Write A Short Story For The Character Above

I know you belong to somebody new.
But tonight you belong to me.
Although we're apart, you’re a part of my heart.
And tonight you belong to me.

To Irene, there was nothing more satisfying than standing in the kitchen and watching a lovely meal cook (well, maybe one thing). She’d been experimenting recently, trying new recipes and methods and she was sure this one would be even better than the last. Goodness, she was nearly drooling at the prospect. She wasn’t really sure how long she’d stood in her kitchen still and silent as the grave, the only sounds in the entire house, the jolly tunes of the radio and the ticking of the kitchen timer as well as her occasional deep breath as she thought about the feast waiting just beyond that small door.

Way down by the stream,
How sweet it will seem,
Once more just to dream,
In the moonlight.
My honey I know,
With the dawn that you will be gone

She didn’t bother remembering names or really anything about her ingredients. It was the principle of the thing really. Why bother paying any mind to them? Would you ask the milk in the fridge about the weather? Of course not! But, regardless there was something she’s noticed. Irene honestly wondered if it was a thing that all men did,. The way they underestimated her. It probably was. She’d seen in the way she’d been able to get that bastard to do the world a favor just with a few hints here and there. Pathetic. She’d seen it in the anger turned terror in Edward’s face as she casually explained how his words had consequences and what exactly those were. And she’d seen it in this latest catch, pompous arrogant man he was. She could nearly laugh (well, again) at the way his cockiness gave way to fear. Really, she’s always adored the look in their eyes, the fear, the confusion, the raw primal panic at the deprival of air, and the way their face painted the lovely lovely realization that these would be their last moments, scared, alone, trapped with no escape.

A fitting punishment, really.
But tonight you belong to me
Way down way down along the stream
How very very sweet it will seem
Once more just to dream in the silvery moonlight
My honey I know
With the dawn, that you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me

She snapped momentarily from her thoughts by the oven. A smile, that were anyone to see it they would have called it the smile of a mad woman, no, a feral animal, slipped it’s way across her face cracking though her facade of composure. Irene stepped towards it with no small amount of reverence. Goodness she was hungry… Had she been that hungry a moment ago? She nearly grabbed it from the oven without her oven mitts. The dish sat on the pan like an offering to a bloody goddess. She’d always liked her meat rare. If she couldn’t taste that incredible unrivaled metallic flavor, it was far too overdone.

Just to little old me

"She's acting out again Agent b-42720." The stony faced agent grumbled.
"I already told them weeks ago after the last storm, we needed soundproofing in her room." Agent b-42720 had hoped that when she filed an offical complaint with Doctor. S it would have been done faster then this. She sighed.
"I'll go check on the situation and see what I can do."

Agent b-42720 walked along the cold, depressing corridor until she reach a sealed door. It didn't really matter to Lumi if she had the door, she could leave at anytime and no one would be able to stop her but it was a precaution. They had learned weeks ago that sometimes Lumi's powers went a bit haywire during storms.

Thunder rumbled again and though the porthole of the door she could see purple electricy spark out. Counting to 10, after the last whimper of thunder she entered the room using her key card. The inside was far different than the outside, the contrast of the humble looking home made inside this cell was understandable to Agent b-42720 . The idea behind it was simple and straight to the point just the way she liked it. Anomalies are much easier to contain if they don't want to leave.

"Lumi, it's Agent b-42720, the storm will be passing in approximately 28 minutes." She said in her most reassuring tone she could muster.
Seeing Lumi hunched in the corner, she frowned deeply. She moved to the small television and turned it on. She flipped through the stations from something she thought Lumi would like and settled on a nature documentary. She worked quickly know the next strike of lightning would be soon quickly followed by the thunder upsetting Lumi.

Next job on the agender, sound dampening. She grabbed Lumi gently by the arms and put her right in front of the tv, then went to search for as many blankets as she could find.
The next strike of thunder rang out but Lumi refused to let anything happend to others because of her, she tried to focus on the documentry and not discharge if fear.
When Agent b returned she started putting the blankets over Lumi's head. Lumi looked up at her from her postion on the ground, with one big confused eye.

"Trust me, it'll help drown out the sound." She said as she set the volume to max.
Taking a step back the agent waited for the next clap of thunder. She watched as Lumi reacted less so to the sound as she got more and more emersed in the documenty.
"Have a good evening Lumi" Agent b-42720  said as she let a rare smile appear as she left. She had calmed Lumi and completed her task successfully.

Now to get the soundproofing fast tracked.

In a small cottage in the middle of a forest, one would wonder how the oven still worked, even without a definite source of power. Sure, it wasn't Tank's and Forest's usual home, but the small lodge where they stayed for the night seemed unusual, to say the least.
         So, in the dim candlelight, they decided to bake cookies. "It will make us feel more at home here," Forest said, collecting all of the bowls and measuring cups in their arms. "Can you please get the eggs from the fridge?"
         Tank opened the small fridge, no larger than a nightstand, and searched for an egg. It was right in the back, but when she held onto it, she realized it was the last egg they had.
         "We only have one left," she said. "I guess we don't have many ingredients to work with, huh?"
          Forest averted her eyes for a moment. They lingered on the mostly empty pantry.
          Tank continued, "I guess we won't be able to bake here, after all. Some lodge this is!"
          Forest lifted her gaze towards Tank again. "Dear, I think I might know what we can do with so little. I haven't made them in a long time, but we have an egg, right? And we have peanut butter in the cupboard. Do we have sugar?"
          Tank dug around in the back of the pantry. "We have sugar," she said, pulling the paper back from the back of the cupboard.
          Forest's eyes lit up. Her enthusiasm was nearly contagious, and Tank found herself smiling before she even knew what Forest had in mind.
          "Do you like peanut butter cookies?"
           "Okay, okay. Maybe we can bake, after all. Should I preheat the oven for you?"
           "That would be lovely," Forest beamed. "Would you please preheat it to 350 degrees?"
           Tank walked over to the oven and turned a few of the dials, while Forest cracked the egg into a delicate bowl. She added only a cup of peanut butter, and an equal measure of sugar. "Want to help me mix it?" she asked Tank.
            Forest would have had no trouble mixing the dough on her own, but when Tank took the handle of the whisk, and Forest wrapped her paw around Tank's cloven hoof, it made the baking a little more... personal. Maybe she just wanted an excuse to hold her soulmate's hand, even though all she ever had to do was ask.
            Together, they mixed the dough and put it in small lumps on the parchment paper on their baking sheet. Forest put the sheet in the oven. "It will take eight minutes to bake," she said.
             "Well," said Tank. "Isn't that just eight minutes I get to cuddle with you?"

Aichi’s usually unreadable expression was etched in subtle panic.  He stared blankly at the books and paper strewn across the floor, looking through them, almost as if he couldn’t see them. He stared at his traitorously shaking hands. It was getting worse. He didn’t want to admit it but… It was. 

It started small. He’d been able to ignore it at first. Maybe he shouldn’t have. Maybe things wouldn’t have ended up like this if he hadn’t. He shouldn’t have discounted it, after all, a tiny spark is more than enough to burn a city to the ground. It had been shortness of breath first. He’d find himself gasping after walking up a flight of stairs, more winded than ever in his life, but he ignored it. The fatigue, the anxiety, the confusion, the physical weakness, the headaches, the lightheadedness, the wheezing gasps of breath, it was all perfectly explainable . He was working a lot. He wasn’t sleeping enough. He wasn’t eating enough. Excuses were easy.

But now, Aichi was all out of excuses and all out of time as well it seemed. The coughing felt like a nail in his coffin. He was able to mask it at first as him just clearing his throat. Nothing to worry about. 

Well at least, until he was brought to his knees by coughing fits with gasps of air in between that were reminiscent of a drowning man. He usually stayed on the floor for a few moments desperately trying to get air back into his system, every cell in his body screaming for air. Being deprived of oxygen terrified him. The idea of that being his last moments was worse. The panic. The fear. The helplessness. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t woken up in a cold sweat gasping, remnants of breathless nightmares fading in his mind.

And all that had brought him here. Aichi had been carrying a few books and papers into his study (already less than he usually did, begrudgingly coddling his body) and had sudden been wracked with another coughing fit, dropping his materials with a thunderous thud in order to grasp at his sides helplessly as he struggled for breath. When the fit finally left him shaking in its wake, he realized that he’d dug his nails painfully into his sides. 

“Are you alright?”

He jumped at the voice from the other side of his door. Of course he’d alerted someone… Grimacing at his current state, he slowly released the white-knuckled grip he’d had on his own body and moved to take in a few heavenly gasps of air and reply to the person, telling them that everything was fine. But, he immediately felt a wave of panic settle over him like a fog on a harbor. He couldn’t catch his breath. He couldn’t catch his breath. The black fog crept around the edges of his vision and the desperate wheezes he was able to suck into his lungs sounded more like death rattles than the breaths of a living being. 

Heart pounding in his ears, he tried to stand. Why, he wasn’t really sure. Maybe to get help, maybe because it was the only thing he could think of doing. But, regardless, he didn’t even manage to get a knee off the ground before he crumpled to the carpet like a ragdoll, his non-responsive body unable to even stop him from hitting the ground.

The last thing he saw before everything went black was someone running to him and calling for help.

It had been a tough week for Norian tiredly going to her room slamming the door behind her. She had just finished a solo mission and hadn’t been home since also it didn’t help that the mission didn’t go that well either. Her energy felt completely drained as it seemed like she was starting to feel sick.

Could demons get sick,? she thought wanting to just crawl in her bed. She sighed trying to think of what would make her feel better. Videogames immediately came to her mind but as she picked a random Xbox game, it didn’t seem to cheer her up either.  She wished that her sister or even Lou was around. Although she also didn’t really want them to see her like this and didn’t want to deal with others, they were the exceptions.

“Ugh.” She said frustrated throwing the controller. She heard a knock at the door, signing again.

I do not feel like dealing with people today, she thought reluctantly getting up wrapping the covers around her. Opening the door, she was surprised to see Lou and couldn’t help but smile. She also couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about how she looked wrapped around the covers and her messy hair.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She said trying to hide her smile and not give away too much. She looked at him as he seemed to be hiding something behind his back. He didn’t say it but he had actually missed her while she was away.

“Oh well.. I knew about your solo mission and heard you would home by now. I just wanted to check on you.” He said shyly as he then handed her the 20oz Pepsi he had behind his back,” I wanted to also give you this since I know you like it.”

She couldn’t help but hug him, he stood there at first shocked by her sudden hug. He had been so shocked that he had almost dropped the 20oz before hugging her back.

“Thank you.” She said.

“It’s just Pepsi.” He said with a slight chuckle

“No, not just that.” She said as she stopped hugging him becoming a little embarrassed by her actions.

“Sorry..just didn’t have a good day. Or a good week actually.” She then said breaking the awkwardness of the situation.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked her, Norian nodded letting him inside the house. As she told him about her troubles, she couldn’t believe how vulnerable she had started being around him. In some ways it was..nice.