CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Joan hadn't known her great grandmother very well. When Joan had been ten her great grandmother had been ninety two and dying. She had asked to speak to Jona one more time. Joan hadn't really wanted to. She'd always found her great grandmother scary and kind of racist. But her mum had insisted on it. So she'd gone up to the old woman's bed and sat there for a while. At first she thought her great grandmother was already dead and was too scared to move. But then she'd whspered something to her, in an old, raspy voice, barely getting the words out.
"Chloe is coming for you. When you're sixteen she will come. You will know she speaks the truth. You will know it's all a waste. Your mother knows. Her mother knows. They all know. Hahahaha, they all know!!!"
It had been the last thing her great grandmother had ever said.
It had freaked Joan the fuck out, of course. She'd told herself that the old woman had just been senile, that she'd been talking nonsense. But she'd seemed so damn sure. Who was Chloe? What was she coming to do?
It had taken her a few days but Joan finally plucked up the courage to ask her mother who Chloe was.
"What?" Her mother's face had turned pale, instantly. "I don't know. My gran was very sick, don't ask silly questions...just don't worry about it. Just...forget it." It had meant something to her, clearly. Chloe. Who was Chloe?
That had been six years ago. Joan had tried to put it from her mind as her sixteenth birthday approached. Her mother had started acting strange though, which Joan found odd. She'd wanted Joan to come home straight after school, to not go out alone...she'd said it was becasue there had been a murder in the area recently. But Joan wondered...
The day after her birthday she'd felt like going for a walk. She told her mother, who instantly looked worried. But Joan told her to relax, she wouldn't be alone, she was meeting her friend. So she'd gone out. She wasn't really meeting her friend. She just felt like walking. She wen to the park. There was a woman sitting on a bench, watching her.
"Hello, Joan," the lady said.
"Do I know you?" Joan asked, walking over. The woman patted the bench, wanting Joan to sit. For some reason she did so.
""I'm Chloe," she said. Joan felt a chill. She wanted to get up and run away, but found she couldn't stand.
"My great grandmother told me about you," she said, dumbly.
"Aww. I liked her. She died."
"Yes...she was very old."
"Not relatively speaking."
"I don't understand..."
"I'm a relative, Joan. So I can speak relatively."
"Who are you?"
"I walked this Earth five hundred years before you were born. I've seen the stars fade. I've been reborn. I served the Squidgod. I made love to him before he returned to the sea. I am beyond time, beyond you."
"The Squidgod...we learned about that in history class..."
"You're boring me already."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Oh! A bit of fire! I liked it. I've visited all the girls in your line. In my line."
"Are you saying you're...what?"
"I'm old, yes. I had children once. A daughter, I had a daughter. I loved her...for a while. She had children. I followed them. Down the female line. And I come to you every daughter, on your sixteenth birthday. To tell you the truth."
"What...what truth?"
"That it's all pointless. That I don't age, but you do. That you'll whither and die, just like your dear old great grandmother. It's all a waste. It will all be a waste. Every one of you is a waste."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I'm not a happy person and causing mistery to my dear relatives causes me some small amount of joy."
"I don't believe you."
"I'm not going to try to prove it. But it is true. You will know, in the end. You could ask your mother about me, or your grandmother if she's still alive. Heh, I remember she tried to punch me in the face..."
"She...she told me about that. About how she'd only raised her fists in anger once, to a woman...and she would say no more."
"She was better than you, but you're better than your mother. It's meaningless because you're all going to die anway, but I just thought I'd tell you."
"You'd have a lot of descendants! Why just come to us? Why just the girls along one line? There must be something important..."
"Nope! I selected you at random. It could have been any line. There's another line where I had sex with some of the boys. They had no idea they were fucking their great great great or whatever grandmother. I liked that."
"You're just some sick weirdo!"
"And your'e just going to die! I won't! Ever! LOSER!"
And Chloe stood up at that.
"Fucking bored now. Feel nothing. Still haven't found the Time Demon. Torturing you mortals isn't doing it or me. Maybe I'll try to be good now. Help people. Ha. That would be funny. Nothing means anything. Have a daughter, I'll ruin her life too."
But Joan stood up, finding her courage.
"Oh fuck you! FUCK YOU. I don't know who you are. Maybe everything you've said is true. If that's right...what a sad old cunt you are! You're immortal and you choose to spend your time scaring your grandaughters and fucking your grandsons? LAMEST IMMORTAL EVER! And maybe Gran didn't punch you...BUT I FUCKING WILL."
Joan took a swing, but Chloe ducked it effortlessly and moved behind Joan. She held her around the neck.
"Being immortal has given me plenty of time to learn how to fight. I could snap your neck right now, girl. But I won't..." Instead she shoved Joan onto the bench. "Because I'm choosing to be good now. I've given evil a try. Time to go save the world."
And she walked away without once looking back.
Joan sat on the bench for a long time, stubbornly trying to cry.
"Chloe is coming for you. When you're sixteen she will come. You will know she speaks the truth. You will know it's all a waste. Your mother knows. Her mother knows. They all know. Hahahaha, they all know!!!"
It had been the last thing her great grandmother had ever said.
It had freaked Joan the fuck out, of course. She'd told herself that the old woman had just been senile, that she'd been talking nonsense. But she'd seemed so damn sure. Who was Chloe? What was she coming to do?
It had taken her a few days but Joan finally plucked up the courage to ask her mother who Chloe was.
"What?" Her mother's face had turned pale, instantly. "I don't know. My gran was very sick, don't ask silly questions...just don't worry about it. Just...forget it." It had meant something to her, clearly. Chloe. Who was Chloe?
That had been six years ago. Joan had tried to put it from her mind as her sixteenth birthday approached. Her mother had started acting strange though, which Joan found odd. She'd wanted Joan to come home straight after school, to not go out alone...she'd said it was becasue there had been a murder in the area recently. But Joan wondered...
The day after her birthday she'd felt like going for a walk. She told her mother, who instantly looked worried. But Joan told her to relax, she wouldn't be alone, she was meeting her friend. So she'd gone out. She wasn't really meeting her friend. She just felt like walking. She wen to the park. There was a woman sitting on a bench, watching her.
"Hello, Joan," the lady said.
"Do I know you?" Joan asked, walking over. The woman patted the bench, wanting Joan to sit. For some reason she did so.
""I'm Chloe," she said. Joan felt a chill. She wanted to get up and run away, but found she couldn't stand.
"My great grandmother told me about you," she said, dumbly.
"Aww. I liked her. She died."
"Yes...she was very old."
"Not relatively speaking."
"I don't understand..."
"I'm a relative, Joan. So I can speak relatively."
"Who are you?"
"I walked this Earth five hundred years before you were born. I've seen the stars fade. I've been reborn. I served the Squidgod. I made love to him before he returned to the sea. I am beyond time, beyond you."
"The Squidgod...we learned about that in history class..."
"You're boring me already."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Oh! A bit of fire! I liked it. I've visited all the girls in your line. In my line."
"Are you saying you're...what?"
"I'm old, yes. I had children once. A daughter, I had a daughter. I loved her...for a while. She had children. I followed them. Down the female line. And I come to you every daughter, on your sixteenth birthday. To tell you the truth."
"What...what truth?"
"That it's all pointless. That I don't age, but you do. That you'll whither and die, just like your dear old great grandmother. It's all a waste. It will all be a waste. Every one of you is a waste."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I'm not a happy person and causing mistery to my dear relatives causes me some small amount of joy."
"I don't believe you."
"I'm not going to try to prove it. But it is true. You will know, in the end. You could ask your mother about me, or your grandmother if she's still alive. Heh, I remember she tried to punch me in the face..."
"She...she told me about that. About how she'd only raised her fists in anger once, to a woman...and she would say no more."
"She was better than you, but you're better than your mother. It's meaningless because you're all going to die anway, but I just thought I'd tell you."
"You'd have a lot of descendants! Why just come to us? Why just the girls along one line? There must be something important..."
"Nope! I selected you at random. It could have been any line. There's another line where I had sex with some of the boys. They had no idea they were fucking their great great great or whatever grandmother. I liked that."
"You're just some sick weirdo!"
"And your'e just going to die! I won't! Ever! LOSER!"
And Chloe stood up at that.
"Fucking bored now. Feel nothing. Still haven't found the Time Demon. Torturing you mortals isn't doing it or me. Maybe I'll try to be good now. Help people. Ha. That would be funny. Nothing means anything. Have a daughter, I'll ruin her life too."
But Joan stood up, finding her courage.
"Oh fuck you! FUCK YOU. I don't know who you are. Maybe everything you've said is true. If that's right...what a sad old cunt you are! You're immortal and you choose to spend your time scaring your grandaughters and fucking your grandsons? LAMEST IMMORTAL EVER! And maybe Gran didn't punch you...BUT I FUCKING WILL."
Joan took a swing, but Chloe ducked it effortlessly and moved behind Joan. She held her around the neck.
"Being immortal has given me plenty of time to learn how to fight. I could snap your neck right now, girl. But I won't..." Instead she shoved Joan onto the bench. "Because I'm choosing to be good now. I've given evil a try. Time to go save the world."
And she walked away without once looking back.
Joan sat on the bench for a long time, stubbornly trying to cry.