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iamtheempress · 4 years

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Cold Blooded

A Dragon Ball Horror Fic {Part 8}

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The Gravity Chamber, at 500 times gravity was nothing compared to how heavy the princes heart felt. Whether he wanted to admit it or not he hurt Carlie and the fact she was UNDERSTANDING- other then alive- is nothing short of a miracle.. shes still his fiance, his mate. Vegeta was getting sloppy and keeping his mind occupied was proving to be a bigger challenge in and of itself.

"Why dont you go apologize to her already?" Bulma's voice cut through the gravity chambers speakers. Vegeta pounded his fist straight through a bot and looked to the screen on the wall. Hes quiet. "Vegeta, your so fucking dense.. shes going through trauma too. All she wants is to be comforted and if you can collect yourself and man up and speak to your *fiance* maybe you two will be stronger then ever.. just get your ass outside and see her." "Where." The prince piped up and turned off the chamber that was encased in red light. "Balcony from my room shes checking out the scenery with her new vision" she winks and turns off the display. "New vision..?" He furrows a brow and rushes out of the chamber.

He made his way to the other end of the building paying no mind to doctors and physicians who stood around scratching their heads. It seems like confusion was becoming more infectious in the walls of capsule corp then people were comfortable with..

He saw her.

Standing on the balcony with the robe that was leant to her from Bulma, he took a deep breath and made his way to the door. The wind fluttering curtains out of the building.

"Woman." He piped up, clenching his shaking fists.

Carlie turned eyes wide and tilted her head. Shes not wearing glasses. Its a new sight for the prince and certainly for her. She was so interested in seeing him she had a look of childlike wonder.

"Hey Vegeta, i was just about to come look for you, wanted to show you this." She pointed to her face, she was focused on him for the first time without glasses and Carlie simply loved it.. she welcomed him on the balcony and they stood side by side, Vegeta kept his place and stared at her gathering his thoughts and how to say it.

"Carlie. You know i didn't mean to do what i did… in any way shape or form id never lay a hand on you maliciously.. what I'm saying is that-'' she cut him off with a finger to his lips silencing the bumbling prince.

"My prince doesn't stutter over his words. That tells me your sorry and that's all i need." He sighed in relief and held her arms staring into her eyes. "No more glasses i assume?" He pushes bleached blonde locks out of her face to view her new look closer. "Nope! I have 20/20 vision now! The serum perfected it completely.. should be permanent. Like it?"

Vegeta tilted his face and hummed out a chuckle "Never mattered to me woman" he encircled his arms around her back and pulled her into a passionate hard kiss, nothing about Vegeta was soft or sweet. Let alone kissing or a rare apology. She welcomed it with a smile and running her fingers into his hair and deepening it. They were interupted by the sound of Bulma's voice. "No sex on my bed please you two." She casually asked of them making Vegeta smirk down at his woman beaming with relief. "No promises." Carlie held him close and looked at the blue haired engineer. "So i take it you both made up? Wedding still on?" "Plan never changed if im not mistaken" Vegeta grumbled and leaned back against the railing. "Good. I have food ready for everyone, Carlie go get dressed and meet us out there." She requested disrobing from the white lab coat. "Heard that. Im guessing hes not joining us again." She gulped, referring to Frieza. "No he had his fill already. Gets his food sent to his room." Bulma always had a way of making people comfortable in any bullshit situation. "Alright ill meet yall out there."

Carlie dressed in the little black dress she had as a backup in Bulmas closet. Simple and easy to slip on. Along with blue slides on so she wasn't barefoot going to the balcony. Upon closing the door she was met with the quiet halls of capsule corp she adjusted the dress and made her way down the hall only to be stopped by a familiar sight.

"Carlie!" Goku chirped coming from the direction of the lab. "Hey Goku! Long time no see. How you been?"

"Oh y’know all well and good, Vegeta told me that the serum was done so i stopped by and went into the lab to get the edible versions. Hope that’s no trouble!" He rubbed the back of his neck with a grin.

She laughed and walked in tandem with the larger saiyan to the balcony. "No no problem there. I should really come up with a name for it instead of calling it 'serum'." Goku made a thoughtful noise and tilted his head.

"Pick Me Up?" He said quite instantly. As if he already had a name for it. "Goku where the hell did you hear a phrase like that?" "Huh? Im not sure, really. Somethin i used to say with senzu beans or when I'm in a hospital bed, and believe me everyone needs a good Pick Me Up" Carlie snorted, Goku was that weird comic relief she needed in her life, some things are just too serious and then there was Goku to remind people there’s worse thing out there to be worried about then that on earth, the both of them stopped at the doorway from the balcony.

"It was strange actually, Frieza let me in the lab when i got there." Carlie raised a brow. "Really? Weird." She goes to the balcony with Goku who sees the smorgasbord of food. "Got room for one more?" "Yes Goku, we got more" Bulma says being served and points to Goku. The wait staff nods and goes back to fetch more food for the Saiyan with the biggest appetite and Carlie, who took her place beside the prince.

Something still sat heavy on her mind..

Why was Frieza in her lab?

Beneath the foundation of the corporation was Carlie’s Lab, and within that lab lay her best creation now being manufactured ten fold from enterprises, and Frieza was witnessing the young scientists' empire rise slowly. The former emperor strode around the lab and to a display with Frieza’s name scrawled across the drawn on screen. He smiled at the little things, whether it be penmanship or be it her dainty way she wrote in general there was something about her that Frieza enjoyed. Maybe it was her interest in him, maybe it was her kindness where others found reasons to hate him.

He didnt hate it. He felt the need to keep it to himself, to let it fester for his own amusement. He dipped his head forward and looked to a bag sitting erect on the floor.

Marked with the letter F. He tilted his head and picked it up, curious, he pulled out a large bottle of Merlot. “Hmm… Precious little thing remembered” He was caught off guard by the sound of someone opening the door to the lowermost part just before the labs door, he twitched upon hearing an unfamiliar voice.

He slid the wine back into the bag and placed it back to where he found it. Gliding with grace and absolute silence to the wall besides the door to listen. “Have you seen Norman anywhere?” A deep voice questioned, an older human physician.

“Havent since he sent another nude of Carlie..” “A real dime piece she is.. Too bad she still is with that weird alien.” “Ah come off it.. We have our Stache and she is none the wiser.”

Friezas fists clenched tight behind his back as he leaned against the wall, and a small knowing smile spread across his tightly lined black lips. Easy prey. He thought.

“So why are we down here, Nick?” the fat short one asked as the other fumbled with pills and some strange vial. “Easy, Bruce… were sabotaging her coffee so she can fall asleep faster, and were going to get that coding for that stimulant. Dumb bitch wouldnt know what hit her.” The door clicked open and In walked the Physicians, unbeknownst to them there untimely end would be at the hands of frieza.

At breakneck speed, Frieza apprehended both of them one by the neck with his tail and the other with his hand outstretched gripping the fat short ones neck, tight enough to hear a loud crunch before he could cry out for help.

“Tsk tsk tsk… you meddlesome little vermin were going to harm, Carlie” He lifted the one who was devising the plan into the air and tightened the appendage around his throat tighter, his fat friend gurgling almost unconscious on his own blood. His eyes flicked to the room in the back marked incinerator. Friezas devilish smile and bright vermillion eyes flickered from one physician to the other. “I do believe a swift punishment for disgusting little creatures like you are in order., wouldn't you agree, Bruce?” He walked forward with one hand anchored to his back as the door opened to him as if by will, the one being suspended in mid air was kicking and gasping, while the other was being dragged by his bottom jaw.

“This is a crude little disposal unit but it will do for now, besides trash belongs in the trash.” He tossed the fat one into the disposal pit with enough force to crack his head against the wall, the impact making a loud crunch; he gasped and twitched, spitting up blood on the ground, covered in charred remains of glass and waste.

Frieza brought the human to eye level with him and tilted his head as he stared in the face of sweet delicious fear, decadent tears and the succulent sight of sweat and blood shot eyes of the strangled doctor.

“Those pictures better be worth your utter demise. Too bad you wont be able to touch a woman as beautiful as her,” He took hold of his arms and with minimal effort popped both of his arms off his person like a doll, the dismembered doctor went wide eyed and cried before being flung head first into the same spot his partner hit.

“Now you wont have anything to touch her with….” He grinned laying the arms one over the other in the pit before clicking the incinerator activation button, sealing the two still living doctors away in a hard glass chamber door, and licks of fire erupting from the floor like hell reaching up to grab at them both. Frieza leaned against the wall marveling at the two doctors flop around like fish out of water… screaming silently for a help that will never arrive. Only to see their executioner behind the glass window beyond walls of rising fire, like the Devil himself.

“You will thank me, Carlie.” He assured sauntering from the room only to be met with a tiny floor cleaning robot that mopped up the floor of all the blood that soaked the linoleum floor. The perfect murder, and the best little cleanup crew and no one was any the wiser.

The emperor looked over at the bottle of wine left out for him then back to the screen with all the information of his physical genetic makeup, hes thoroughly impressed and with a swipe of his hand the coding goes over to the Saiyan genetic makeup with the green wording beneath it.

Perfected.

Frieza narrows his brows and hums. A tab opens with all the reasons why it is perfected. Most of these reasons are beneficial and to aid civilization as a whole. Both alien and human alike, and shes only put forth the battle stimulant. “This benevolent little woman is more creative then I expected.. Ohoho.. Your only peaking my interest further and further Carlie.”

He goes back to his own investigation and feels like hes seen enough. He’ll inspect his findings later, but for now he is in wait. The incinerator dings indicating its disposal has ended. Frieza grins maliciously. “Too bad that was much faster than anticipated…”

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Authors note: Thanks for waiting, works been crazy and havent had time to really get this done fast enough.

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maikatc · 4 years

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Black Sun Tale | November 1st

sorry for the delay! i really hoped to have this released during my vacation but regardless, i hope you all enjoy! this chapter is fairly special, along with others from here on out

remember that this is a first draft with only minor edits, and comments are always appreciated!

The weather was damp on the first day of November. Rain showers drew down to the ground making minimal sound; however, it was all deafened by the daily events of Obodo.

In the alleyway, Ayu’s body shivered in his slumber. Not a passing minute did he still. His arms and legs crouched over each other to give warmth from the cold droplets on his skin.

“Stop bein’… cold,” he mumbled in his sleep. Though the showers continued to pinch him to a tiresome amount.

His weariness itched him from everywhere. The noise of the crowd, the traffic; the clicking in his mind; the faded nightmare of a dream; they all dimmed into his sleep but for a second, the world went silent. In Ayu’s ears, his touch, his senses, his attention drew to a single voice calling out in a blank dream.

“Wake up, Ayu.”

The voice whispered in Ayu ears, her tone soft and sweet, almost like a lullaby. The command kept running in his mind until his eyes finally fluttered open.

His mind processed who was talking and his eyes dulled. Nostalgia brought him to a numb halt.

“… Hi Lillie.”

“How’s the story going?”

“Bad.” He grabbed his journal with sluggish hands, opening it to illiterate writing. “Not as good as yours.”

“Oh really?” Her pitch perked up.

“I can’t ask for more advice from you,” he sighed.

“It’s a shame. There’s so much you can improve on too.”

“That’s…” he flipped a page. The used page full with a disproportionate character. “Under-exaggerating.”

“Under-exaggerating?”

“Yes, I can’t find the word,” Ayu huffed. He covered up his legs with a thin blanket after a gust of wind reminded him.

She hummed. “I can always tell you what’s wrong if you need it.”

Ayu kept his mouth shut, pushing himself up to sit by his wall. His eyes lingered towards the ground. He waited for what’d be inevitable. “… I know you’ll just tell it to me either way.”

She giggled. “I’m predictable, aren’t I? Now let’s see… Well, you really are terrible. Your drawings can’t evoke the characters at all. It should already be easy for your age.”

Ayu didn’t move.

“You keep changing everything I gave to you. Everything you’re adding is making it worse.” Her voice was calm, no bitterness spatting out.

“I’m sorry…” He breathed out.

She rambled on, “If people were to see this, nobody would understand and bat an eye for what you want.”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated. His throat began to heat up.

“Oh,” she chirped, “It’s okay to be sorry. Just remember, I’m doing this to help you…”

Ayu gasped at a hand caressing his cheek. Another held him gently by the other cheek. Eying down, the hands were a snowy pale. Drawing his eyes ahead, a vivid figure formed by the hands. The only clear thing being the beauty of her lilac eyes.

“Don’t cry… you look ugly when you cry,” she smiled.

He closed his eyes against his doubt. “You’re real, right?”

“Of course.”

“I- I know you aren’t-”

“Don’t you trust me,” she asked.

Ayu entangled his fingers with his hair. His mind pounded in pain. “I’m sorry. I don’t.”

Lillie scowled. “You’ll never help anyone like that, Ayu.”

“Can you let go now?” Ayu swallowed.

“... With pleasure.” She let her hands off of him.

Ayu’s reality settled in by the rain again. He huffed, looking back at the girl. His legs brought himself up. He abandoned his book and her to exit the alley.

The black-haired boy pulled up his hood as he stepped through the streets of Obodo.

The streetlights radiated against puddles in the sidewalk cracks. Dozens carried umbrellas wide to stubble; arrangements of pinks to blues to greens spread through the streets.

Ayu strolled and passed them all. He watched carefully at passerby’s, taking steps to avoid a single touch.

A crosswalk pulled him to the next boulevard. “Where do I even go now?”

Damp leaves flew by from the winds, each with muddy colors of autumn. One by one, they passed by the crowds. Though, it didn’t take long until one hit Ayu in the face.

“Fuck…” He slipped the leaf off, drying out the water droplets on his face with his sleeve. He held the leaf by his fingertips, glaring at what just hit him while walking along. Giving a sigh, he threw it behind his shoulder in the hopes that nobody was behind.

“I’ll just go around, I guess,” he shrugged.

***

An hour passed; Ayu continued to wander throughout the streets. Ideas floated around his head whenever he was to pass by infamous sites and buildings. However, nothing stuck with familiarity like others would.

That is, until he stopped by a particular park.

The children laughed faintly in his ears. He stopped a step, turning around to see the entrance sign of Felle Park.

Ayu’s face softened at the reminder of the setting. Maybe there.

“Let’s see,” Ayu poked his own cheek in thought, “November 1st, 201X…”

Ayu sat in front of the playground fence. He watched silently as other kids his junior played. Their parents sat at the benches or standing, talking to each other about whatever news. Umbrellas rested by all of their sides.

“Today so far’s… cold.” He scooched back as a little girl ran passed him. He pressed down on his lips. “Lillie wasn’t fun again, but that always makes sense.”

Ayu took a breath. “I’m thinking about changing the story since things aren’t going good again.” He swallowed empty, dry air.

A child fell off the swings. He sighed, “No monsters; No Akeldama.”

As children cheered joyously from their games, Ayu observed them. In his obscure eyes, he visualized his own fun while they ran along.

A younger kid, with scruffy black hair held back by a headband, ran throughout the playground along with others from the neighborhood. He laughed as they chased him around, dashing through everyone who couldn’t catch him.

Ayu chuckled at the sight.

It didn’t take long for the boy to stop. He paused to hide behind a girl dressed in a black dress, carrying an umbrella on a sunny day. Her white hair and skin were the only things capturing brightness in her still figure.

She ratted him out merely seconds later.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t even see you there.”

Ayu snapped back into reality, blinking to see a toddler, who’d bump into him, staring back.

“Why do your legs look funny?”

Ayu jumped up. “O-oh, um, sorry, I was meaning to leave-” He looked towards the side of the exit.

“Why do your eyes look weird-”

Ayu shook his hands towards her tilted head. “It’s nothing! I’ll uh- be going now.” He rushed off from her, pulling up his hood more.

“God, damn it,” he muttered under his breath. He exited the playground area. He kicked his ankles without effort, making him wince from every hit. They aren’t gonna bruise.

The farther he avoided obstacles and drifted in thought, the more he’d part ways with the sidewalk path. The rain showers continued to fall and they kept on dripping onto Ayu’s skin and clothes.

However, it was the trees ruffling against each other that lifted Ayu’s ears. He peeked around to find a forest next to him.

Something called out for him in his chest breathtakingly. It pulled him in a way Ayu couldn’t comprehend.

Without a thought, he entered blind.

A step in the grass can bring so much sound. The melody of them cracking and brushing each other softly rang through Ayu’s ears. It was peaceful compared to the constant ringing in his head.

The forest whispered to him like a dream. It hid itself within its own shadows as Ayu gazed upon them. Flowers of soft blues and reds shriveled against the boy’s worn out shoes in every step. Faint scurries of squirrels and birds added to the environment. Though, even with the beautiful sight in front of him, Ayu’s head wouldn’t stop sensing something ahead of him, something to be ready for.

“The forest is a thing I can get used to,” Ayu said aloud. He stepped over a log as he rambled and animals ran away. “If anyone’s here to listen, fuck ‘em, I guess.”

He hopped through a tiny river. “Maybe I can get some cool rocks here… It’d make too much of a mess though.”

He spoke with whatever came up in his mind. Endless one-offs and quips echoed from the trees to Ayu’s ears. He ventured on to what seemed like a boundless forest.

“Oh yeah, that’s why you don’t feed rice to pigeons.” He jumped off of a foot-long ledge after talking to himself for a half-hour.

“Are you done with your banter?” Akeldama’s voice rang in Ayu’s head.

“God, damn it, I knew you were coming here sooner or later.” He stopped himself, tapping down his foot in the patience of getting through the conversation. “What are you here for now?”

“Impatient, I see. I was simply wondering how meeting Oliver went. What’d you think?”

Ayu formed a fist. “If you do anything to him, I will-”

“Don’t worry about that,” Akeldama assured, “He already has enough to worry about as is.”

“And you don’t let that slide for Annette,” he scowled.

“… You’ll understand in time. But I truly want your opinion here. What do you think of him?”

“We just met,” Ayu exclaimed, “Most that I know is that he’s smart and can beat anyone at Ono.”

Akeldama sighed. “That’s just for now, I suppose. I just hope that you like him.”

Ayu blinked. “Why would you want that?”

Wind blew through the forest again. Silence was the only reply for Ayu.

He kicked a rock with minimal effort. The impact let it fly across a few yards as Ayu only took a deep breath. His doubt of no-harm weighed him greatly. “What’ll the next stunt be Akeldama?”

No reply, as always.

He walked on, shrugging off the suspicions of the conversation as just another Akeldama talk.

Everything stayed in the same atmosphere, all until Ayu took a single step.

From one place to another, Ayu sensed a change. There was thicker air surrounding him, almost suffocating him. All of the bustling of the critters and rustling of the trees and grass stilled, making silence the only thing to scream out.

Despite it, something in Ayu urged him to push forward. And his curiosity pulled him through.

It only took a minute walk. The dead silence crept up through Ayu’s spine in suspense. No traffic, no talking, no footsteps, no chirping or brushes, it left him in unease.

However, the silence wasn’t all that much of a bother once Ayu’s breath was swept away completely by the sight he found.

It was a small field, empty of any flowers, logs, all that laid dormant was a single stump in the middle and a certain boy he’d seen days ago.

Oliver was next to the stump, curled up and resting soundly. His hair was messy and he was draped with his crimson jacket as if it were a blanket. It would’ve been a nice scene to revisit.

Though flashes made Ayu doubt what he was seeing. With every second, the scene changed until it stopped to one that only left him with shock.

The grass was dampened not by the rain but instead dark red liquid. What laid around Oliver and the stump were scraps of organs and flesh. They scattered all over, big and small, rotting by the minute.

Then there was Oliver. His entire body was dressed in blood, apart from his coat. Though, splatters of intense reds rested upon his mouth and hands.

Even with everything around him and himself, he still slept with a peaceful face.

Ayu backed up, shaken by what was in front of him. He whimpered curses under his breath. His throat swelled up as he was on the verge of tears. His head pounded so loudly against him yet he still stood and didn’t realize the pain.

Taking a small gulp, his gut forced him to walk forward. He raised his hand slowly towards Oliver. His entire arm couldn’t stop shaking.

Though, it was only before Ayu could try waking him up, that he already did.

Oliver’s eyes opened about, fluttering up along with his head. His drowsy face stared to space.

Ayu froze in hesitation.

It took a moment for Oliver’s expression to change. His eyes widened as he shifted his eyes left and right to see his surroundings. He shifted his hands to his stomach, pushing it in and out. “Shit.” His face turned cold. He slumped both his hands and face down, pulling up his coat’s hood and buttoning it up. It was only a mere second after did he pause, flinching up and jumping once he realized Ayu.

They both stayed in place. Ayu’s heartbeat pounded in confusion. Why is he here? Why is there blood everywhere...?

A few seconds passed. Still no words; still no movement. Ayu’s mind jumbled up as to what to say and what to do. However, it was after those seconds did Oliver take a stand.

Ayu stuttered out, “W-wait- uh, what are-”

Oliver dashed off immediately, pushing Ayu out of his way.

“Wait!” Ayu pushed himself back up, stumbling off to run after him. If it weren’t for his speed, he wouldn’t have been able to catch up to Oliver’s sprinting at all, though he caught up in record time.

Ayu grabbed Oliver by his left arm, making Oliver hiss in the process. He asked, “What the hell was that?”

Oliver hyperventilated, sweat pouring against the blood on his face. “No- please go,” he whimpered. His eyes were puffy, tears already pouring in the brink of an eye. He somehow pulled himself out of Ayu’s grasp, running off yet again.

Ayu could read Oliver easily at least. He could tell he was scared, terrified even. Yet, the urge to understand what he’d seen led him on.

He ran after the red-hooded boy again.

Oliver continued to make twists and turns down his path, making Ayu fall behind. Though it was lucky for Ayu as Oliver tripped by a twig.

Ayu caught up before Oliver could get up again. But before Ayu could do anything, Oliver cried out. “STOP THIS, PLEASE!”

Ayu paused, watching the shaking boy curl up. His arms wrapped around his head as his begged, “Leave me alone…”

Ayu’s body relaxed as his adrenaline slowed. “I’m not gonna leave you alone like this, and without an explanation.” He pulled up his hoodie, taking it off and letting the now pouring rain settled all over him.

“Here,” he tossed the jacket over to Oliver. “This’ll probably make the stains less… obvious.”

Oliver peeked his head up, still shivering and shedding tears. Hesitant, he put the hoodie on, not saying a word.

He didn’t say anything about the scent...

Ayu reached his hand out to the redhead. “I’ll take you back to the alley.”

Oliver swallowed. And he slowly took his hand.

***

Rain still fell through as the two boys sat against the alley wall.

Ayu stared at Oliver, thoughts spiraling through his mind.

Oliver only stuck his head down. “Can you…”

Ayu blinked to his attention.

“Can you be quiet, please? I still need to process this.”

Ayu nodded, then keeping his eyes away from him.

The sound of the rain was his only distraction. He tapped his foot, shifted his seat, looked around left and right to the crowds. His impatience prayed for time to fly by.

It came to the point where Ayu counted 78 raindrops before Oliver quietly spoke. “This is the first time someone’s ever seen me like that.”

“But…”

“It’s-… it’s fine. I’m pretty sure out of anybody, I can tell you. You can even help, maybe… or hate me, either one.” Oliver forced out a chuckle.

“Just tell me what’s going on,” Ayu urged.

Oliver nodded in reluctance. He looked down as he started to explain. “I’ve… been starving for years,” he said, “Whenever I eat something from my mom or just whatever, it doesn’t process for some reason. And it’s only until I pass out and I find myself with a dead body am I actually full.” He curled himself up again.

“Does that mean-”

Oliver nodded. “From what I can tell, I just need flesh to live.”

Ayu shook his head, his breathing heightening. “No, no… when did this start…?”

“My seventh birthday four years ago,” Oliver explained. “I was with two friends at the park and just woke up to find them dead in the same forest. It usually happens on my birthday… like today.” He sighed.

Ayu himself took a mental sigh of relief despite it all. However, another thing came into realization at the same time. “So… you take others’ lives…”

“I hate it enough that I don’t try to eat or pass out of exhaustion until I give in after a week.” He slammed his head back against the wall. “It hurts…”

Responses were limited. Ayu could barely comprehend what Oliver was even saying. However, in a reluctant fashion, he asked, “It’ll get better at some point, won’t it?”

“I doubt it,” Oliver immediately responded.

Bad pull. “I- I’m sure of it.” God, damn it, don’t lie.

They stayed in an awkward silence. No replies given and no conversation added. Ayu twiddled over his thumbs over and over again, waiting for some kind of conclusion.

Though it was Oliver to close things up by adding, “At least we have one thing in common.”

“What?”

“We both have shitty lives, right?” Oliver looked back at Ayu, opening up his eyes instantly.

That was when Ayu realized Oliver’s been avoiding looking at him this entire time.

“Holy shit,” Oliver spoke. He reached out to grabbed Ayu’s arm. “How did I not realize how skinny you were?”

Ayu stammered, raising a brow. He pulled back his arm and shrugged. “I guess the jacket. I don’t really eat, remember?”

Oliver only stared. His expression twisted to concern. But all he did was take off Ayu’s own hoodie, giving it back to him. “You can have this back.”

“Uh, thanks?”

Oliver stood back up. He licked off some of the washed-up blood on his mouth and pulled up his own hood again. “Can I go home now?”

“Uh- yeah. Just don’t do anything extreme.”

Oliver huffed out a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t for the next while.” He walked off to the edge of the alleyway, waving him a, “Goodbye,” as he disappeared through the building edges.

As the calmed rain still hit his soaking hair, all he could mutter was, “What the hell…”

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builder051 · 5 years

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Merrily we roll along

For @mohini-musing. Happy belated birthday, my dear, and I’m very sorry I put you through this terror on a regular basis.

Whoa Bessie, the AU in which Steve is trans and Bucky is a veteran, not that either of those particularly figure into the story. __________

They’re driving. Again. James’s slew of twice-a-year check ins with various specialists have rolled around, and more than one has referred them on to yet another more capable doctor friend. There’s new technology out now, too. First James let them outfit his ears, and now, finally, he’s thinking about letting them outfit his arm.

The new prosthetics specialist is Swedish, at least Steve thinks he is. Somebody Odinson. Between James’s hearing and the doctor’s accent, their teleconference went less than well. So now they’re driving. Not to Sweden, but it may as well be, with all the twists and turns and side streets. Steve silently tells the GPS to go fuck itself, then mutters to James, “We’re so taking the highway the rest of the way. Just let me find an on ramp.”

“Ok.” James doesn’t seem to care. Why would he? He doesn’t drive, doesn’t particularly mind if they’re on time for his appointments. He looks especially blank, though. Maybe a little grey in the dim afternoon light filtering through the heavy clouds.

“You doing ok?” Steve hopes James isn’t carsick, though it would make sense if he was. The path they’ve been following is more akin to Thunder Mountain than an actual street map. But there’s no self-conscious gulping, no green tinge across his cheeks.

“Yeah.” James blinks, but doesn’t look at Steve.

“Tired?” Steve guesses. They were up once overnight, briefly, at one in the morning, but a cuddle and a glass of water put James down again without much trouble, so Steve counted it for a win. Compared to the sleepless nights they’d endured before the insurance approved the Prazosin, it was practically pleasant.

“Hm.”

“Alright.” Steve doesn’t push him. He’s probably nervous about the consultation, and talking about it will just make it worse. “Here’s the highway.” Steve twiddles the steering wheel and merges onto the interstate. “I bet we’ll be there in ten minutes.”

This time, James doesn’t respond.

Steve mentally shuffles his deck of therapist cards. He’s not technically supposed to treat James, but the techniques have done a lot to calm him through stressful situations. “You feel like talking it through?” he asks, always wary of chattering too much and getting on James’s nerves.

“Eh.” James shrugs and looks out the window.

“Ok.” Steve settles on a CBT protocol. What’s the positive? What’s the negative? What’s the realistic? “What’s a good thing that could happen at the appointment?” He looks at James, then quickly returns his eyes to the windshield when a fat drop of rain splatters across the glass.

“Um,” James starts. He takes a shuddering breath. “I… I could…”

“Uh-huh,” Steve encourages him, turning on the windshield wipers.

“I could… um.”

The traffic slows in front of Steve. He presses down on the brake, wondering what’s causing the backup. He shifts in his seat, trying to see around a monsterous jeep. At first he doesn’t notice anything unusual, then he sees a line of orange barrels edging him steadily out of his lane. “Shit,” Steve whispers at the same moment that James gives up on his stuttering and murmurs, “Fuck.”

Steve laughs quietly. “Aren’t we a pair?” He throws another glance in James’s direction and turns on his blinker. “Come on, give me a good possibility.”

“I… ok…” James heaves a sigh. “Um…”

“Buck?” Steve squeezes in between the jeep and a pickup truck that seems set on bottoming out the speed limit. Steve could probably roll faster if he put the car in neutral. The one benefit of the slow tempo is that he doesn’t need to steer, though, so he reaches over to gently pat James’s shoulder. It’s the stump arm, so he’s careful not to exert too much pressure or move too quickly, but James seems to need the grounding touch.

“I…”

“Ok,” Steve assures him. “It’s ok if you can’t think of one. You wanna tell me… what we should pick up for dinner later?”

He hears James drag in another breath, then let it out with what sounds like a mighty tremor. Steve breathes slowly himself and keeps his ears peeled.

“I...can’t.”

“Huh?” It’s not want Steve expects to hear, though he can’t think of a good reason why not. “You don’t have to, Buck. You never have to.”

“I… Just… I…”

“Take your time.” Steve’s beginning to worry now, his heart hammering just a bit more quickly than usual. He turns his head and takes a good long look, his eyes bouncing from James’s pale cheeks to his cockeyed sunglasses to his slack, white lips. “Buck? You feeling alright?”

“I…” The answer is plainly no, but James still seems unable to pronounce the short word.

“Ok, let me figure this out…” Now that he’s well and truly merged, there’s nothing to do but inch the car along until they get to the next exit. Steve ponders pulling over and calling someone, maybe 911, but that’s probably overreacting. James won’t take well to paramedics poking and prodding at him. He’s still too coherent for this to be a real emergency. “Here,” Steve finally says, reaching across James’s chest for his right hand. “Hold on to me, ok?”

James obliges, though slowly. His grip starts out strong, then begins to slacken the longer he holds it. The rain that had previously been sending down drops every thirty seconds or so breaks into a steady downpour. James practically hisses in distaste.

“I know, just hold on, ok? I’m going to exit as soon as I can.”

James makes a breathy noise, then swallows wetly. “I… ok.”

“Ok,” Steve echoes, glad James is at least minimally coherent. “Ok. Let’s play a game,” he says with an air of confident cheeriness he doesn’t feel. “What do you see?”

“Um…” James pauses for a long moment. Trees, Steve expects to hear him say. Or cars. But instead, James slowly says, “Orange?” The word trails up at the end, as if he’s not sure what he sees, or maybe how to put it into a verbal form with letters and syllables and sounds.

“Orange?” Steve repeats, his brown knitting in concern.

“I… I think?” James gulps again. “Um…”

“Alright.” Steve squeezes his hand. “You feel sick and you can’t see. Am I right?”

James slowly nods.

“Give me those.” Steve points to James’s sunglasses, then winds up gently pulling them off the other man’s face when he’s too slow. “Now look at me.”

It’s as Steve suspected. His pupils are blown and not responsive to the change in light. The rain makes the afternoon dark and dingy, but there should be enough contrast from the shade of the dark glasses to make at least a little difference.

“And you’re seizing. Hold on just a little further, Buck,” Steve tells him. He can see an exit ahead of them now, one thankfully devoid of traffic cones and flaggers.

“Hm.” James blinks hard and tucks his chin as if suppressing a gag.

“Yeah, just a minute…” Steve carefully extricates his hand from James’s clammy grip and turns the steering wheel. There’s a McDonalds just off the road. Steve barely pauses at a stop sign and pulls into the parking lot.

“Alright.” Steve flings open his door and dashes around the car just as James pitches forward against his seatbelt and begins to vomit into the footwell. He swears under his breath, then yanks the passenger door open and helps James aim for the pavement. “Ok,” he whispers, squatting in front of him. “You’re ok.”

“I--” James sputters.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to talk.”

“No, I--” James retches again, then drops his forehead onto Steve’s shoulder. “Ow.”

“Head hurts?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Ok. Just breathe for me.” Steve wraps him in a loose embrace and pats him on the back.

James inhales, then pushes the air back out. He hiccups, then retracts his neck before he throws up again.

“Just breathe,” Steve encourages again. He tucks a lock of hair behind James’s ear, careful not to jostle the aid perched there. “Just get your breath back.”

“Ok…” James spits and wipes his mouth on his stump shoulder. “I’m… I…”

“Shh,” Steve says. “We’re not done with our game. I have a few more questions for you.”

“Hm.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“Uh…” James clears his throat and his whole body shakes. “Car?”

“Ok, good.” Steve presses his cheek to James’s temple. “Know what day it is?”

“I don’t…” James starts. “Tues… I mean… Wednes… Wednesday?”

“Alright. See, you’re with me.” Steve grins and kisses him on the hairline.

“Still… don’t feel good.” James bites back a dry heave.

“Let it out. It’s ok.”

He’s quietly sick again, though it’s just bile now. Mucous hangs from James’s nose and lips. Steve opens the glove box to find him a tissue.

“I…” James croaks. “Home. P-please?”

“Yeah, of course.” Steve reaches in his pocket for his phone. “Let me just cancel your appointment. Then we’ll go so you can have your migraine in peace.” It’s the sad truth to seizures like this. First absence. Then illness. Then pain.

“Sorry. R-really, I’m...” The words may be in the wrong order, but the sentiment is sincere.

“Don’t worry about it, Buck.” Steve gives him another soft peck, then scrolls through the massive list of doctors in his contacts. “Let me take care of this. Then I’ll get you home.”

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creepy-creepy-pasta · 5 years

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The End.

This is the end. There is a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Together, I’ll tell you the story of The Machine, and how the world will end.

It wasn’t easy getting over Griffin’s death, but I’ll spare you the details of my mourning and coping.

When Griff died, I had—I don’t know—an epiphany of sorts? An awakening? I realized—I’m only human. And so was he. But we were acting like we were Gods. We thought we had everything. We broke the laws that the universe had set, and we gave the middle finger to the cosmos.

“We are the outlaws of the universe, the writers of the rules, with no police in sight,” Griff used to say.

But we weren’t. We were two humans, mortal and easily-wounded. We would die-off eventually and be a useless sack of bone and flesh just like everyone else. We just found a little loophole in the universe—something that God forgot to patch up. But with The Machine came power, there was no denying that. I was human, yes, but I wielded a weapon no one else had. It would be like bringing a nuclear bomb to a sword fight. That’s what I thought. A weapon no one else had. A tool that no one else had.

In those couple months that passed after his death, I thought of destroying The Machine. But of course, I didn’t. I didn’t want to go back to my old life. I didn’t want to work all day. I wanted to have a good time, and I wanted to change the world.

I didn’t have a “good time” though. I was an absolute shut-in. I worked day and night for months on the solution. Let me tell you how I was going to try to help humanity. Here’s what I programmed in to The Machine (roughly, in layman’s terms):

Copy Earth into the machine.

Remove Human Beings, animals, and any sentient life.

Remove atmospheric pollution from copy.

Remove man-made everything from the copy—infrastructure, roads, waste, etc.

Replace man-made infrastructure with roughly the same terrain from surrounding environment.

Copy Earth in to The Machine.

Remove human beings, animals, and any sentient life from copy.

Remove atmospheric pollution from copy.

Remove man-made everything from the copy—infrastructure, roads, waste, etc.

Replace man-made infrastructure with roughly the same terrain from surrounding environment.

Copy Earth in to The Machine.

Remove human beings, animals, and any sentient life from copy.

Remove atmospheric pollution from copy.

Remove man-made everything from the copy—infrastructure, roads, waste, etc.

Replace man-made infrastructure with roughly the same terrain from surrounding environment.

I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but it took a long, long time to get that all programmed correctly.

And I know, there are some issues with this, but compared to other solutions I had thought of, the drawbacks were minimal. My plan was to place this edited copy of Earth on the other side of the Sun. Do you get it? There’d be a second Earth, the same distance from the sun, but on the other side of it, revolving around the same direction and speed that Earth is. Then, after I would place it there, scientists would find out quickly of its existence, and we could travel to it and start anew.

A whole new, clean planet for mankind. It was a temporary solution, but nonetheless, a solution—a step in the right direction. I was about two days out from executing the commands and placing “New Earth” in to existence.

Unfortunately, something happened before I could do that.

I was sitting on my bed, staring at The Machines, just thinking. I can’t remember what about, exactly. But all of a sudden, one of them disappeared. It happened right in front of my eyes. Deleted. Erased. Vanished. Or taken, I wondered for a split-second.

But it wasn’t just gone, in its place, a note laid on the ground.

I walked over to it. It was a single sheet of yellow paper torn off a legal pad. It had coordinates written on them, and then beneath, it said: Let’s talk here.

Dread flowed through my veins and filled my brain, but I managed to stay calm. I googled the coordinates, making sure I wasn’t about to transport myself to the middle of the ocean, or some volcano. I wasn’t. The coordinates were set for somewhere in Utah, USA. There was nothing around for miles. I guess that was the safest place to talk.

Like when Griffin told me about The Machine in the mountains, I recalled.

I put the coordinates in The Machine, and set it for me (and The Machine, so I had a way to get back) to be transported there. I hit enter.

And just like that, faster than I could blink, I was standing in a corn field in the middle of Utah. The Machine laid next to me on the dirt.

I heard the corn stalks jostle around in front of me—and emerging from the noise was a figure, slowly approaching. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and cowboy boots. His hair was white and matched the scruff on his face.

“Hello,” he said in a deep, flat voice.

“Hi,” I said, simply.

We stood unmoving, just staring at each other. Sizing each other up, maybe?

“I assume you know why I asked you to come here.”

“The Machine.”

“Yes, if that’s what you want to call it.”

“You have one too, huh?”

He laughed at this. He laughed for a long time. “No boy, no. My Machine is right up here.” He tapped his finger on his forehead.

“How—” but before I could finish, he took the same finger from his head and pointed it at The Machine lying next to me. It disappeared immediately.

“You see?” he said, “I don’t need a hunk of metal like you do.”

I was dumbfounded. “What are you?”

He walked a little closer to me. “If you’re religious you’d call me God, or perhaps the Devil.”

“And what would you call yourself?”

“Hm, maybe a little bit of both? There’s no use for names where I come from.”

“And where is that? Where do you come from?”

“Utah.” He said that with a straight face. I furrowed my brow. It was silent. Then he busted out laughing again, harder this time. “Oh, man, oh! I almost had you, didn’t I? Utah! Ha! Me! From Utah!” He kept laughing.

“What is wrong with you! What do you want?”

He calmed down some. “I wanted to let you know that it’s over. This whole universe thing.”

“Wh—what? What do you mean?”

“Well the whole reason your machine-thingy works at all is because this universe is broken. I’m going to start all over.”

“Start over?”

“Yes. Start over. Delete and then ‘let there be light’ again and all that jazz.”

“So, you created all this? You really are, like, a God?”

He shrugged. “I created it, yes.”

“Why not just fix this one? You don’t have to delete a whole universe because one guy figured out a mistake in it.”

“Maybe I’d fix it if this happened earlier. Like, in the 1200’s or so, I would’ve fixed it. All the good stuff came after that, the things I didn’t wanna miss—Black Plague, slavery, the most exciting wars, genocide, etc. etc.”

“What! The good stuff? What the hell are you talking about?!”

“Oh, don’t act so surprised. You think I created an entire universe so I could watch people hold hands and sing happy songs? No, no. That’s no fun. You know what is fun? Huh? Do you wanna know what IS FUN?”

His voice was growing maniacal, more wicked-sounding. I didn’t answer. I knew he would continue anyway.

He smiled wide. “What’s fun is watching your stupid little monkey brains develop over hundreds of thousands of years. One day, one of you rubs two sticks together and creates fire. You ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ over the pretty bright lights, but then you discover it’s hot so ‘ouch!’ don’t touch! And then you beat all odds against you and somehow start communicating and developing language. Building relationships. Trust. Then your stupid little monkey brains stumble upon the idea of putting food in the ground to grow. Farming! Ding! Ding! Ding! And you build little cities around those farms. You start marking whose property is whose. You begin to trade with other little stupid monkey brain communities. You do this for a long time and some battles take place, but then real civilization comes next. Rome is built! Education is more wide spread, and your stupid little monkey brains are getting smarter. Empires rise and fall. Countries are resurrected and borders are drawn. Wars are fought. Your brains are now smart, you think. You build transportation—boats turn into trains, and trains turn into cars, and cars turn in to planes. Your first weapons were sticks and fire—now you have weapons so powerful everyone is too scared to use them. But what never stops is the fighting, oh, how great it is to watch. You fight over invisible lines you call borders, skin color and birth location, and whose God is the right one. That’s my favorite. A fight as old as humans—which God is the real one—all the while, I sit there and laugh at you all. Me! I laugh. I’m your master. I’m your God. I’m your devil.”

I stood frozen, hesitant to move or talk—unsure if I even could.

“You see, now?” He said. “All the fun stuff is in the past now, the credits are about to roll. The climax is over and done with. In a decade or two this world will have ended by nuclear bombs and the nuclear winter that follows. Or a little later down the line the pollution would be so bad you'd suffocate yourselves. That’s not fun to watch. That’s boring. You see now, yes? I don’t care to stick around for that. That’s watching the credits roll. The show is over.”

I still hadn’t moved but gained some composure. I tried to ignore everything he'd said, but I still asked, “Is it just us... in this universe? Is there not life anywhere else? No other planet to keep you entertained?”

He crossed his arms. “Think of Earth as a nutrient. You eat dinner. You absorb the nutrient. You shit out everything else the next day.”

“…Okay?”

“You see, Earth is that tiny bit of nutrients that’s important. The rest…” he gestured towards the sky, “…is waste. Cosmic waste—just a by-product of creating this planet. 'Earth' is the only thing that matters.”

I'd never felt so small in my entire life until he spoke those words. All that space in the universe, with nothing inhabiting it. It's just us, all alone on a floating rock. I was stunned, angry, and upset. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because deleting an entire universe takes time. It’s fragile. Very fragile. I can’t have things being created, destroyed, or moving during the process.”

“Yeah? Well what if I go home and build another Machine? I could delete you!”

He laughed again, only slightly. “You think you could do that? Sure, this form I take now is made of atoms and molecules, but I am not. I’m something your simple brain can’t even fathom. I exist beyond this universe. You can’t destroy me even if you tried.”

I felt like I was about to cry. “Why can’t you just leave this universe alone?”

“There’s only room for one at a time. Don’t take it personally, kid. You’ll still be around for a couple months, maybe a year. Try to enjoy it. Like I said, it takes time.”

I had nothing else to say, and for the first time, neither did he.

He simply pointed at me, and all at once, I was back in my bedroom. Alone.

All alone.

I sat still for a couple of hours, hoping it was all a fever dream of sorts, but I knew it wasn't.

Now, I tell you all this only to say: do not blame me. Do not shoot the messenger. Without Griffin's discovery of The Machine, we wouldn't even have any warning at all.

So, spend time with your loved ones, do what makes you happy, be good to others, and live a good life—while you can.

There’s nothing we can do.

It won’t be too long until we're gone.

A secret between you, me, and God.

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peachyhyvck · 7 years

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when things go bump in the night

summary: in which you have a late night run in with a seemingly vicious vampire, only to find out he’s not as intimidating as you first made him out to be.

characters: shin hoseok x female!reader

genre: vampire au, suggestive shit

warnings: very faint mentions of blood, choking, suggestive shit

author’s note: this is my first paranormal au scenario!!! if i’m being honest, i love love love reading these.... so expect more in the future, maybe?? idk, depending on how this one goes, I guess,,,

You step out of the little bakery and into the frigid fall air, immediately grabbing your bare arms while simultaneously cursing at yourself for not thinking to bring any sort of protection from the bone-chilling, autumn nights. You cautiously survey the area; taking in your surroundings before turning back toward the door. You manage to lock it, despite your trembling hands, and turn around, making your way down the sidewalk. You take an exceptionally deep breath before exhaling, examining the visible puff of air in front of you, not looking forward to the mile long hike back to your house.

The minuscule town you called home was already vacant during the day time, but at night it was like that of a ghost town; not a soul in sight. Hardly anything in sight for that matter, due to the thick pool of fog that resides throughout the barren streets. It was like something straight out of a horror movie. That in itself was just one of the many, many reasons you hated being out at that time of night.

You’ve told your boss time and time again that you really don’t like the night shift, but does that stop him from assigning you to said shifts? Of course not. Because the grumpy asshole loves to torment people in any way possible! And it’s not like you voiced your concern with no backing... He just doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care that you don't have a car, and that the buses don’t run that late, leaving you with no choice but to walk home. He doesn’t care that you’re extremely uncomfortable, and absolutely terrified, to make that journey home by yourself. For all he cares, you could be kidnapped, assaulted, or even brutally murdered, and the old man wouldn't even bat an eye.

About a quarter of the way into your walk, something akin to uneasiness began to overwhelm you. The only way to describe it was a mixture of both fear and the feeling that you’re not alone wrapped into one, and it made your skin crawl. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you reassure yourself that its nothing, in hopes to ease your jittery conscience.

As if right on cue, you’re startled by the faint sound of footsteps coming from behind you. At first, you thought it was the sound of your own feet bouncing off the pavement. But as you pay closer attention, and really focus in on the suspicious noise, you come to realize that the sound you’re hearing isn’t quite in sync with your footsteps...

Stop, calm down! It’s just another random person making their way home after a late night at work - just like you! You’re blowing this way out of proportion, Y/N. YOU’RE. FINE.

In an attempt to validate your thoughts, you stop dead in your tracks, patiently waiting for said stranger to leisurely stroll past you; putting an end to your mental suffering. Unfortunately for you, the other set of footsteps come to a halt, prompting your breath to hitch in your throat. All reassuring thoughts are ceased as hyperawareness and panic are quick to take its place. You let out a shaky sigh as you muster up all the minimal courage you have left. Glacially slow, you peak over your right shoulder, aiming to shed light on the unknown.

Your body goes numb as you spot the silhouette of a man about a block behind you. It wouldn't have been as startling, had the man not been standing as still as a statue in the middle of the sidewalk, just staring at you. You shake your head, convinced that what you’re seeing isn’t really there, and it’s just your mind playing cruel tricks on you. That is, until he slowly cocks his head to the side, sending a rush of fear and trepidation coursing through your veins.

You turn back around and continue walking, trying your best to act like nothings wrong, and you aren’t shaking in absolute terror. But to your immense displeasure, you can't for the life of you steady your breathing, and your heart is beating so hard you think for sure its about to burst right through your chest.

And just when you think you can’t possibly get any more scared than you already are, the pace of the stranger’s footsteps picks up at an alarming speed. His footsteps are so fast, it sounds like he broke into a dead sprint, but they’re still much too light to compare to the heavy thuds of those made while running. And then, they stop altogether.

No decelerating.

No skidding.

Nothing at all.

How can you go from full on sprinting to nothing that quickly?

You whip your head around in sheer bemusement, only to find nothing. He’s nowhere to be seen. Your eyebrows unintentionally knit in utter confusion as you try to sort through all the rational possibilities, ultimately coming up with none.

You gradually resume walking forward, still looking behind you for any sign of the mystery man. You shake your head in bewilderment as you turn to face forward again. As soon as your head swings back around, you’re met face-to-face - well, more like face-to-chest - with who you assume to be the man following you not two minutes ago.

An unexpected shriek crawls its way up your throat as you jump back, falling on the cold, hard concrete beneath you; not having expected him to be right in front of you. You bite your tongue, forcing yourself not to ask him how the hell he managed to do that, reckoning that that’s probably the least of your worries, given the sly smirk etched on his face.

He steadily kneels down in front of you, reaching his arm out for you to take hold of. His current position allows the nearby streetlight to shine directly on him, giving you the perfect opportunity to thoroughly examine the man before you.

His bleach blond hair was styled in such a way that revealed his milky-white, porcelain skin. His plump, rosy lips held a very sly smirk, almost as if he knows something you don’t. His brown beady eyes stared right through you with such a harsh intensity, it left you wanting the ground to swallow you whole.

Finally making eye contact with him, he raises an eyebrow and shakes his extended arm. Realizing he has been offering to help you up, and probably watched you stare at him in grave concentration for god knows how long causes the blood to rush to your cheeks in absolute humiliation.

You acquiesce at the kind gesture, but quickly retract your hand as soon as you’re able to stand on your own. Now that the two of you are standing upright, you’re able to take in the rest of his appearance.

He dons a silky, navy blue button up shirt that accentuated his toned arms in a mouthwatering way. Not to mention his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, blessing the world with his veiny forearms on full display. His shirt is neatly tucked into a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans that hug his thick thighs deliciously. And finally, he sports a pair of black boots, a black choker, and a few silver rings on various fingers to finish off the jaw-dropping look.

Looking back up, you find this alluring stranger staring at you in an ever so daunting way. Still desperately trying to play it cool, you fake a giggle before nervously muttering, “M-my goodness, you s-scared me!” with a forced smile, and a hand on your pounding heart.

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” he retorts with a small chuckle and another heart fluttering grin, “I like to frighten my prey; play with them a little, ya know?” he shrugs casually, as if he hadn't just called you his “prey.”

You feel as though all the life has just been drained from your body. Your stomach drops as soon as his words sink in, and you grip your purse closer to your body as you slowly take a half step back before repeating the word, “p-prey...?” more to yourself, rather than him; almost as if you were trying, and failing, to fully comprehend what he had just told you.

He lets out another chuckle, almost as if he finds your petrified reaction to be somewhat amusing. Suddenly, his previous chocolate brown orbs fade away, only to be replaced with a potent, saturated shade of crimson red. The new level of intensity in his piercing gaze made for an even more drastic change in mood, compared to the already tense situation.

Your breath catches in your throat as you maintain eye contact with him, almost like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t force yourself to look away. He shoots you another breathtaking grin as he cocks his head to the side once more, just as he had done earlier. Only this time, it was even more intimidating.

Being in such a close proximity with him, whatever he is, made it clear to see the way he talked, the way he looked, even the way he carried himself, oozed with pure menace; and it was absolutely horrifying. Though your eyes are currently stuck in a very much unwanted stare down, your hand subtly rummages through your purse, until your fingers brush against the tiny keychain bottle of pepper spray your father had given you “in case of an emergency.” With a vast sense of foreboding, you slide the safety lock off; opening the spray. Your finger trembles as it rests on top of the nozzle, ready to fire if need be.

“Yes, baby. Prey. Although I must admit, I've never come across someone as stunningly beautiful as yourself. I mean its kind of a shame, isn’t it?” he asks in quite possibly the most condescending tone you’d ever heard.

He continued to torment you as he begins to leisurely walk around you in a calculating manner, like a predator circling in on its kill. By this point your entire body was visibly shaking, and every little move he made had you ready to jump right out of your shoes.

“I would love to spare you, I truly would...” he pauses, turning to face you as he seductively licks his bottom lip. “But I can hear the blood gushing through your veins and, if I'm being quite honest, princess, I don't think I can control myself.”

With those last few words he rolls his head back, silently moaning in the process, before turning to look at you once more; only this time, a pair of extremely sharp fangs protruded from his mouth. Before he got the chance to so much as try anything on you, you mercilessly sprayed him in the face with your pepper spray, booking it in the opposite direction.

Through the sound of your heart thumping in your ears, you could hear him emit a disgruntled growl in what you assume to be rage. You knew the pepper spray wouldn’t hurt him; you just needed to buy some time to come up with a plan.

Before you can even go over the limited options you have, an arm wraps around your torso with such a tight grip you were sure one of your ribs was bound to snap. The other presses itself against your mouth, muffling your desperate cries for help.

Within the blink of an eye, your back is slammed against a coarse brick wall, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and wince in pain. It’s only when you feel heavy puffs of air fan across your face that you open your eyes. Your body goes numb for the nth time that night as you’re standing face to face with, what you presume to be, your cause of death.

Enraged red orbs stare back at you with a vengeance as one of his hands wraps itself around your throat, the other taking hold of both of your hands as he pins them above your head. His face is so close to yours that his nose is faintly brushing against your cheek.

“The wasn't very nice of you, now was it, babygirl?” he hisses at you through gritted teeth, the calmness of tone in his voice throwing you for a loop.

“You didn’t really leave me much of an option, now, did you?” you spit back the snide remark, hoping a sense of confidence and uncooperative behavior will dissatisfy him enough to let you go.

Before you know it, his hand is squeezing down on your trachea, quickly limiting your air supply. The powerful exertion causing your vision to blur, your head to spin, and a tingling sensation to ricochet through every crevice of your body.

“Ya know, you're awfully cocky for someone who’s in your position, babe,” he hums as he gleefully watches you struggle to breathe.

“It’d be all too easy for me to just push a little, bit, harder,” he emphasizes the last three words as he constricts your fragile throat a little bit more. “and render you unconscious,” he blithely remarks, managing to blacken your vision completely. You let out one last pitiful cough, shuddering as the feeling of unconsciousness slowly takes over your weakened body.

“So if I were you,” you barely decipher through the ringing in your ears, as he completely lets go of your neck; prompting a gigantic gasp of air from you in order to replenish your burning lungs with some much needed oxygen. “I’d watch that little mouth of yours, sweetheart,” he croons with a scowl.

You slowly drop your head in defeat, gulping, only to wince at the tenderness of your throat. Placing a hand under your chin, he lifts your head up to look at him before tauntingly leaning in, ghosting his breath over the smooth skin of your neck.

“What happened to all that arrogance you feigned earlier, babe?” he questions in a low tone, sending a chill down your spine.

“You damn near choked me to death, that’s what happened,” you interject, rolling your eyes at the stupidly obvious question.

He leans back to look at you, flashing you his trademark smirk, before letting out a low chuckle and shaking his head. “You just don't learn, do you, princess?” he questions in a chilling voice.

Before you get the chance to ask him what it is he means by that, his hand is tilting your head to the side, exposing your delicate neck. Both of his razor sharp fangs graze the skin, cutting it just enough to draw blood. You let out an ear piercing shriek as you felt the blood trickle down your neck from the tear in your skin. Placing his fangs directly over the fresh wound, he grazes your skin again, this time with a little more force, deepening the already painful slash. To make matters worse, he did so in a maddeningly slow manner, prolonging the already unbearable torture. The excruciatingly sharp sting radiates all over your body as your adrenaline kicks into overdrive.

You flail your body as harshly as you can, given his steel tight grip on you, as you try to pull your neck away from the monster before he can get a chance to actually sink his fangs into you. The mere thought prompting you to fight back even harder than you had been.

Much to your dismay, the man attacking you shoves two of his fingers down your throat, preventing you from crying out for help. You feel him lick a long stripe before attaching his lips onto your neck and sucking harshly.

There would’ve been an, albeit odd, but satisfying aspect to it, had you not been able to literally feel the blood being sucked out of you. You begin to feel lightheaded as you hear the sick bastard moan in delight. If you’re gonna die tonight, might as well die fighting, right?

With that in mind, you bite down on his fingers. HARD. As he leans back from your neck, hissing in pain, you bring your knee up, aiming directly between his legs. All would have gone wonderfully, had he not grabbed hold of your leg before you got the chance to carryout your attack.

He grunted as he repositioned your body. Taking your hands in each of his hands, he pins them above you like before, but this time, his body is pressed flush against yours; trapping you between him and the cold, hard, brick wall, that’s already left a plethora of scratches across your back.

But the jagged bricks against your back wasn't the only thing you could feel.

“Mmm damn, princess. You put up one hell of a fight, I'll give you that. And I must say, it’s really turning me on,” he moans while grinding against you, giving you a better feel of the little problem in his pants.

[Correction: big problem; not little. Definitely not little...]

You gasp at the precise movements of his hips, rubbing right over your throbbing core. Wait, throbbing? When the hell did you get aroused? This is the same man that nearly killed you not 5 minutes ago! The lack of oxygen to your brain must really be getting to you because last time you checked, “fear for your life” wasn't considered to be a turn on for you...

“Glad to know the feeling is mutual,” he stated, grinding into with more force.

You threw your head back against the wall and closed your eyes, suddenly not caring about the circumstances. Again, if you’re gonna die, why not get the most out of it, yeah?

The man, whose name you still weren’t sure of, dipped down into the crook of your neck. You tensed up and squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the agonizing bite.

“Relax, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he muttered into your neck, licking another stripe from your collarbone to your jaw. Yet, you remained skeptical of him, not allowing yourself to fully relax as flashbacks of being choked raced through your head.

It wasn't until he lightly bit down on your neck, sucking on the tender skin in the midst of forming a hickey that you realized his fangs were no longer out. You let out something that resembled both a sigh of relief and a moan, tilting your head to allow him more access. He laughed against your skin, coming back up to look at you, face-to-face.

“I told you, babygirl. See?” he reassures you as he flashes you his fang-free set of pearly whites, “I’m not going to hurt you,” he mumbles before clashing his lips against yours.

For the first time since the two of you entered that alleyway, he released you hands from above your head, allowing you to relax your aching muscles. Instead, one hand found purchase on your lower back, the other groping your ass, while you intertwined your finger through his blond locks. Your tongues battle for dominance, which you submissively let him have; remembering what happened when you had challenged him earlier, not risking it despite the extreme change of mood between the two of you.

Feeling bold, you reach down to palm his rock hard erection through his jeans, earning a sinful moan from his parted lips. You take that opportunity to bite down on his lower, lightly tugging before releasing it and biting your own lip.

“Jesus Christ, you’re driving me insane, princess,” he growls in your ear, but this one, unlike the rest, was a growl of sheer desire.

The hand on your back snakes it’s way down to your ass, joining his other hand as he gives your butt a rough squeeze, earning a gasp of pure delight from you. He gives your ass two pats before muttering, “jump.” Following his instructions, you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, feet hooking onto each other to ensure you won't fall. He traps you against the wall once more, and begins to grind his erection onto your clothed core, eliciting a moan from your mouth, only to be swallowed by his.

His lips continue to dance against yours, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as you gently tug on his hair, desperate to hear another one of his heavenly moans. To your delight, he breaks the heated kiss to throw his back and groan in pleasure. He reconnects his lips to your jaw as he slowly kisses his way underneath your ear. He quickly finds your sweet spot, eliciting several whimpers from your parted lips as he bites down, sucking with more force. You can feel the hickey start to blossom as your skin grows more and more tender with every suck.

Pulling him back to up, you lean in to mold your lips onto his once more, but he sets you back down before you get the chance to. His arms remain wrapped around your small frame, yours still in his hair, as the both of you stare at each other panting; trying to catch your breath from the heated makeout session you just engaged in.

“As much as I would absolutely love to take this further, you’ve gotta get home sweetheart. Your family is gonna start to worry,” he retorts, petting down your disheveled tresses.

You nod, knowing he’s right. This strange sense of despair washes over you at the thought of leaving, and potentially never seeing again, the man you just met not even 30 minutes ago. The same man that planned to suck all the blood out of your body. The same man that nearly choked you to death. The same man that tried to kill you. It all sounded so crazy in your head, but feelings are feelings, right?

“I could walk you the rest of the way home, if you’d like?” he offered, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of you.

“How did you...?” you question, shooting him a puzzled look.

He laughed, and for the first time since you met, you saw him genuinely smile. Not the signature smirk he’s worn all throughout the night, but an actual smile. It makes your heart flutter as you start to wonder how someone that cute could turn out to be so deadly? He looks like the most innocent of human beings when he flashes that enchanting, toothy smile.

“Out of everything that’s taken place tonight, you're wondering how I read your mind?” he asks in a teasing fashion, flashing you another one of his precious smiles.

“Touché...” you quipped, unable to hold back the smile that forces it’s way onto your face.

You grab your things as the two of you head for the street, continuing in the direction you were previously traveling before being so rudely interrupted.

“By the way, I'm not cute...” he winks at you as you throw your head back in laughter. Of course he heard you say that.

After half an hour of playful banter, and getting to know each other, you’re finally turning onto your street, finding yourself not wanting the journey to come to an end for the very first time.

Finally standing in front of your house, you turn to the man you now know as Wonho, and look up into his now chocolatey brown orbs. “Well, it was really nice getting to know you...” you trailed off, dreading the inevitable goodbye.

“Hey, why do you look so sad? This isn't the last time you’re gonna see me babydoll,” he consoles you while pushing a stray chunk of hair out of your face.

“REALLY?,” you rejoiced loudly, before hurriedly correcting yourself, “uhm, I mean, really?” you ask again in a happy, but less enthusiastic tone; trying to cover up your initial embarrassing reaction to his previous statement.

“Really. And that’s a promise,” he giggles at your adorable response.

The two of you gazed upon each others faces as a comfortable silence surrounds you. After a while, your face flushed with fervor as you broke eye contact, looking down while a rosy blush made it’s way onto your cheeks.

“Oh, uhm, I'm real sorry about your neck...” he awkwardly apologized while scratching the nape of his own, looking almost, ashamed? He lives to do this kind of thing, so why on earth would he feel guilty? “My saliva closes the wounds, so the cuts won't be too bad, but I can't really help you on the bruising...” he trails off as he looks down.

You weren't sure what he meant by that until you brought your hand up to your neck and lightly brushed your fingertips over the skin, immediately wincing. It dawned on you that the bruises were from when he nearly choked the life out of you earlier in the alleyway. Oddly enough, you weren’t that upset about it? Sure, it was gonna hurt for a little while, not to mention the inconvenience of having to cover the array of giant purple, green and yellow bruises, but that was before you and Wonho had shared a little moment of intimacy and gotten to know each other over the course of your 30 minute walk home.

“Hey,” you cooed, hooking your hand under his chin, just as he had done earlier, in order to get him to look at you, “It’s okay, I’m not mad. Let’s just call it payback for me spraying you in the face with pepper spray, nearly biting your fingers off, AND trying to kick you in the balls!” you joked, earning the melodious giggle you were hoping for from him.

After the laughter died down, he looked back into your eyes as a mischievous smirk registered itself on his face, “What?” you asked flashing him an equally playful smirk.

He took a few steps forward before sweeping you into his arms, hand residing on your ass as he whispered in your ear, “I hope you know I plan on finishing what you started in that alleyway,” a suggestive ring in his tone.

“What I started?” you asked, jokingly shocked at his accusations, “I think we both know that was you who got things goin’,” you deadpanned.

“Say what you want, but just know you’re really in for it when I get my hands on you,” he smirks, giving your ass a light slap.

Biting your lip, you look up at him with doe eyes, feigning innocence as you ask, “What ever did I do?” while placing a hand on your chest for dramatic effect.

“Maybe a bit of a punishment will help jog your memory, yeah?” he taunts, before pressing his lips against yours in one last heated kiss.

You moan into the kiss, causing him to pull back as he whispers, “I’ll take that as a yes,” against your lips.

With that, you lets go of you and turns around, heading back in the direction you two came. He then turns around, walking backward as he shouts his goodbye to you.

“Goodnight, princess. Get some rest, and maybe I'll stop by tomorrow,” he proclaims with a wink.

“Will do, handsome. Hey, thanks for not killing me tonight,” you shout back, returning the wink.

“Anytime, babygirl,” he chuckles before turning back around and disappearing into the foggy, autumn air.

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Albums Of 2019

Here we go again. Another pretty strong year. Full disclosure I haven’t had as much time to listen to these albums this year as usual so my mind may be changed (possibly immediately) but here’s my list as it stands at the mo.

Before that though... an honourable mention of an album which I decided wasn’t eligible for the list because technically it’s a soundtrack album, even though it sounds like a new album from the band, and a strong addition to their discography....

Biffy Clyro “Balance, Not Symmetry”

And now the bonus 30 albums that didn’t quite make the top 50 but couldn’t go unmentioned.

Lindsay Schoolcraft / Sigrid / Talla 2XLC / Ladytron / The Anix / While She Sleeps / Calva Louise / HANA / Ivy Crown / Lacuna Coil / Hante. / Puppy / Stanton Warriors / Moonlight Haze / Perfect Son

Idiot Pilot / Port Noir / Above & Beyond / Eat Your Heart Out / Potty Mouth / Lupa J / Papa Roach / Starkill / IAMWARFACE / The Anix / MC Lars & Mega Ran / Snow Ghosts / J Majik / Estiva / GIRLI

And now the big five-oh

50.

Dinosaur Pile-Up “Celebrity Mansions”

Dinosaur Pile-Up have been gaining praise for their 4th album, and it’s not hard to see why. Spikey, catchy rock and punk, about touring the USA, some sounding like Foo Fighters’ heavier moments. Fun stuff.

49. Foals “Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost Part 1″

The experimental indie band released 2 albums in 2019, both parts of the same project, and though Part 2 certainly has merit, and a few cracking tracks, Part 1 is the more consistent, full of varied and surprising music.

48. Forever Still “Breathe In Colours”

The Danish hard rockers fronted by Maja Shining, deliver their 2nd album of aggressive, melodic rock and alternative metal.

https://foreverstill.bandcamp.com/album/breathe-in-colours

47. Cold Kingdom “Into The Black Sky”

Debut album from the Minneapolis hard rockers, their first release with new singer Elissa Pearson.

https://coldkingdom.bandcamp.com/album/into-the-black-sky

46. Hatchie “Keepsake”

Aussie Hatchie brings us her debut album of shoegaze-y, shimmery, dreamy, electronic indie-pop. One to float away with.

https://hatchie.bandcamp.com/album/keepsake

45. UNKLE “The Road Part II / Lost Highway”

A serious case of double album syndrome with this one. Disc 1, aside from a weak cover of a terrible song as its last track, is absolutely amazing, and if it was released like that it would be top 10 for sure. But the whole thing has to be considered and disc 2, though far from bad, is just a bit dull, especially comparatively.

44. Doll Skin “Love Is Dead And We Killed Her”

The ladies from Phoenix are back with their new album, once again a great collection of catchy, upbeat, alternative rock and punk.

43.

Only Shadows “Brothers”

Epic, catchy indie rock. They are very American sounding but they come from Nuneaton. Good stuff though.

42. Driftmoon “Remember The Night”

Though it is a live recording of a DJ set, Driftmoon insists that this is his third artist album. Fair enough - it is all his music, though there are many collabs and his remix of John O’Callaghan & Audrey Gallagher’s classic “Big Sky”, but aside from an instrumental version of a track that featured on his last album “Invictus” it’s all previously unreleased. He wanted to switch it up and make the ‘live performance’ the first way these tracks were heard. And like many a DJ set, more often than an album, the biggest and best tracks are in the last third of the album, and there are some mammoth tunes here.

41.

The High Priest “Dream American”

Formerly of excellent bands Diphonia, Global Police Force and Dark Science, The High Priest continues his solo journey with his new album. And it’s a good ‘un. His website describes it best - “Dark brooding sonic rock music and atmospheric soundscapes”. Class.

40. Feeder “Tallulah”

Feeder’s tenth album continues their run of quality records. It’s no wild departure, but you’ll like it if you’re a fan. “Fear Of Flying” stands up against many of their classic tunes.

39. Furious Monkey House “Love, Scum & Dust”

Spanish indie-rock young-uns Furious Monkey House release their 2nd album. And it’s an excellent collection of catchy upbeat tunes, mostly in English but with some native Spanish in there too. Great stuff.

38. Nemesea “White Flag”

5th album from the Dutch band. They’ve moved through symphonic metal and gothic rock in their career, and this album includes a handful of the best songs they’ve ever done.

https://nemesea.bandcamp.com/album/white-flag

37. Fever 333 “Strength In Numb333rs”

Agressive rap-metal, with massive riffs and huge melodic choruses. Touches of electronics and Trap are dotted throughout. Sounds like the middle ground between Rage Against The Machine and early Linkin Park.

36.

The Dark Element “Songs The Night Sings”

Former Nightwish vocalist Anette Olzon and her Dark Element partner Jani Liimatainen deliver their second album, and it’s another quality, catchy collection of symphonic metal tunes.

35. New Years Day “Unbreakable”

Huge, jittery riffage, paired with pop style songwriting and melodies, with powerful vocals. Reminiscent of “Blood” era In This Moment, but less sleazy.

34. Blood Red Shoes “Get Tragic”

Blood Red Shoes bring a new sound with their 5th album. More electronic, almost synth-pop, but still with a rock band at the core. Some of their most original and catchy tunes yet are included here.

33. Maraton “Meta”

The Bandcamp page describes this album perfectly - “MARATON pushes the boundaries between pop music and progressive rock, mixing machine like drums and roaring bass groundwork with shimmering guitars, ethereal keys and sacral vocal performance. The band has sought to create a style of music which combines the rhythmic heaviness from bands such as Mars Volta with the pop aesthetics of Muse.” Check them out.

https://maratonofnorway.bandcamp.com/releases

32. Ankor “White Dragon”

Accessible metal with a prog sensibility, the melodies are catchy, but musically it will keep you guessing throughout.

31.

Liquid “Spacemonkey”

Old school hardcore rave stylings from scene legend Liquid on his 3rd artist album. A breakbeat bounty.

30. As December Falls “As December Falls”

Straight to the point, catchy pop-punk from this Nottingham four-piece on their debut album. Fans of early Paramore, early Tonight Alive or We Are The In Crowd etc would do well to check this lot out.

29. Blink-182 “Nine”

2016′s “California”, the first album to feature Alkaline Trio’s Matt Skiba replacing original member Tom DeLonge, was a huge return to form for the band, and “Nine” continues the revitalised Blink with another massive collection of pop-punk tunes. They broaden their sound palette here too with sampled drum loops and heavier riffs in places.

28. Rebecca Lou “Bleed”

There’s a shoegaze-esque vibe to the production on this collection of raw, catchy, rock ‘n’ roll tunes from Denmark, and it gives just the edge of uniqueness that makes this album special.

https://rebeccalou.bandcamp.com/album/bleed

27. Sleep Token “Sundowning”

On paper Sleep Token, a mysterious, masked unit of unnamed musicians, who worship an ancient deity called “Sleep”, would make you think they made incredibly sinister black or doom metal. But that isn’t the case. There is a metal heaviness and some mountainous riffs, but only in parts - often kicking in as songs build to their climax. For the most part though they are bewitching soundscapes, often minimal, with huge melodic vocals, and electronic touches. Worship.

26. Within Temptation “Resist”

Less orchestras, more electronic touches and more influence from other styles of modern music, but still unmistakably a Within Temptation album, “Resist” brings the band back from the brink after some serious writers’ block almost ended them. Bombastic and revitalised.

25. Solarstone “...--”

The final part of Solarstone’s “One” album trilogy is once again an epic journey through his ‘pure trance’ sound.

24. We Are The Catalyst “Ephemeral”

Third album from the alternative-metal Swedes, full of huge choruses. Fans of accessible metal with melodic female vocals should check this out.

https://watcofficial.bandcamp.com/album/ephemeral

23. Lamb “The Secret Of Letting Go”

Five years on from their last, Lamb unleash their 7th album. Ethereal, magical, and special, as they do so well.

22. Polynation “Igneous”

A cinematic, sweeping, atmospheric album, blending many facets of dance music, ambient, techno, IDM. A wordless, groove laden, goosebump inducing journey.

21. Grum “Deep State”

Grum’s much delayed second album finally lands on Anjunabeats. It’s a kinetic mix of sounds incorporating trance, progressive and deep house elements, and creates some huge anthems. In particular the incredible “Stay”.

20. False Advertising “Brainfreeze”

Mancunian grunge / noise-pop trio deliver a fizzing album of 90s influenced rock. Cracking, energetic tunes throughout.

https://falseadvertising.bandcamp.com/album/brainfreeze

19. Cold Blue “Winter”

Slowly but surely building his status and honing his craft over the last decade or so, and in recent years gaining a reputation as one of the best producers in the trance scene, German Tobias Schuh finally unleashes his debut album. It is an epic, progressive journey through uplifting trance, slowly building and revealing its treasures, avoiding being too formulaic and predictable. One to get lost in.

18. R+ “The Last Summer”

Rollo returns, with a little help from his sister Dido, and long time production partner and Faithless teammate Sister Bliss, giving us a blissful, Balearic sounding album. The whole thing sounds like a love letter to Ibiza. Lovely.

17. Pumarosa “Devastation”

Pumarosa deliver their moody second album. A bit more electronic (with elements of trip-hop and drum & bass seeping in), a bit darker, still brilliantly adventurous. A very exciting band.

16. Luttrell “Into Clouds”

I’ve been following Eric Luttrell’s superb, progressive blend of deep house and melodic techno for a couple of years, and now he unleashes his debut album. It doesn’t disappoint. Widescreen, beautiful, upbeat, catchy and excellently produced.

15. The Beautiful Monument “I’m The Reaper”

The Aussie quartet deliver their second impressive long player. Huge riffs, huge drums, huge melodies, in their blend of post-hardcore, pop-punk and metal.

https://tbmofficial.bandcamp.com/album/im-the-reaper

14. The Thrillseekers present Hydra “Altered State”

Despite releasing his first music in 1999, and releasing a steady stream of singles since, Steve Helstrip only delivered his debut album as The Thrillseekers in 2016. For this, his 2nd opus, he's decided to release under his Hydra alias. And what a beauty it is. Mostly instrumental, apart from a new reworking of The Thrillseekers classic "The Last Time" with vocals from Fisher, it is a masterclass in sublime, chilled, Balearic trance. Reminiscent of the first couple of Chicane albums, and makes you feel like you are blissed out on a beautiful, sunny beach.

https://thethrillseekers.bandcamp.com/album/altered-state

13. Jimmy Eat World “Surviving”

"Surviving" is Jimmy Eat World's 10th album. There are little touches of an expansion to their sound, but if you are familiar with their brand of American rock, then you'll know pretty much what to expect. This is undoubtedly a Jimmy Eat World album. It is, however, a very, very good one. One of the strongest they've ever done in my opinion, probably only with "Bleed American" as any kind of competition.

12. Age Of Rampage “Empire City”

Age Of Rampage deliver a plethora of breakbeat stompers on their debut album. Their love for acts like The Prodigy would be evident even without the first track sampling a Keith Flint interview, but the old school is delivered with relish here. If you love 90s breakbeat acts such as The Prodigy, The Chemical Brothers, The Crystal Method, Freestylers etc, this is a very worthy listen. Such a shame Russian breakbeat label Criminal Tribe don't do physical releases.

https://criminaltribeltd.bandcamp.com/album/age-of-rampage-empire-city-ctr035-18032019

11. Hands Off Gretel “I Want The World”

Hands Off Gretel are an effervescent blend of punk and grunge, led by the fierce Lauren Tate. A love of 90s rock is evident. "I Want The World", their 2nd album, is packed full of killer tunes.

10. Dido “Still On My Mind”

I’ve loved Dido’s voice since the early days of Faithless, so when she started releasing her own music I’ve always liked it to varying degrees (loved some of it, some of it a bit meh). This is her best album since “No Angel” in my opinion. It’s chilled, ethereal, and rather beautiful, and has been one of my most listened to albums in 2019. The title track is absolutely one of my favourite tracks of the year. I’m surprised it is top 10, but it had to be.

9. Wislov “Madness From Paradise”

Kniteforce Records and their sister labels have been a driving force in the old-school hardcore (or ‘rave’ as many early 90s compilations would call it) revival. Most of their releases are new music, just done in the old style, with fresh touches. Wislov is one of, if not the, greatest talent in this scene, and after a bunch of EPs and a slew of great tunes, this debut album is unleashed. And it’s a cracker. If you love that old-school sound you will find much to love here.

8. HÆLOS “Any Random Kindness”

Mesmerising, utterly beautiful, electronic tunes, with lush vocals. Picking up where their 2016 debut album “Full Circle” left off, but stepping up a notch. There is a heavy rave influence, but this is definitely made for the post-party, the comedown, the chill out time, the blissed out euphoria after the full on euphoria. Every time I hear this album I discover something new, and love it more. Wonderful.

7. Yonaka “Don’t Wait ‘Til Tomorrow”

Yonaka may veer to the poppier end of alternative-rock, but they know how to write a hell of a tune. Many of them in fact. 11 feature here on their debut album, released after a string of quality EPs and singles got them some exposure over the last couple of years. Hooks aplenty, huge choruses, riffs and electronics.

6. Anavae “45″

Fans of Anavae have been waiting a long time for this. The debut album many thought may never come. 8 years on from their debut single and 7 years after their debut EP “Into The Aether”, and following a bunch of EPs and singles in the interim, it is finally here. And I’m sure very few will be left disappointed. Rebecca Need-Menear and Jamie Finch deliver a typically varied alternative-rock album, veering at times into poppier territory, and others into moody trip-hop-esque tracks. Other times they stick to simple, yet epic, rock tunes like on the massive “High”. If you don’t know this band, check them out.

5. Dream State “Primrose Path”

Dream State progress in sound and technical ability with each release. From 2015′s debut EP “Consequences”, through last year’s excellent “Recovery” EP to this, their debut album. And it’s a pretty epic affair. Chunky riffs, pounding drumming, powerful vocals (both in aggressive and melodic turns from CJ Gilpin) with a massive, widescreen feel to the production. The Welsh 4-piece are often classed as post-hardcore, but that is far too limiting a description for a band with such obvious ambition. Class.

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4. Machineheart “People Change”

Lush, shimmery, ethereal alt pop from this L.A. quartet fronted by the fabulous vocals of Stevie Scott. A cracking album from start to finish but a particular mention goes to upbeat (almost breakbeat styled) track "Overgrown" which is one of the best tracks I've heard all year. If you like bands like London Grammar or HÆLOS, give this album a spin.

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3. Black Futures “Never Not Nothing”

Black Futures are a genre meshing riot. They've been called "Anarchic Electro Psych Punk Noise", "industrial noise-punk" and label themselves as "Future Punk". They have the sensibilities of a punk band and a dance band simultaneously. There's Bobby Gillespie from Primal Scream guesting, as is rapper P.O.S. More than once have they been described as a mix of Death From Above 1979 & The Chemical Brothers. It's a future party, a post-apocalyptic riot. Give it a listen.

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2. Dallas Kalevala “Dallas Kalevala”

Dallas Kalevala hail from Finland and have been called fierce subarctic pop music. Whether they called themselves this I'm not sure. What it sounds like to me is a brilliant, varied pop album, slightly camp, with fantastic electronic production and some full on pounding dance beats. 9 brilliantly written tracks, that all sound different, but somehow sound like they come from the same band and belong together. There is a feeling Dallas Kalevala would be somewhat polarising. There's no way they'll be everyone's cup of tea (which suggests they are doing something right), but those that get them will love them a whole lot.

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1. The Chemical Brothers “No Geography”

To make their 9th album The Chemical Brothers returned to the equipment they used to make their first two albums. And though "No Geography" doesn't sound like "Exit Planet Dust" or "Dig Your Own Hole", it feels like them. Consequently it is arguably their best album since them, but it is definitely their best since 2002's "Come With Us". It feels a bit old school, but also fresh and new. Tracks flow into each other seamlessly making the album feel like a complete body of work rather than a collection of tracks, and it is utterly brilliant throughout. Joyous.

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Well there you go. I’ll leave you with the following, for your listening pleasure:

Spotify playlist - a countdown of the top 50 (50-1), minus a couple of things that aren’t on Spotify.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/05F3PPwKO7NkwpD4eTJBiP?si=O8bO2JYDSqa3Kz-SzQ8D4Q

And a YouTube playlist counting down 50-1, but a completely different tracklist to the Spotify playlist (and different vids for the top 5 than are embedded here).

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLSWMYBJKcPo0tJGbPDFw8QAdZlb1BWj3H

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My Review of The Summer Set Festival (1/2)

You know, as a 32-year old man, I don’t really feel like I’m all that old. I’m hip, I still have that old devil-may-care attitude, I’m in pretty good shape, I play video games and don’t have many responsibilities. I love music, and I certainly feel that I’m more than open listening to new music and giving it an honest shot.

Then I started my security job at a Minneapolis bar called Psycho Suzi’s and got to know (and befriend) many people in their early 20s. Now, I’ve now come to realize that I don’t know shit. One such coworker recently posted the flyer for Summer Set (a local EDM festival), and only three names sounded familiar to me: Run the Jewels, Die Antwoord, and Zeds Dead—and that last one was only because it’s a Pulp Fiction quote.

So, as an attempt to fit in with these wacky youths, I’ve decided to listen to one song by each band (group) in the order it was written on the flyer and post my initial thoughts on each. It’s like a stream of conscience from hell. Let’s see how this one goes.

Zeds Dead - Frontlines (ft. GG Magree): This girl’s voice is okay, but musically who gives a shit? Oh, never mind; now it’s turned into a goddamn dubstep song. What in the holy fuck have I gotten myself into? It would be a lot cooler if this featured G.G. Allin — and I really hate G.G. Allin

Zedd – Clarity (ft. Foxes): This song sounds like every song played at my gym. It’s fine. I probably would have liked it in, like, 2001 when I went through a bullshit Paul Oakenfold phase. Do you think this guy has a beef with that Zeds Dead group? I guess that would make this festival kinda neat to see how they hash that shit out.

GRiZ – Hard Times: I’m really hoping this is about Dusty Rhodes, but I think I need to get that out of my head right away. This song starts off kinda cool, like a hip hop version of a Reservoir Dogs-type movie intro. Oh, now the dumb bullshit dubstep kicked in and ruined it — should have figured that nothing stays gold in the context of this miserablelittle adventure I’m on. Also, watching this video, you need to understand this this dude is the most stereotypical white guy trying to be a hip hop DJ. It’s like if Edward Snowden put on a hockey jersey and shitty glasses.

Run the Jewels – Run the Jewels: I’ve heard this before. These guys are cool. But then again, I’m a white guy who casually listens to NPR, so of course I like Run the Jewels. My only problem with this song is that I think only Angel Witch and Minor Threat should have titular songs.

Die Antwoord – Ugly Boy: I don’t know how two people can look so much like juggalos but not be lumped into that group. Instead they’re like the best thing to happen to graphic designers since the Adobe Creative Suite. I used to really like these guys but, then again, I used to be really fucking stupid.

RL Grime – Core: This is building up to something that I’m probably gonna hate. Not to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, but holy shit was I right. It has buildups that I felt like will have a significant payoff, but then it just does fucking nothing. It’s like audio edging. For fuck’s sake, this song goes nowhere. Well, at least I can say that I also really hate their name.

Datsik – Redemption (ft. Excision): Oh great, I found the official background music to every YouTube vape video. When they inevitably remake the Matrix movies, I fear this is all they’re going to sound like. The track says it features another artist, but the only thing I can hear is some random audio clips. But then I did some research to find out it took TWO separate DJs to make this bullshit.

Post Malone – White Iverson: First of all, this guy needs to land on his basketball references. Second of all, this video has 276,473,194 views—a number I wish I were joking about. This song just sounds like every other modern hip hop song, minimal beat and some dude inaudibly saying dumb shit without a rhyme. Now that I’ve established how milquetoast this song is, I’d really like to comment on how this guy looks. He’s the missing link from Riff Raff and James Franco’s character in Spring Breakers. Seriously, if they were to make a reboot of Malibu’s Most Wanted, casting had better snatch this honkey up QUICK! He seems like an exaggeration of someone trying to appropriate black culture, and it’s heartbreaking no one is calling him on this shit. I can’t wait until we’re in a time of post-Post Malone.

Seven Lions – Worlds Apart (feat. Kerli): Honestly, this starts out okay. Kerli has a pretty voice, the electronic beat isn’t overbearing and the video features bloated images of outer space that you’d probably find on the wall of a “worldly” teenage stoner. I’ve heard way worse. Granted, this could also be my old “techno” fan coming out. There’s a middle dubsteppy part that I could do without, but whatever. Yeah, I didn’t mind this one.

Zomboy – Like A Bitch: Right from the get-go I’m told to, “stop acting like a (woop) and get my hands up.” Here’s the deal, Zomboy: you only get one chance to make a first impression. And you insulting me for not doing what you want isn’t going to make friends with anyone. So, no, I won’t stop acting like a bitch. The mere fact that you keep repeating it, isn’t going to motivate me to do it any faster—if at all. With that said, musically, this also sucks.

Audien – Something Better (ft. Lady Antebellum): Hey! This has a structure of a legit pop song! I don’t know if this project has been beating me down, or if this is actually decent. Don’t get me wrong, it has the really annoying electronic hooks that most modern music has, but compared to some of the garbage I’ve already put in my ears, it’s pretty alright.

Bakermat – One Day: Man, what a progressive song. Nothing says, “heartstring cash grab” better than mixing samples of MLK’s “I Have A Dream” speech and sexy saxophone with generic dancy electronic beats. It honestly sounds like the backing beats to Marky Mark’s “Good Vibrations.” Oh well, at least it was short.

Big Wild – Aftergold: This song sounds like it was tailor-made to be used in the opening narrative of an “inspirational” teen movie. Imagine an opening shot of an urban high school with the main character doing a voice over explaining his life and school, now think of the music that is playing in the background. Yeah, you’ve got it. It’s light and floaty with an array of unique instruments (strings, Taiko drums, etc.) and then sample in some record scratches and electronic noise and that’s it. It’s not offensive. It’s not anything. It’s just a thing.

Bleep Bloop – Slippin: Before I start, I want you to know that it was THIS band that made me venture into this masochistic assignment. It all started when a group of younger coworkers posted the flyer for this festival on social media and expressed their sincere excitement. Now, being the complete asshole I am, decided to shit all over their good time by stating that it sounds like the worst time imaginable. (I was essentially being facetious because I really don’t care what they listen to. But for the record: I’m right). Anyway, after skimming through the names, my eyes caught the name “Bleep Bloop” and everything in me laughed and cried all at the same time. I voiced my opinion about this band without ever hearing them, stating that this just sounds like a generic EDM placeholder until these assholes can figure out something dumber to call themselves.

Cut to a few days later. It’s a Saturday and once we were finished closing up, I decided to invite some coworkers over for drinks. While everyone is over, I take it upon myself to throw on a record that I figured would appeal to many. So I put on my copy of T-Swift’s 1989 (it’s solid pop-gold, fight me). I throw on the record, and it’s mostly well received. At this moment, the person I was giving shit to about Bleep Bloop made his opinion heard by stating that he can’t believe that I would listen to/enjoy 1989, but refuse to open myself up to Bleep Bloop. Now once he said “Bleep Bloop” out loud, I couldn’t help by throw myself into maniacal laughter. I mean, just think about how goddamn stupid that sounds. Imagine your favorite band of all time. Then imagine their name is fucking Bleep Bloop. Now try and defend that band to someone who hasn’t heard them before. It turns into the biggest, most useless uphill battle you’ve ever waged upon someone else. It’s also just really funny for the other person, if you’re dead serious about them.

Okay, now that I’ve got the backstory of this shit-ass band, it’s time to dive into the music.

This is just a series of dumb sound effects. It honestly sounds like it was created on the Playstation version of MTV Music Generator. Then they have remixed versions of a guy saying the same damn thing. It’s seriously giving me a headache. I don’t know why anyone would want to listen to this for enjoyment. It’s really fucking confusing. All in all, it’s exactly what I expected out of a band named Bleep Bloop.

Destructo – Higher: Have you ever seen an action movie from the late 90’s/early 00’s where the protagonist has to kill a mafia boss in the middle of a douchey club? You know, those scenes where in which shit really escalates into a full-blown gun fight and the fire alarm goes off making everything wet creating a unique aesthetic? Yeah, this is the shitty music playing at the beginning of the scene that lets the viewer know that the location really sucks. The video is blatantly alluding to straight-up heroin/sex addiction—it’s pretty glamorous. And then she dies at the end from a broken heart while some guy repeats, “get higher, baby.” All in all, better than other stuff already reviewed on this godforsaken list.

Ghastly – We Might Fall (ft. Matthew Koma): This video started out by saying “Dubstep Electro House” which is weird because I can almost guarantee it should just say “whiny dude singing over bullshit.” It started off slow with dumb vocals, then it slowly built up to a techno climax (which is also a medical term for when you ejaculate lasers) with a high-pitched autotune. And then it repeats. Whatever, it sucks, but it’s fine.

Well folks, that’s it for the first half. I’m currently waiting on edits for the second. I’m sure you’re waiting with baited breath. Trust me, it fucking sucks.

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FYF Fest 2013: My Bloody Valentine Fairy Tale

This review was first published on slugmag.com on Aug. 30, 2013. Read it here. Photos: Tod Seelie

The Choice of a New Generation

Ten years ago I was 17 years old. I "road tripped" 40-minutes south of the small, sinkhole town I lived in to one slightly more populated (with rest homes) for my first concert at a venue imaginatively named the Electric Theater. The headliner didn't make it that night––van troubles or something––but I still have the ticket taped to the brick I claimed as my laptop and covered in Weezer stickers. That year also marked my first mutual boyfriend, and my very first kiss––also mutual.

Around the same time, a kid in Los Angeles named Sean Carlson, just a couple of years older than me in 2004, decided to "boldly go where no man has gone before"––probably to impress some babes––and started Fuck Yeah Fest by booking some shows in a bunch of venues around the city. Honestly, anything I write here about his story is speculation, as the "About" section on the FYF website was blank up until this year, when a lineup history magically appeared along with a link that makes me wish I had requested an interview with the man himself, rather than vying for time with the dazzling lineup of bands at this year's festival.

Regardless, the little information I could piece together about FYF's history, along with this telling Wikipedia page and the clever, generational details observed at FYF Fest 2013––from stages named after Sex and the City characters to the exclusively '90s movie sequel trailers playing after dark between sets on the main stage monitors––give me the confidence to declare that Carlson and I have a common goal, and this past weekend, we sold out together.

Nobody Jaywalks in LA

I have a love-hate relationship with Los Angeles. The reliable weather, the [overcast] beaches, the abundance of vegan food, and its general "vacation" vibe are all reasons why I forget how much I hate all the concrete, the snotty attitudes, the careless drivers and mind-numbing traffic. I know FYF Fest was organized by a like-minded individual because doors aren't until 2 p.m., which means plenty of time to sleep or read a book while shivering on a hotel towel in seagull-infested sand. On our way to one such aquatic adventure, a perfectly manicured 20-something bumps into the back of our rental, causing a few hours delay and ultimately leading to an untimely appearance at the festival, but I am happy to let Dan Deacon introduce me to my FYF 2013 experience. Technical difficulties result in an atypical Dan Deacon set that is more stand-up than music––which works out because I'd missed the comedy during the first part of the day. He makes fun of his balding head, apologizes for all the glitches and the fact this is, indeed, their final song, and manages to still blow me away in his final five minutes on stage with a rainbow light show, two frenetic live drummers, an improvised monologue, and electronic music that sounds like a band made up of Jane and Michael's playroom toys brought to life by Mary Poppins.

Eye Wonder Who Karen O Dates?

When I was a teenager, I used my weekly church attendance as a runway show. At school, I wore the same drab clothes as everyone else, but at church, I was ahead of every revivalist movement: goth, Bohemian, ’60s, ’90s––you name it. I was also a master hair braider, but that’s another story. Now, all I really care about is being comfortable, maximizing my assets and minimizing my … well, other ass-ets. Karen O lives out every minute of her stage life like the rowdiest runway show you’ll ever see––this ain’t no mall walkway with waifs in pastel––and for this reason (OK, and because the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ music is awesome), I find myself at the Carrie Stage on Saturday night. The YYYs’ latest album, Mosquito, has already become a go-to on my playlists, and as Karen O comes on stage in a dirty-blonde bob, sparkling pantsuit (with shorts), pink knee socks and colorful sneakers and moves right into the title track, she sucks all the energy from the thousands gathered and blasts it back in wild yelps and guttural screams.

The songs move into each other seamlessly, congruent with Karen O’s wardrobe changes. They’re more raw and punk-infused live, and favorites include “Gold Lion,” “Runaway,” “Cheated Hearts” and “Sacrilege”––whose gospel wails follow me out of the festival at the end of the night. A thick, long bright-yellow cord connects to her mic and she moves it around her body like a snake, pulling it over her shoulder, spinning it above her head, and to everyone’s delight, pushing it into her open mouth as a long, throaty moan envelops us like an electric blanket bursting into flame on contact. She dons her famous studded “KO” leather jacket for “Zero,” and at one point, even pushes a headlamp onto her head like a third eye. Speaking of eyes: From the back of the stage, before anyone can look twice, a giant inflatable eyeball is pushed into the crowd midway through––which I guess has been happening at all of their shows, but is a complete surprise to me. As I watch the spectacular performance, all I can think is, “Damn, I wonder who Karen O dates.”

Beach House Lullabies

Sitting on my FYF Fest map, looking at everyone’s dirty faces while I wait for Beach House, I ease into Sunday. In back of the Carrie Stage, there looks to be a wall of vertical wires shimmering as the sun sets, like those fountains at fancy restaurants that look like pouring rain. The dream pop duo are joined by an extra musician so as to maintain the luscious layers of music they’ve created for nearly a decade. I’m far enough from the stage that the people are blurs of slow-moving flesh, but the background shows a starry mess of lights, supplementing the dingy L.A. sky above me, while puffs of smoke from the front of the stage look like bubbles. The coolness of Victoria Legrand’s whispers is complemented by blue lighting, and as the wire wall behind the band starts to move with crimson shapes and the audience sways back and forth, I feel like I’m watching a concert under the sea.

Family Matters

Across the country, Miley Cyrus is pushing her chicken butt into Robin Thicke as Solange drops to her knees with class on the Charlotte Stage in a bright, patterned sweater and Lisa Simpson haircut, gyrating to the funky, retro bass lines thumping behind her. "Let's turn this into a grind fest," she croons into the mic, and immediately, all the white kids around me drop two inches and start shuffling back and forth. Ever since watching 20 Feet From Stardom, I've been keen on any act with back-up singers, and I know that, regardless of Solange's down-to-earth vibe, the sister of Beyonce Knowles will surely boast some classic R&B bells and whistles. As her back-ups ooh and aah, giving the set glimpses of Destiny's Child influence, Solange shows off dance moves that are comparable to her big sis––though they'd feel more at home in an intimate club full of eclectic jazz-hounds than a post-apocalyptic music video set. It must be difficult to have your work constantly thrown up against that of a worldwide pop culture icon's––but really, don't we all live in Beyonce's shadow? As if reading our minds on whether her notable family members might be hiding backstage, Solange happily mentions her mom has come to watch, and lightly asks everyone to say, "Hello Mom." Now that there is no question as to whether or not Beyonce is present, we can enjoy Solange for who she is and what she has to offer: soulful, classic, booty-shakin' music with a '90s twist.

Well, What Other Bands Are There Now?

Sunday is a hazy blur of romantic waves. "We're in this together," is our mantra, and every piece of life and media thrown our way parallels the past year in a microscopic experience. The Breakfast Club plays out in the hotel room as we make our way to the metro, but sit on opposite ends of the aisle, looking past each other to the other side of the weekend in silent repose. As we walk inside, Flume beats like a mad heart in the aptly named Samantha Tent in the center of the grounds, and there we break apart to Melvins and Beach House, respectively, meeting back in the middle for Solange.

Washed Out's "Feel It All Around"permeates the festival grounds as we sit on a curb, sticking morbid PETA stickers on each other's plaid button-ups and thinking about not 10, but 20 years ago, when the '90s meant divorce and new schools and new friends. Washed Out fades away and 2005's summer anthem, "Time to Pretend," sounds out at the south end of the park on the Carrie Stage. Like an oracular beam of light, groups of kids walk past us toward the music, which becomes unfamiliar until the intro of "Kids" marches into our ears, and we know MGMT's set is nearly over, making room for a different tractor beam of noise.

Just about everyone has made jokes about it, but the warnings that pop up between flashes of inculcating "FYF Fest––Best Weekend Ever," trailers for Batman and Robin, and "Next Up … My Bloody Valentine," are very real, along with the bright orange earplugs we pick up at the info booth. This feels new, but in a regurgitated way, mimicking the nervous expectation of that first show I attended 10 years ago. The past six months have culminated into this recursive moment, which I've subconsciously set up as a reset to infinity. Taking a good five minutes to get my earplugs just right so I won't have to mess with them again, I wait in anticipation with everyone around me, but really, just one other person, because this is our moment. The lights drop and the letters "m b v" appear like blood surfacing on a swirling blue pool in the background. The stage looks crowded already with towers of amps, but as the musicians file in, they fit into their respective positions like the last pieces of a puzzle. Kevin Shields leans into the mic, and though I'm too far to make out facial features, and the giant monitors to each side show nothing, his shoulder-length, frizzy white hair is illuminated by the blue light behind him, giving his crisp and single "Hello" an ethereal quality.

I expect a wall of noise to push us all backward from the very first note, but we're eased into the music like a first kiss with one of my favorites, "I Only Said." My Bloody Valentine's most critically acclaimed album may be called "Loveless," but there is a tangible romance inside the static and reverb, which is why we're here together, arms wrapped around each other. I don't have most of the track names memorized, but I know Loveless' melodies and whispers by heart, and though muffled by the foam in my ears (which I end up repositioning so they're not quite so stifling), I smile wider with each song I recognize. We're enjoying the on-and-off violence of "Only Shallow" as the background turns to fiery noise, the amps opening their mouths like dragons and short, shadowed glimpses of Bilinda Butcher's sparkling red guitar––matching her hair and heels––move on the screens––and then silence. I look up from my sway and see the band still playing. More heads in the audience pop up and audible panic swells. The guitars turn back on like a switch, but it happens again, and I fear the magic lost. I feel like Dorothy, peering behind the curtain to see the truth. Just humans with big machines. All seems lost. For some in the audience, this is just another show, another checkmark on their list of bands to see, and these technical glitches are simply minor annoyances. To me, they're stabs in my back. Waves of doubt and despair wash over me as I question the past year-and-a-half, seemingly reflected in the blown speakers and five-minute interruption.

Shields announces the end of their set, apologizing for the difficulties and throwing us a bone by dubbing us their best audience thus far. It feels insincere and only makes it worse. They move into their final song, which I later find out is "You Made Me Realise," from their EP of the same name released in 1988. It's a discordant track, bouncier than anything on Loveless, but I'm frozen in place. The song seems to end, at least the melody, and in its place, the slow climax of thunderous noise rockets from the stage. I'm still frozen, but this time, I can't stop staring at the noise displayed visually on the backdrop. I know it's dumb, it's cliche, but I can't remember how long I stood there. A tractor beam of the loudest music I have ever heard holds onto me, and like a strong dose of radiation, clears away the malignant thoughts that had built up in my brain. I tear myself away and search for recognition in the faces around me. A few creased foreheads express confusion, but for the most part, My Bloody Valentine has managed to baptize an audience of thousands with a single, reverberating chord. I'll learn later that this part of the song is rightfully called "Full Holocaust," and after what seems like a lifetime of eleventh hours (but was only five minutes), they fall back into the melody and finish out the song. We turn around with everyone else to walk out of the festival grounds, but I barely noticed the crowd. "It was like the biggest 'fuck you’ to every band who has ever said they're loud!" I exclaim, thinking it's a witty thing to say. There's more going on in my mind, but for now, I feel relieved and hopeful. It's not until we're back at the hotel, packing silently for the plane ride back home in the morning, that it all comes into perspective. He says, "Well, what other bands are there now?" All the moments––the good, the bad, the hopelessness, the elation––they've culminated here and will repeat into infinity––and you made me realise, it will always be with you.

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