Post by Madamluna on Feb 18, 2004 21:56:38 GMT -5
This is a fanfic I wrote some time ago. It's actually a modified version of the original Forbidden Contract story, which isn't a songfic and can be found here if you don't like songfics, or if lyrics are distracting.
Usual Notices: this contains extremely light Lucatono romance, so light that it is nearly nonexistent unless viewed in the right mindset (either reading HH and CC in a row eight consecutive times, or being a Luna on too much sugar. Either treatment will produce the same symptoms). It's more like a strong friendship anyway. Also, this has Flacutono being torn apart by lions. If you can't deal with either of these things, feel free to go and do something else, like watch Homestar Runner.
For the rest of you: enjoy. I really like this piece, I think it's pretty good.
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Let this contract now be made
I’ll grant your wishes without fail ‘cause it’s so dear
Here, you sign your name. You can’t break at any cost
For this script by your trembling hand
Can you see it on these frozen sheets of white?
"You know..." Flacutono gave his partner a thin smile. "I think it might actually work this time."
"Oh, we haven't been able to capture them the last eight times. Obviously it's going to work this time, is that right?" Lucafont replied, stepping inside of the caravan.
Flacutono rolled his eyes. "Always the cynic. Well, when we get the Baudelaire fortune, I'm not going to share my part with you."
"Olaf's going to steal all of it anyway, probably." The hook-handed man laid down in one of the hammocks in the caravan, tipping his brown fedora over his eyes carefully with a curved hook. "He's selfish enough to."
Flacutono sat down on a bench in the small space. "You know...you're right," he sighed. "I've been thinking about what happened at Hiemlich Hospital."
"A lot of things happened at Hiemlich Hospital." Lucafont peered out at his companion from underneath his hat. "Do you mean our fight?"
"No, no, we got that settled." Flacutono shook his head. "I was thinking about...er, him. Or her. Or it. The androgynous one."
"...oh." Lucafont felt restless. He swung his legs over the edge of the hammock and started to pace around the room anxiously. "Well...I mean, I'm just assuming he, she, or it died. Do you know anyone who could survive a fire in a building like that?"
"The Baudelaires," Flacutono replied with a melancholy tone. "But that's besides the point. It unnerves me how Olaf didn't even care."
Lucafont paused. "You know him. He was in a hurry, that's all...we had to get out of there as soon as possible."
"But he threatened to leave us behind, too." Flacutono stood up and strode over to his friend, looking up at him, for Lucafont was much taller than he was. "I mean, things have been getting a lot more dangerous as of late. Olaf doesn't care for us, so we should be really careful."
"Well, Olaf mentioned getting some lions for Madame Lulu, but he'll keep them under control. He still has that whip. And they'll be in a really, really deep pit, too."
"That's not the point!" Flacutono exclaimed, exasperated. "What I'm sayingis that we need to be careful and look out for ourselves, because we know Olaf isn't going to. If something goes wrong this time, like in the hospital, we need to stay alive." He paused for a moment, looking like he suddenly forgot something. "...together."
"All right. If something goes wrong, before doing anything else, I'll find you, okay?" Lucafont replied, grinning. "And then we get the hell out of wherever we are. Safe and sound."
"Thanks," Flacutono said, looking relieved. "Even if it means Olaf leaves us behind, I want to stay with you, all right?"
"I know." Lucafont chuckled. "Now stop worrying. Everything's going to be fine this time, I'm sure..."
Your wet eyes show me the beauty of innocence that will never change
All reflected on the surface--who in the world will forgive you and them?
"Oh, Jesus...Jesus, no..." Lucafont backed away, feeling himself pushed and shoved by the teeming mass of humanity around him as he stared, mesmerized, into the lion's pit. "Christ, no..." The thought occured to him, far too late, to try and help...but...
Flacutono was being devoured right before his eyes. The pale skin was flecked with blood, in some places covered, drenched in it. Lucafont's view was hidden by the lions, and where it wasn't, he wished it was. The hysterical cries, screams that were almost words, sounds that were almost screams. Vainly a pale hand shot out and for but a moment he could see Flacutono trying to get himself free from the beasts (half of the skin on his face completely gone, God), wincing in pain, his eyes snapping to Lucafont's own, yelling something that he couldn't hear, but he had no doubt as to what it was. A cry for help that couldn't be offered by the one person who'd be able to give it in all other circumstances, staring uselessly down at a dying man screaming from a torn and bloody throat.
A pale hand jerked Lucafont back from where he was standing, perilously close, to the pit; and, his eyes still glued to the lions, he was half-pulled, half-dragged out of the tent.
"Oh, my God..." he moaned, panting. "I..."
Tocuna and Flo hushed him and handed him a torch, which he balanced in both of his hooks. "Shut up, Lucafont. You rather you'd have fallen in there instead? Now, come on. We've still got some work to do before we leave." Snickering callously, Tocuna touched the tent with the torch and it caught fire, the flames making their way up to the top of the tent. Lucafont watched the thick, black smoke billow upward into the bright red sky.
Cheeks go as pale as death and the rose fades away, almost like the icy steel
Terrible cries of pain you can't help giving--it haunts my heart
They dissolve in darkness right away.
"Well, that was exciting," Esme said, her dark red lips parting to reveal pearly teeth in a grin. "Olaf, dear, you outdid yourself that time. The lions were a marvelous idea."
Lucafont didn't think so at all.
He said nothing, sitting uncomfortably in the back of the car. He had tried to sleep, being immensely tired, but was unable to. The car bumped against the road, and the caravan in back made a terrible clatter; but most importantly, he couldn't bear to close his eyes. When he closed his eyes, he just saw the horrible visage of the mutilated Flacutono against the crimson darkness.
"Are you still moping about Madame Lulu? You shouldn't have gotten so attached to her," Flo rambled, examining her nails. "You didn't even know her for that l--"
Lucafont snapped. He grabbed Flo, pressing a hook against her throat, just--almost--hard enough to break the skin. "I couldn't have cared less about Madame Lulu!" he yelled. "I don't care about her at all..." She didn't talk; just stared at him, paralyzed, and Tocuna jerked his arm back, yelling at him.
Icily he broke her grip and stared out of the window. The smoke was blown into the distance, where the sky faded from red to a cloudless black.
For life's eternity, I did make a promise just for you
Then what do you pay me now?
Forbidden contract etched on your heart
No one knows it except you and me...
Usual Notices: this contains extremely light Lucatono romance, so light that it is nearly nonexistent unless viewed in the right mindset (either reading HH and CC in a row eight consecutive times, or being a Luna on too much sugar. Either treatment will produce the same symptoms). It's more like a strong friendship anyway. Also, this has Flacutono being torn apart by lions. If you can't deal with either of these things, feel free to go and do something else, like watch Homestar Runner.
For the rest of you: enjoy. I really like this piece, I think it's pretty good.
--
Let this contract now be made
I’ll grant your wishes without fail ‘cause it’s so dear
Here, you sign your name. You can’t break at any cost
For this script by your trembling hand
Can you see it on these frozen sheets of white?
"You know..." Flacutono gave his partner a thin smile. "I think it might actually work this time."
"Oh, we haven't been able to capture them the last eight times. Obviously it's going to work this time, is that right?" Lucafont replied, stepping inside of the caravan.
Flacutono rolled his eyes. "Always the cynic. Well, when we get the Baudelaire fortune, I'm not going to share my part with you."
"Olaf's going to steal all of it anyway, probably." The hook-handed man laid down in one of the hammocks in the caravan, tipping his brown fedora over his eyes carefully with a curved hook. "He's selfish enough to."
Flacutono sat down on a bench in the small space. "You know...you're right," he sighed. "I've been thinking about what happened at Hiemlich Hospital."
"A lot of things happened at Hiemlich Hospital." Lucafont peered out at his companion from underneath his hat. "Do you mean our fight?"
"No, no, we got that settled." Flacutono shook his head. "I was thinking about...er, him. Or her. Or it. The androgynous one."
"...oh." Lucafont felt restless. He swung his legs over the edge of the hammock and started to pace around the room anxiously. "Well...I mean, I'm just assuming he, she, or it died. Do you know anyone who could survive a fire in a building like that?"
"The Baudelaires," Flacutono replied with a melancholy tone. "But that's besides the point. It unnerves me how Olaf didn't even care."
Lucafont paused. "You know him. He was in a hurry, that's all...we had to get out of there as soon as possible."
"But he threatened to leave us behind, too." Flacutono stood up and strode over to his friend, looking up at him, for Lucafont was much taller than he was. "I mean, things have been getting a lot more dangerous as of late. Olaf doesn't care for us, so we should be really careful."
"Well, Olaf mentioned getting some lions for Madame Lulu, but he'll keep them under control. He still has that whip. And they'll be in a really, really deep pit, too."
"That's not the point!" Flacutono exclaimed, exasperated. "What I'm sayingis that we need to be careful and look out for ourselves, because we know Olaf isn't going to. If something goes wrong this time, like in the hospital, we need to stay alive." He paused for a moment, looking like he suddenly forgot something. "...together."
"All right. If something goes wrong, before doing anything else, I'll find you, okay?" Lucafont replied, grinning. "And then we get the hell out of wherever we are. Safe and sound."
"Thanks," Flacutono said, looking relieved. "Even if it means Olaf leaves us behind, I want to stay with you, all right?"
"I know." Lucafont chuckled. "Now stop worrying. Everything's going to be fine this time, I'm sure..."
Your wet eyes show me the beauty of innocence that will never change
All reflected on the surface--who in the world will forgive you and them?
"Oh, Jesus...Jesus, no..." Lucafont backed away, feeling himself pushed and shoved by the teeming mass of humanity around him as he stared, mesmerized, into the lion's pit. "Christ, no..." The thought occured to him, far too late, to try and help...but...
Flacutono was being devoured right before his eyes. The pale skin was flecked with blood, in some places covered, drenched in it. Lucafont's view was hidden by the lions, and where it wasn't, he wished it was. The hysterical cries, screams that were almost words, sounds that were almost screams. Vainly a pale hand shot out and for but a moment he could see Flacutono trying to get himself free from the beasts (half of the skin on his face completely gone, God), wincing in pain, his eyes snapping to Lucafont's own, yelling something that he couldn't hear, but he had no doubt as to what it was. A cry for help that couldn't be offered by the one person who'd be able to give it in all other circumstances, staring uselessly down at a dying man screaming from a torn and bloody throat.
A pale hand jerked Lucafont back from where he was standing, perilously close, to the pit; and, his eyes still glued to the lions, he was half-pulled, half-dragged out of the tent.
"Oh, my God..." he moaned, panting. "I..."
Tocuna and Flo hushed him and handed him a torch, which he balanced in both of his hooks. "Shut up, Lucafont. You rather you'd have fallen in there instead? Now, come on. We've still got some work to do before we leave." Snickering callously, Tocuna touched the tent with the torch and it caught fire, the flames making their way up to the top of the tent. Lucafont watched the thick, black smoke billow upward into the bright red sky.
Cheeks go as pale as death and the rose fades away, almost like the icy steel
Terrible cries of pain you can't help giving--it haunts my heart
They dissolve in darkness right away.
"Well, that was exciting," Esme said, her dark red lips parting to reveal pearly teeth in a grin. "Olaf, dear, you outdid yourself that time. The lions were a marvelous idea."
Lucafont didn't think so at all.
He said nothing, sitting uncomfortably in the back of the car. He had tried to sleep, being immensely tired, but was unable to. The car bumped against the road, and the caravan in back made a terrible clatter; but most importantly, he couldn't bear to close his eyes. When he closed his eyes, he just saw the horrible visage of the mutilated Flacutono against the crimson darkness.
"Are you still moping about Madame Lulu? You shouldn't have gotten so attached to her," Flo rambled, examining her nails. "You didn't even know her for that l--"
Lucafont snapped. He grabbed Flo, pressing a hook against her throat, just--almost--hard enough to break the skin. "I couldn't have cared less about Madame Lulu!" he yelled. "I don't care about her at all..." She didn't talk; just stared at him, paralyzed, and Tocuna jerked his arm back, yelling at him.
Icily he broke her grip and stared out of the window. The smoke was blown into the distance, where the sky faded from red to a cloudless black.
For life's eternity, I did make a promise just for you
Then what do you pay me now?
Forbidden contract etched on your heart
No one knows it except you and me...