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love is a battlefield (Extreme Ghostbusters)
Theme: Amnesty #25 - originally prompt #248 Mermaids
Title: love is a battlefield
Fandom: Extreme Ghostbusters (AU of the 17th episode "Sonic Youth")
Ratings/Warnings: PG13ish for Ghostbusters reasons/a near-drowning.
Summary: Kylie is alerted to a case in Central Park while the other Extreme Ghostbusters are out at a concert, and goes on her lonesome to stake it out. She gets surprised by what she finds.
Word Count: 757
Author's Note: Kinda wanted to take a crack at a sapphic Kylie while I get used to writing for here again - mostly because I remembered seeing this episode mentioned on the GB Fandom Wiki shortly after I returned. Also, the name of this one is based on the song of the same name (which kinda further inspired me, lmao) by Pat Benatar.
--
Kylie had heard the rumors surrounding Central Park's strange legends. The Ghostbuster had heard the warnings against listening to the siren's song - Kylie couldn't believe all that was coming from the reservoir "lakeside", from those visiting for the sake of summer fun. So.. the punk witch isn't sure why she bothers to look for the siren, PKE Meter in hand and her ears open just in case the Ecto-1 pops up with her friends to drive her back to the Firehouse.
-
(Maybe I should have gone to that concert with Roland,) Kylie groans inwardly as she sits by the reservoir at the edge of the South Gate House, her body sore from the lack of movement. Her dark hair is moved only by the gentle breeze which sends waves across the otherwise placid, clear water. Tired, Kylie opts to shut her eyes for the time being, lowering her head - there's a slight ache behind her eyes that she can easily attribute to the lack of sleep..
That is when she begins to hear the singing.
"We are strong - No one can tell us we're wrong."
Kylie raises her head, the song sounding familiar. She checks Roland's Walkman that she's borrowed for the vigil - it isn't playing right now. (So where's the song coming from..?)
"Searching our hearts for so long.. both of us knowing, love is a battlefield."
Then, the water ripples, and the voice continues to sing. By instinct, Kylie joins in, her voice not nearly as sweet as the first.
"You're making me go, then making me stay.."
"Why do you hurt me so bad?"
Kylie puts down the Walkman and slips the headphones off as she sees something emerge from the water, or rather, a someone. Her hair is a flaxen blonde Kylie has only seen on her professor, though the hair is straighter, soaked with water. The young woman's eyes are a crystal blue that captivates Kylie, and she raises pearl-covered hands as if seeking the witch's face.
"It would help me to know, do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you've had?"
Kylie joins in, the swimmer drawing herself closer by means Kylie can't see in the darkness. "Believe me, believe me - I can't tell you why. But I'm trapped by your love.."
The swimmer motions for the punk witch to lower down to her level, and then, she breathlessly sings in the same tone she has been the past few minutes.
"And I'm chained to your side.."
Kylie knows the hands cupping her face and soaking through her makeup are not natural hands. She can feel this is the voice that she's heard rumors about, but she doesn't stop listening, placing her much warmer hands on the scaled ones that keep her from swaying too badly. It's.. it's nice, feeling someone's hands like this, treating Kylie's whole self as if it is precious artwork. But she feels.. dizzy, like her blood is rushing to her head.
Things are getting too dim for Kylie to pay attention to, but then she hears something else against the soothing cold of the swimmer's voice, just as the swimmer begins to pull her down. (...Dr.. Spengler..?)
One second passes, and Kylie yelps as the swimmer cries out and lets go of her. Kylie still falls into the water. Two seconds pass, and she sees something that's incredibly weird in the seconds of the being sinking further into the water. Three seconds, and those scale covered hands press against the small of her back, forcing her mouth and ears and a lot of her front torso back to open water. She coughs as she's rapidly brought toward a broken part of the fence surrounding the reservoir, seeing one more thing as she coughs up water once more.
(A .. fish tail...)
-
Kylie groggily wakes up at the Firehouse barracks, a PKE sensor on her forehead and dry clothes on instead of the soaked ones she remembers having on. Kylie blinks back to awareness, sitting up with somewhat of a struggle seeing as her arms tremble with the motion. Realizing her teammates and friends aren't here, she gingerly gets out of bed and stares out the window, towards Central Park, and the vague memories of the mermaid she saw echoes in her mind.
The punk witch remembers now - she'd met the siren while waiting for her to appear, probably was mesmerized somehow through the song or maybe by touch.. But Kylie finds it funny.
She can't forget the sound of the mermaid's voice.
Title: love is a battlefield
Fandom: Extreme Ghostbusters (AU of the 17th episode "Sonic Youth")
Ratings/Warnings: PG13ish for Ghostbusters reasons/a near-drowning.
Summary: Kylie is alerted to a case in Central Park while the other Extreme Ghostbusters are out at a concert, and goes on her lonesome to stake it out. She gets surprised by what she finds.
Word Count: 757
Author's Note: Kinda wanted to take a crack at a sapphic Kylie while I get used to writing for here again - mostly because I remembered seeing this episode mentioned on the GB Fandom Wiki shortly after I returned. Also, the name of this one is based on the song of the same name (which kinda further inspired me, lmao) by Pat Benatar.
--
Kylie had heard the rumors surrounding Central Park's strange legends. The Ghostbuster had heard the warnings against listening to the siren's song - Kylie couldn't believe all that was coming from the reservoir "lakeside", from those visiting for the sake of summer fun. So.. the punk witch isn't sure why she bothers to look for the siren, PKE Meter in hand and her ears open just in case the Ecto-1 pops up with her friends to drive her back to the Firehouse.
-
(Maybe I should have gone to that concert with Roland,) Kylie groans inwardly as she sits by the reservoir at the edge of the South Gate House, her body sore from the lack of movement. Her dark hair is moved only by the gentle breeze which sends waves across the otherwise placid, clear water. Tired, Kylie opts to shut her eyes for the time being, lowering her head - there's a slight ache behind her eyes that she can easily attribute to the lack of sleep..
That is when she begins to hear the singing.
"We are strong - No one can tell us we're wrong."
Kylie raises her head, the song sounding familiar. She checks Roland's Walkman that she's borrowed for the vigil - it isn't playing right now. (So where's the song coming from..?)
"Searching our hearts for so long.. both of us knowing, love is a battlefield."
Then, the water ripples, and the voice continues to sing. By instinct, Kylie joins in, her voice not nearly as sweet as the first.
"You're making me go, then making me stay.."
"Why do you hurt me so bad?"
Kylie puts down the Walkman and slips the headphones off as she sees something emerge from the water, or rather, a someone. Her hair is a flaxen blonde Kylie has only seen on her professor, though the hair is straighter, soaked with water. The young woman's eyes are a crystal blue that captivates Kylie, and she raises pearl-covered hands as if seeking the witch's face.
"It would help me to know, do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you've had?"
Kylie joins in, the swimmer drawing herself closer by means Kylie can't see in the darkness. "Believe me, believe me - I can't tell you why. But I'm trapped by your love.."
The swimmer motions for the punk witch to lower down to her level, and then, she breathlessly sings in the same tone she has been the past few minutes.
"And I'm chained to your side.."
Kylie knows the hands cupping her face and soaking through her makeup are not natural hands. She can feel this is the voice that she's heard rumors about, but she doesn't stop listening, placing her much warmer hands on the scaled ones that keep her from swaying too badly. It's.. it's nice, feeling someone's hands like this, treating Kylie's whole self as if it is precious artwork. But she feels.. dizzy, like her blood is rushing to her head.
Things are getting too dim for Kylie to pay attention to, but then she hears something else against the soothing cold of the swimmer's voice, just as the swimmer begins to pull her down. (...Dr.. Spengler..?)
One second passes, and Kylie yelps as the swimmer cries out and lets go of her. Kylie still falls into the water. Two seconds pass, and she sees something that's incredibly weird in the seconds of the being sinking further into the water. Three seconds, and those scale covered hands press against the small of her back, forcing her mouth and ears and a lot of her front torso back to open water. She coughs as she's rapidly brought toward a broken part of the fence surrounding the reservoir, seeing one more thing as she coughs up water once more.
(A .. fish tail...)
-
Kylie groggily wakes up at the Firehouse barracks, a PKE sensor on her forehead and dry clothes on instead of the soaked ones she remembers having on. Kylie blinks back to awareness, sitting up with somewhat of a struggle seeing as her arms tremble with the motion. Realizing her teammates and friends aren't here, she gingerly gets out of bed and stares out the window, towards Central Park, and the vague memories of the mermaid she saw echoes in her mind.
The punk witch remembers now - she'd met the siren while waiting for her to appear, probably was mesmerized somehow through the song or maybe by touch.. But Kylie finds it funny.
She can't forget the sound of the mermaid's voice.