soon yawned and his eyes barely shut. "You're funny." Pip comments, scooting closer to Damien, his arm against Damiens' arm. "What are you..-" Pip rests his head on the Demons' shoulder, his eyes closing. "You make me feel so safe. I missed you, Damien." He whispers to the Antichrist who eyed him suspiciously. "Where are you getting at, kid?" He asks the Blonde, but no response. He waited for a moment. "Hey. Pip pirrup, wake the fuck up. This is so fucking gay." His eyebrows frown as well as his lips. Damien tilted his head outward to see that the blonde was asleep. "Dammit to hell, Pip. You can't just fall asleep on someone. Especially if they're a dude. Fuck." He crossed his arms and sat back against the bed, looking up at the ceiling in annoyance. He felt the urge to knock Pip to the floor and laugh, but for some reason he didn't feel the need to want to. Damien looked over at the blonde and huffed, then brought his attention towards the ceiling where he found it surprisingly interesting to glance at.

           -End Of Chapter 4-