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PToE: Subconsciousness

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*~ Periodic Table of Elements ~*


Side-Story 3: Subconsciousness</i>
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Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The familiar cradle of the office's beige carpet kept Nioblum's body from falling through infinity with every kick to his torso.
Even so his body rocked with a steady rhythm on the floor.
It was best to stay quiet, completely silent, when Scandium had one of his tantrums.
And with one eye already swelling shut, he could only see the blood pooling into a puddle on the carpet from his nose. The deep red invading the light fibers and mixing into a stain.
Nioblum couldn't quite remember, but he didn't remember doing anything particularly wrong. But then again, the mafia boss of their family didn't need a reason to do what he did.
Espeically when it came to Nioblum.
After awhile he'd learned to block out a portion of the pain. And he quickly learned any noise would only invoke something worse. So instead Nioblum dove deep into his memories at these times. He reminisced, the old memories, the ones that he usually kept in the back of his mind on a normal day because they hurt to much to bring up.
But the memories didn't hurt so much when his ribs were cracking.
So he indulged himself in the sweetness of childhood.


7 years ago
"But....he's scary."
A delicate face rippled into exsistance. One quite like Nioblum's own, though female and with higher cheekbones than he. "Go Nioblum." the woman smiled and nudged him forward. "Go say hello to your older brother."
But he clung to the woman, his leech-like nature not easily relinquished. "If he is my brother than why doesn't he live at our house?"
He glanced at the taller, darker-haired boy talking to a man he didn't reconize. The woman, Nioblum's mother, looked to the man beside the other youth as well, quite thoughtfully, but then turned her emerald gaze back to Nioblum. "It is very......difficult sweetheart. But Zirconium doesn't have any siblings except for you. Doesn't it make you happy? To have a brother?"
Nioblum mashed his lips together and looked away from his mother. "I suppose so." He felt his mother usher him closer till he was under the looming face of Zirconium, his "brother", or so claimed his mother.
Zirconium kept a level face and his eyes went on in a darkness that lasted forever.
Nioblum stood timid and quiet as the eyes of the older seemed to bore into him.
"Nioblum?"
A sword of pure terror pierced his gut and Nioblum could only nod slightly.
But then shock was replaced by surprise as his supposed brother pushed back his hair and kissed his forehead gently.
"I am Zirconium. Your six years old right? Well im older than you so that makes you my little brother. So ill protect you from now on 'kay?"



Was there anything later than that?
Was that the only thing that was settled into the back of his mind on a daily basis? There was too much he couldn't remember, and too much that would only add to the pain collecting on his flesh.


4 years ago
Zirconium was skipping rocks again. This time against the pond in the backyard.
Nioblum lay on his stomach, staring into the disrupted pool of liquid while running his hand through the crystal surface.
"Hey Zirconium? How come you don't live here with mommy, daddy, and me?"
A rock smashed through the pond, not skipping once as Zirconium's steady pattern faltered. He placed the remaining rocks in his palm down and sat next to Nioblum.
"Because that man in your house is not my father."
Nioblum blinked in disbelief. "But how come?"
Zirconium's face was level but his voice bordered upon anger.
"Because your only half my brother."
Nioblum froze, his hand slumping into the water.
"Only..........half?"



There was only one last memory.
The one that came to him in dreams. The one that escaped the jail he'd locked it inside of in his brain.
It haunted him, a spector that tortured him even at the happiest of times.
That last memory....


2 years ago
A nightmare.
But how? His eyes were open. He couldn't wake up.
He'd tried and tried but no avail. It was all real.
The smell of metal, blood, and singed flesh rose into his nostrils.
His body shook with an anguish he'd never known as his eyes traced over the burning highway in disbelief.
Cars lay sprawled around, flames licking around and over anything delectable, and two semi-truck's fell over each other with forceably discarded cargo.
And then there were people.
Corpses. Bodies.
Everywhere.
Then lastly the sound of his own desolate screaming over the lifeless highway.



A swift kick to a new area quickly disturbed all the concentration Nioblum had when diving into his subconscious. He let out a shallow whimper, dazed from the sudden warp to his twisted reality.
He started coughing, hearing a crack from his insides, his eyes tearing up again.
"You better stop brother."
The voice from the side of the boss's desk chimed, Titanium no doubt.
"He started crying again."
Shined shoes walked into Nioblum's hazy view, and suddenly they were on his head, moving it head back and forth.
"Shame how time flies."
The smooth and emotionally flawless voice of Scandium pricked at Nioblum's ears and halted his every movement.
"And blood all over the carpet."
He sounded genuinely concerned and made a tsking sound.
Titanium shuffled in the background, "Ill call the cleaner."
Scandium turned his back to Nioblum, facing the door to the office. "And don't bother coming to dinner young man." A mocking chuckle lit the room. "Naughty children tend to go to bed without supper."
Scandium walks away and Nioblum's heartbeat only excelerates as thoughts and questions filled his head all at once.
'What might have happened if the highway wreck hadn't happened?'
'What if Zirconium never kissed my forehead and said hello to me?'
'What if this personal hell of mine didn't exsist? Would Zirconium still be my brother? Even if it was only half......half is all a need.'

And then the world goes black.

PToE = Periodic Table of Elements
Alternate Title: Reminsce at your own Risk
I had this written down for a long time but never put it up since i didnt like it for awhile.
It probably needs a mature warning.....but im not going to put it up.
If your still reading it by the second part then its your own fault.
Featuring characters from the mafioso rp between myself and ~paininja and yes the different crime families are the catergories of elements (Metals, Non-Metals, etc.)
This one's sad...ish. Anything concerning Nioblum is depressing i guess. Scandium doesnt add any rainbows either.
Im putting up a list because i tag you to make another one Pai!
I demand it ~ <3

Side-Story 1: [Stormy Afternoon]
Side-Story 2: [A Soldier's Day]

Titanium, Zirconium © ~paininja
Nioblum, Scandium © ~Tesuway-chan
© 2009 - 2024 Tesuway-chan
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This.
IS.
SO.
FUCKIN SAD.
I love how you portrayed Zirconium.
And Nioblum that poor child I just want to hug him ;A;
SCANDIUM IS A BITCH. *STABS*
Titanium is no better but thats besides the point xD
Wonderful job hun ~ I'll start working on mine right away then c: