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 Posted: Oct 22 2017, 09:26 PM
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cooler fall day. Coffee in hand Nick sat down in a small park. He was here for no reason other than it was the closest park in the neighbourhood he’d been in that morning and he’d decided to take a rest break for coffee before heading back into the heart of the city. Of course he had no reason for picking this particular park to sit in but perhaps other worldly forces had another reason.

It was a quiet park. A few people came and went. A few people came walking dogs. Nicholas didn’t pay any of them much attention other than curiously watching their moves. Sometimes he did just like to watch the world go by, witness human behaviour at its best – though he’d never go telling anyone that and no one would likely ever ask him about it. He was good with that. But this one spot was interesting to him. He’d always felt almost drawn there. And he could almost swear, if it didn’t sound crazy, that people would come by here and never come back. If it hadn’t happened more than once he’d have assumed he just wasn’t paying enough attention but he was good at attention, he didn’t often miss things.

Shortly after, Nicholas left the park behind and headed back to work for the day but the whole time the idea played on his mind. It had been toying with him for a while but every day he visited that park it grew stronger. For a while he avoided the park but he couldn’t avoid his curiosity. It was a strange feeling. One from his forgotten past maybe and perhaps that was why he kept returning, because part of him did want to remember what his life had been before the accident. The man pretended he didn’t care, pretended to have started fresh and had no care or desire to know but it was a lie, surely everyone wanted to know who they were.

And maybe it was because it was near Halloween where people could pretend to be someone they weren’t that encouraged him to take off the costume he wore all year round if he had the chance. Maybe it was the fall and new beginnings for you couldn’t truly move forward without a past. Maybe it was an early mid-life crisis. Whatever the reason, he found himself back at the park that evening after dark. Nicholas had no idea what he might find there. What did he expect to find in an empty park at night? Nothing. There was nothing in an empty park except possibly someone walking their dog before locking up for the night, some horny kids, drunken students or a questionable drug deal. None of those things were those he wanted to come across.

What was he doing? He was losing his mind. Nick ran a hand through his hair as he exhaled into the cool night. Sitting upon a park bench in the shadows, Nick’s elbows rested on his knees. Right. It was time to go and get a grip of himself. In that moment, just as he was about to stand up and leave, a figure passed him by. He watched. They headed in the direction of no return. What was the mystery there? Was it a short cut or what? He didn’t even know. He just knew what he’d seen, or not seen, in time alone here. He was going crazy. He was mad for sure. “Come on man, pull yourself together” he told himself as he stood up. “Let’s see where the short cut leads” he encouraged himself. He’d follow – no, not follow, he’d walk – in the direction of the other person in the park at this time and head home from that path.

Slowly, Nicholas stood up, his dark clothes blending in with the shadows, his hair a bit of a ruffled mess, eyes a glossy shade of sort your self out before you get yourself arrested. He was well aware at this time of night, roaming around without much reason, he could be seen in far more malicious ways than his mid-life crisis ways intended. But he followed and if he thought himself crazy before he really did think himself crazy now. They’d gone. The figure had gone. How tired was he? He had been working a lot this week. People didn’t just disappear! Fuck! He was losing it! “Hello?!” he bellowed out. Wonderful Nick! Now you do sound like a stalker in the woods. Pace quickened as he strolled forwards towards a bridge he’d never really taken time to notice before. Had it always been there? He couldn’t remember.

A heavy foot stopped at the arch of the foreign bridge. Well the figure had either strolled this way or gone off track which lead no where really, it wasn’t a huge park after all. With purpose, Nicholas walked forwards and before he knew it he it, “What the - ?!” was all that managed out of his mouth before he found his breath taken away in shock.

Everything just all happened at once. Crossing a bridge. Crossing a line between one world and another. His present and his past collided, parts of what he believed and parts of what was true all fragmented together into a rush of emotion that was overwhelming and exhausting. It was a mix between a light switch being turned on and a punch to the gut. Stubbornly he stood upright, refusing to show any weakness to the emotion and uncomfortable physical pain. Fur grew from every inch of his flesh, teeth sharpened, horns pushed through his skull as his posture fell against the first thing he could reach out for. Nicholas’s feet, paws, made contact with dew wet ground. There was so much to process in such a short period of time. He attempted to shout out in frustration but instead a low, loud growl echoed around the wooded area he found himself in.

What was going on? In a way he knew what was going on but his San Francisco self didn’t want to believe it. The past he thought he knew to be fact and the truth of his story conflicted with one another, battling in his mind to find clarity around the fog. Be careful what you wish for came to mind. He didn’t want to remember any of this, he was a man in San Francisco not this cursed beast. What even was the time difference? Was he too late to break it? What did that mean crossing back home now? Presuming he could get back to the place he called home. And Belle… he’d crossed to find her and he still had no idea where she could be. It had been so long and so much had changed but that didn’t stop him caring about the woman who had at least begun to change him. He hoped she was happy somewhere, he hoped she was safe.

A noise caught his attention. He spun around with great force forgetting his strength here, “Who’s there?!” he demanded with authority. His voice was cold, almost cruel but now he knew why he’d left here he surely had reason for it not to mention the flick of a light that had gone off in his mind, a dimmer switch would have been far more reasonable instead of feeling like he’d been hit by a comet.

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He ran his hands through his hair as he walked, rifle strapped to his back. Being in the animated world so often, he lost track of time ridiculously easily. So much so that when he shouted “Hey!” someone usually promptly replied with the corresponding weekday. It was an arbitrary concept, he supposed, did it really matter if two places existed at once? That he could simply walk through a portal and be in another world, with another Saint Petersburg? Where different histories danced and came together, then wildly split apart once more. Was there another Dimitri out there somewhere, who had also lost his Anya? It was impossible to say.

Who was to say that if he ever found her again, she’d want to see him? He had run from their last encounter like a fearful dog. Refusing to look her in the eye, lest his heart change his mind – but he did, in the end, when it was much too late. Dimitri had convinced himself they wouldn’t even need to talk, he’d be content in catching the barest of glimpses, a fleeting glance of her red hair and pale skin and he’d be happy to live out the rest of his days utterly alone. Satisfied that she was alright and loved, yet content to wallow in his misery.

He was sure taking out his frustrations on the darkness would ease his mind somewhat, but it hadn’t. His stomach was still tied in knots, he still dreamed of her, of Russia and Paris and wept when no one was looking. In many ways, he felt like he was finally contributing something, even if it was to the wrong war and his homeland was long gone. He remembered clinging to his father’s pant leg as a small child, tears streaming down his face, begging him not to go to war - the war to end all wars. The people were disgruntled then, the seeds of disruption had been planted but still he went. If you see something you don’t like in the world Dimitri, you can either do something, or do nothing.

He had already tried doing nothing, sitting passively, choosing to become a con man and steal, than work and conform to the ideas of communist Russia, though he still called people comrade and abided by the rules for the most part. He still wanted out, to run away and turn his back. Now at least, he had picked up a gun and beat back the darkness wherever it reared its ugly head – or tried too. There was no clear winner, just endless slogging. He let out a defeated sigh as he made his way back toward the portal. Visiting San Fran was a rare occurrence for Dimitri – it was Yuri over there, and here though he did keep forgetting.

He expected to run into trouble on his way there, he didn’t foresee it stalking the exit. Hearing a ruckus, he approached with caution, attempting to be stealthy but broke a twig under his foot and cursed. “Oh damn it.” He breathed, then came the bellowing demanding sound of someone, or more accurately something. The picture became clearer as he stepped out from behind a tree, attempting to hide his shocked reaction. He liked to think he was used to creatures by now. Discovering dragons and all manner of oddities were real was a shock at first, one that faded over time. Though he’d never quite seen something like the thing before him. He appeared to be a strange mash of different animals and every inch of him was intimidating.

Dimitri threw his hands up to prove he was unarmed. He figured running wasn’t going to do him any good, that beast looked like it could chase him down in three seconds flat. “Easy there.” He said, moving cautiously and slowly. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m with the resistance.” He explained. “You okay? Do you need help?” He was surprised it could talk in a way, though he really shouldn’t have been, he’d seen much stranger things. He had no idea how this was going to go, he just hoped he’d escape with his life.



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 Posted: Jan 29 2018, 12:54 AM
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E
verything was too much at once. His head pounded with the overload of information. Two lives battled to find a place together as he connected with his new form he’d forgotten about for so long. Nick felt heavy on the ground, he was taller, larger, stronger too. He knew he looked intimidating and perhaps it was better that way. No one would try cross his path if he was spotted he hoped. But it seemed he wasn’t in for such luck.

The pain spread across his temples had begun to subdue a little causing his vision to be less painful to focus with. Something snapped turning his attention from himself for a moment. Nick turned to look in the direction. His senses were sharper, clearer, the Beast was more aware of everything than his human form. He sounded harsher than he’d intended but at least whatever or whoever was there may just run off in fear. Too bad he was wrong. A figure moved from behind a tree, showing itself clearly. What was wrong with this individual? Did he not see the monster before him? As if to prove that point, the Beast stood to full height, towering over the man as he looked down at him, his hands raised in defeat.

Growling, Nick glared at the man, “I am not a pet” he was no animal no matter how he looked. He knew what he looked like here, he remembered despite not wanting to, but he was no dog or animal that needed tamed and cuddled to calm down. “I’m not worried about you hurting me” Nick all but rolled his eyes, “I’d be more worried for yourself if I were you” he flinched but tried not to show it as his headache came in waves as it processed all the new – or old – information. He waivered slightly on his feet but held his ground, staying tall and protecting himself from anyone who may attack.

The resistance? He remembered the resistance. For a while he’d helped them in exchange for shelter as he searched for Belle. They were still stationed here across the portal? But it had been so long, were they still trying to fight against the darkness? And if that was the case, had much time even really passed? So did he still have time to break the curse over here. “I don’t need any help!” he shouted angrily, frustrated, but his wavering body told differently, “I haven’t been here in some time. It’s just – “ another pulse across his head. Flashes, memories, everything muddled came back to him, started to piece together from before San Francisco. His own accident didn’t help, memories forgotten from both that and being away for so long, it was a mess that his mind struggled to context properly, but it did and it didn’t care how painful it may be. Nick flinched. He fell slightly from his tall posture. He couldn’t let this stranger take advantage of that. Shaking it off stubbornly he grumbled, “How long since the darkness?” perhaps those he knew could still be here and perhaps, though there was almost not hope for it, there was still time for him.



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As the beast loomed, Yuri’s brow furrowed, though he didn’t dare move. It was clear that he was upset, or at least annoyed. At any rate Yuri hadn’t seen him before, he’d remember. The longer he looked, the more his mind began to identify parts of the beast, likening his features to different animals. “I didn’t say you were.” He stated with a shrug, raising his eyebrows and looking away briefly. He was careful to keep just the right amount of eye contact, even if it was uncomfortable. He didn’t want to judge the thing before him, but it was hard, given the way he was acting. Standoffish was an understatement. Yuri could understand in some respects, he probably wasn’t used to kindness, or at the very least people quickly judging him on his looks.

“Okay.” He said in response, nodding once. Once upon a time he would have referred to Anya as a wild creature, she was impossible to get a long with at the beginning of their journey, until their relationship blossomed into something more. Yuri thought he had ample experience in dealing with… difficult people, as it stood, turned out that he was severely lacking because he had no idea how to deal with the thing standing in front of him, tall and threatening. If they got into a fight, Yuri surmised he had absolutely no chance of getting out alive.

“Of course you don’t.” he agreed, ignoring his shouting, noticing the winces and wavering of his body – despite his protests there was definitely something wrong. Yuri didn’t think he could do much if the beast collapsed, but he could try to help, he wasn’t about to abandon him to the darkness, even if he was gruff and sort of scary. No one deserved that fate. He watched closely, trying to judge if they were about to fall over or otherwise. When they said they hadn’t been across the portal in a while, things began to click into place in Yuri’s mind. Was this an accident? Did they just regain their memories?

He’d heard all sorts of stories in his time fighting the darkness. People who had lost loved ones, only to find them again but they had no memory of their previous life. People choosing to forget. People who braved the dangers of the portal, just so they didn’t ever lose the precious moments they had before everything went to hell. It was sad they had to suffer, sadder still that so many vibrant worlds had been destroyed and their peoples killed and or displaced. Although he wanted to insist the beast stop being a stubborn ass, he refrained.

Yuri sighed, looking off into the distance as he remembered his years fighting – a war seemingly without end and he wasn’t the only soldier. There were so many like him, that just couldn’t let go of the battle. He frowned, staring at a spot before returning his gaze to the beast. “Ten years.” He said, his tone melancholic. “Give or take.” He shrugged. Some people kept careful watch on the passage of time but Yuri had quit doing that a while ago. He’d spent countless days in trenches, walking through ruins and staring at unfamiliar skies. “Look, I know I’m not your mother but just, sit down for five minutes, would you?” He dared to say. “Before you fall down.”



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 Posted: Mar 27 2018, 12:35 PM
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en years. It had been ten years here too. Then it was too late for him. Over here he was trapped as this monster, unless the darkness had warped with any magic but he wasn’t holding his breath to anything. No matter, this wasn’t his home anymore. He had another life, another home, this wasn’t who he was anymore. This wasn’t who he was. Nick exhaled. He swayed between moments of feeling fine and moments of being unbalanced, like getting over a bad flu. This man clearly didn’t want to hunt him and well, let’s be real, it wasn’t like he had anyone else coming to help him right now. The darkness wasn’t a timid or forgiving force, he knew it would be stupid to try plough through this place alone till he could get back to San Francisco.

It was one for the history books what happened next. Nick agreed with the man’s request. Ungracefully, Nick reached out a hand, a paw, and dropped his weight on a tree before he lowered himself to sit on the forest floor, “Five minutes” he agreed feeling better instantly but would never admit to it here and now. He knew it wasn’t wise to sit down for too long in this world anymore but this man seemed to have survived long enough. For what he remembered the resistance stayed behind here to fight. Some came and went he was sure but their fight was here in the homeland. “Years ago, when the darkness hit, I fought with the resistance briefly” he spoke partially to the man and partially to himself, as if speaking his returned memories aloud would help process the overwhelming information that had flooded back far too quickly. There were still some gaps in his life but they’d come back eventually, slowly hopefully, he couldn’t take much more of the overload of information right now. He knew who he was, he was aware of his past now but he still had two lives, two sets of memories. He was lucky in a way that he’d been in an accident that had caused him, as he thought, to lose his memories. At least he didn’t have two different histories to try separate. He had been young when he’d crossed over, most of his life was real as far as he knew, he’d built a life over those ten years but he wondered about some who’d crossed and forgotten, their minds devising a whole other story for them. Sorrow crossed his brow as he wondered if that’s what had happened to Belle. But that was better than any fate to the darkness so if that’s what had happened he could live with himself for losing her.

“I got into an accident. I haven’t been here for just over ten years now. I left to find someone after the darkness took hold over the entire realm” he didn’t know why he was bothering to explain himself to this stranger but he just needed to talk, to anyone, it was took much letting it swirl around his mind and speaking it out loud made it seem more real and less like a crazy dream he couldn’t wake from, or a nightmare more accurately. Nick drew a hand through the fur on his head, missing his hair and humanity instantly. For a moment he’d been so lost in his thoughts that he’d forgotten his beasty form. Nick growled in irritation. However, now that he’d remembered he didn’t want to forget again, even if it meant having to live as this beast over here. Perhaps on further thought it was safer than as a weaker human? Light human eyes, the one thing that seemed to remain from the former Prince’s physical form, lifted to look at the man, “You’ve stayed here the whole time?” how much did this man known about what was going on in this world or in the other? “Or you come back and forth?” he questioned, feeling more comfortable in the response by feeling like the man he’d become, the man he was.



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When the beast decided to sit down, Yuri visibly relaxed. The tension left his body and he joined his newfound friend – it was a stretch to think of him that way but he was not complaining – on the forest floor, using a fallen log as a seat. He’d had countless moments like this in the Resistance, comforting lost people and creatures, gathering around fires at night and listening to stories from other fighters. They were some of his fondest and saddest memories, the sheer scale of destruction and loss was overwhelming at times. It really drove home just how much had been taken from them.

He nodded as the beast talked, it was a familiar tale but no less heartbreaking. He didn’t blame the beast for leaving, it was a hard life, without the added stress of accidents and injury. There were those who tried and left, part-timers, full-timers like him and everything in between. The resistance wasn’t a requirement, but some people, he supposed – couldn’t let go. That wasn’t to say it was easy for those who left. Yuri had considered making a new life in SF. He knew it would be hellish leaving everything behind, not to mention the guilt from abandoning his fellow soldiers.

He’d never resented any of the fighters who went on to better things.

“Everyone’s lost a lot.” He sympathised, wondering if the beast ever found who he was looking for. They had that in common it seemed, they’d both lost someone they cared about and were desperate to find them. That journey had cost beast his memories and by the sounds of it, almost his life. “I’m sorry.” He said,. That was all he could really offer and god, he did know, that soul deep ache of desperately wanting to see someone again, not knowing if they were alive or dead.

His gaze locked with the beasts and he peered into his all too human eyes, deep blue and full of emotion. There was something in there, vulnerable and gentile, Yuri knew all about facades too. “Yeah, the whole ten.” He nodded, staring into the distance, eyes locked on the horizon. “Feels like forever.” He huffed a laugh, his hair flopping into his eyes and pushed it put of his face. “I tried. A few years ago.” He explained. “I really tried to like it over the portal but…” he paused, trying to find the right words. “It didn’t feel right.” The rare times he did cross, he battled with that, right up until he came back through into the animated world.

“There’s a place back there.” He nodded in the direction of the portal. “That looks like my old home. But it’s not my old home.” Yuri sighed. “I don’t know… its stupid.” He dismissed his own feelings with a shrug and half a smile. “Do you feel a bit better?” He asked, changing the subject, genuinely wanting to know if the beast was alright – he seemed like a good person, another victim of the godforsaken darkness – the very reason why Yuri fought so damn hard.



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H
e could tell his sitting down relaxed the man. Even Nick knew if he had been a man in this world and come face to face with a monster such as himself then he’d have been on edge the entire time. No matter who and what the darkness had brought out and connected, he knew how he looked and he couldn’t blame anyone for being defensive. If the curse had been broken and before he’d made a life in San Francisco, he may have felt an urge to return here to help the Resistance but things weren’t meant to be that way. He wasn’t comfortable in this beastly form here, he never had been, he’d endured it but no one would ever accept a creature such as himself and yet, perhaps in this apocalyptic world he was safer in this form than his former human self; silver linings and all.

Nick grunted as the man apologized, “You have nothing to apologize for”, he hated when people pretended to understand, to be involved in his story. He was certain many had been through tragedy but he didn’t need sympathy or even empathy from anyone. Knowing how his tone likely came across harsh he added, “Time passes. I made a new life” more than he’d even been aware of for sometime and it was true what they said: Ignorance was bliss. He had no idea what had happened to Belle but he hoped one day their paths would cross and she'd be safe and happy somewhere. He'd loved her and that care he'd felt for her, the first in such a long long time, would never cease to be there.

Their eyes locked making Nick feel uncomfortable. He didn’t like people staring at him. Instead of retaliating he drew his gaze away abruptly, looking off into the vast dank landscape instead. The man continued to talk and Nick listened despite keeping his attention away from his new acquaintance. “It seems we’re similar, only I don’t find it right here anymore… Even before the Darkness attacked it wasn’t right” memories were a difficult thing to face. He’d neglected his kingdom, he’d gone into hiding, been forgotten and embraced his curse with loneliness. But he’d had no choice to do anything differently. He found himself wondering what Desiree would have thought of this place back in it’s glory. She’d have probably enjoyed the quaint little towns within his Kingdom, perhaps not this Beast though.

In all honesty Nick didn’t think it was stupid what the man was implying. In some ways San Francisco wasn’t home but then, here had never really been a home to Nick. He hadn’t had the most loving childhood, he hadn’t been the nicest person to merit any relationships with those around him and his curse had forced him into his own isolation so as much as the romanticized scenery was missed and the possibilities that could have ensued gave a feeling of loss, that which was actually history had little hold on him. The other world had offered him a fresh start and he had all intention of going back there. And yet, part of him knew this was his home world and with his upbringing came an inbuilt responsibility for it no matter how much he would rather avoid that idea.

Snapping out of his own thoughts, the beast turned to the man. It was only then that he realized five minutes had most definitely passed and he was still sitting there. His beastly manner was looking soft. His memories had all almost returned now, the stray image crossing his mind on occasion as it likely would for a little time now, “As good as I can be” he replied dully, “If ten years have passed then I’m out of time here” it was a statement more to himself than the man beside him. If he said it out loud it felt more real, more definitive and final. It was a heartbreaking thought that he tried not to show; that even if this world ever recovered one day, he’d still be cursed as this beast for all time. The Enchantress had won. He was doomed here. A thought crossed his mind, “Has there been any sign of the darkness crossing over?” so long as it stayed in this world he’d be fine but what if it crossed over, what if magic and spells and curses all intertwined into San Francisco and his curse followed him? People here understood variances in this world and even more so after the attack but people in the other world… If they saw him like this he’d be locked up and tested on, or put on display in a zoo for kids to poke their fingers through wire fences or rap their knuckles on glass at. The idea made him feel sick. He grimaced at the silent thought. After a moment, “Nicholas – Nick, my name” he shrugged his broad shoulders, he seemed to trust this man okay. After all, here he was sitting with the Beast in an empty forest and hadn't attacked him or tried to run. that had to amount for something as he added quietly, still ashamed of the fact, “I wasn’t always this monster”. then a little more confident, "Yet given the circumstances in this world I suppose that this curse may not be a bad thing" finding the tree again for support, still not used to this larger frame anymore, he helped himself back up to his towering height. Maybe he should embrace the beast and visit here to help more often like he once had. It was a burden to remember but now that he did it too would be a burden to just ignorantly forget.



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