Medic didn’t play the piano much anymore. He kept it as a relic of his happy childhood days. He’d look upon it sometimes and remember fondly how it had been his first love. How he’d sit on his father’s lap every Sunday afternoon and watch with awe as the man’s long, skilled fingers danced over all of the keys like lightning passed down from heaven. He’d remember the steadfast practice as his own, chubby fingers clumsily beat out the lackluster tune of “Chopsticks†– the joy that shone on his parents’ faces when he showed them the product of his hard work. All on this very same grand piano. Well, not this one, exactly. This one was actually very new – a meticulously crafted carbon copy of his family’s old, priceless wonder. That one couldn’t be salvaged after the war. But he still regarded this beauty with the same feeling of warmth and pride. But he hardly ever played. His true love was the violin and her sisters – the piano had only been a ways to meeting her. Maybe he shouldn’t have left it there for all those years, stopping by only to dust it and tune it in hopes that he’d “certainly play†this week or the next. Maybe it had grown lonely. Maybe that’s why, late at night, he was certain – certain – that he heard his old sweetheart echoing lonely melodies all by herself. ~~~~~~~ Lovingly dedicated to Donny. Was having a crap day, but he knows how to cheer a dude up. IF YA GET MY DRIFT, HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE WINK WINK. (Sorry - I couldn't resist - don't beat me up, you fine, redheaded stallion!) Anyways. Unlike Breaking Point, I have no idea where this thing will end up in the far future, but updates will likely be shorter and easier to come across since it's not all huge and elaborate... like. Also, ladies and women. Frequently. Just an FYI. Throwing it in afanfic just in case (you really never know).
colour me intrigued
Another story from TwoRefined!! Well, I'm not going to get any work done, I'll be stuck refreshing this and Breaking Point all day!! And just when I'm heading back to class too!!
Hm... the set-up is lovely-- sweet and melancholy. I'm interested in where it might go...
Suddenly, Medic jerked awake. “Scheiβe…†the German doctor hissed, scrambling for his glasses. He’d fallen asleep again. He’d tried staying up again to hear the music, but he always ended falling asleep. The battles each day really took it out of him, and he wasn’t as young has he once was. He didn’t want to wait beside the door to the music room – that would probably scare the mysterious trespasser off. He wanted to catch them in the act – whoever “they†were. He continued looking for a full minute before he realized he’d fallen asleep with them plastered on his face. Groaning at his own stupidity, he wriggled into his house shoes and threw on his robe in a hurry. Even as he followed the sound, he struggled to listen. In all his twenty-five years of musical study, he’d never heard anything like it. The notes were jumbled, haunting, frantic almost, with an inhuman ferocity, but always so unbearably soft. The first time he’d heard the music, he was certain he was only dreaming. It was always the same melody. He could never recall enough to recreate it, but he was certain it was always the same song. Yes, even as he drew closer, there was something so familiar about it. He crept down the hall leading to the music room silently. He didn’t want to alert whoever was playing. Even as he listened, he found himself in awe. Whoever was playing was wringing sounds out of that beautiful instrument he didn’t even know were possible. Instantly, he knew there would be no hope of recreating it. He thought of interrupting the performance to see his unwelcomed guest, but wanted – needed – them to finish first. He sat by the door, and listened to the marvel. The music increased in ferocity and swelled in tempo and volume, then there was a long run, and a fearsome, thunderous bellow from the old piano. A jump. Medic feared for half a second that it’d been broken. He was about to enter and put a stop to this nonsense, when there came a soft string of the melody once more at a much less frantic pace, lovingly and beautifully strung together like a pearl necklace. Then, silence. Medic held his breath. Here it was. The defining moment. He’d finally get to see who it was who made his old love sing with such ferocity and sorrow. He waited for something. Footsteps, the shuffle of musical sheets being gathered – any sign of life. There was nothing. The base was as silent as always. He could even hear the distant sound of crickets chirping through four feet of solid concrete. Puzzled, he opened the door. The room was completely devoid of life. ~~~~~~~ I know, I know. How DARE I update anything other than Breaking Point? Well, I wanted something a little different. Decided to give this old thing a look-over.
I like this!
Against my will, I am reminded of the archive in Amnesia. RUN MEDIC. RUN.
>>7 I was thinking the same thing. RUN, MEDIC!