http://greenforgreen.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] greenforgreen.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] wl_fanfiction2010-10-28 01:02 pm

Pars Altera: Halloween Fic

Title: Pars Altera
Pairings: friendship Ryan/Colin, hints of Greg/Jeff
Rating: T for character death, graphic scenes, and language
Summary: A Halloween party isn’t what it seems. Colin POV. AU (if it wasn’t AU, then I’d cry)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; it is not to slander, degrade, or harm the people mention in this story.

Okay this is a terribly sad story. Please forgive me. It based off of Prompt #7 (I think, lol can't se the pic right now) which features a graveyard scene. You guys read on with caution. Also if anyone can figure out what the title means and what language, you get a special prize!


Onward readers, if you dare...





The moon was high over the city and shone down on the glorious night that was Halloween. It was a night of mystery and jubilation as youngsters and adults alike were dressed in cheap costumes or incredible disguises. Parties and door to door candy begging was just the innocent parts of the night. As the hours would pass, creatures of night would walk among the earth. For now the earth was clean of darkness and night was daylight.
A dark figure walked down the empty street in a fast pace. He was running late to the party and couldn't be bothered by the many shouts of “trick or treat” a street over. The figure stopped and checked his watch: eight o'clock. Perfect. He'd arrive just on time if he just kept walking without tripping on his costume. He cursed himself for borrowing his friend's trench coat and not going to buy his own; the damn thing, unless suffocating him, didn't stay on and it made him rage a constant battle with the dragging tail.

“'Go as Sherlock Holmes! It's quick and easy to put together,'” he mocked his friend and shook his head.

Colin wasn't thinking about even coming to this party. He wanted to catch up with the classic horrors as he was curled up with Deb on the sofa. It was going to be their first Halloween without Luke and after that boy raising the dead every October 31st; he just wanted a quiet holiday of candy duty and the good horror movies from back in the day. Instead he was out in the streets after dark and he was getting a sudden case of Film Noir as he jammed his hands into the trench coat pockets.

Suddenly something ran out in front of him as he passed a street sign. It was small with glowing pumpkin eyes; its tail swished back and forth as he stared at the man. Colin smiled and remembered the term “If a black cat crosses your path...” It was just a silly superstition. The man nodded to the cat, but the creature stared at him menacingly as if he didn’t below on his corner. He walked passed it and suddenly the black cat hissed warningly at him. The man jumped and stared down confusingly at the creature. Loud hisses and angry mews were thrown at Colin as the cat backed away from him. It made Colin nervous. He wasn’t about to be late all because a damn cat attacked him.

“G-go on! Get out of here,” Colin stomped after him and the animal shot off in a fury.

He sighed and rolled his eyes before going back in the direction he was originally. Maybe he should have called it a night, but Ryan was persistent. The taller man could talk Colin into getting in a cannon, even if he ended up inside the barrel with him. Colin knew that Ryan didn't want to go alone, even if it was with the old Whose line bunch. He just needed someone who he could talk to and help him avoid getting pulled into a stupid stunt. He was the only reason Colin would even consider going to the party.
The balding man sighed. Where was the house? Drew left horrible directions to his new home. He just moved in quite recently and even the portly man didn’t know it was his right away when driving by. Leave it to Colin to be the last one to these things. He settled on that it was better to be fashionably late; it was a positive way to look at it.

Finally Colin made it to his destination and what a sight it was!

The Drew's house was lit up with orange and eerie green lights set up around the windows and lawn. A miniature graveyard, complete with false celebrity names, were set under a small grove of trees. Table cloth and bed sheet ghosts hung around the trees and roof of the house while spider webs by the miles were strewn over the clean cut bushes and railing of the veranda. On the porch there were some rocking chairs added with two dummies dressed as a vampire and a creepy scarecrow. There was even a barrel with two drinks on it to complete the scene. Colin was impressed, but was surprised that there were no costumed children banging on the door demanding candy. He suddenly realized and laughed; he couldn't imagine Drew giving out candy. Booze maybe, but not candy.

Colin walked up the sidewalk, his shoes lightly tapping on the concrete. He blinked as he got closer to the door; the lights were bright and there was so many of them that Colin knew he'd go blind before he reached the door. He stepped carefully on top of the veranda and reached out for the door...

Suddenly... he froze....

A horrible chill ran down his spine.

It was rough and quick and it disturbed Colin.

Another harsh shudder shook the man and he closed his eyes tightly, waiting for it to pass. He let out some air and tried to forget the sensation. A hand reached up and tapped on the door, but he knew it would take more than that. He could hear the music on the other side. Colin pressed the doorbell and waited patiently, not taking his eyes off the door.

He didn't notice when the scarecrow turned its head...

“Geez, let me in, someone!” Colin called out and rang the doorbell again irritatedly.

The scarecrow then stood up and moved slowly and carefully to the older man, silently like a cat. Colin still didn't notice as he rang again. He stepped back and thought perhaps they were all in the backyard or something. He sighed and went to turn around. The scarecrow stopped by a post, leaning against it stiffly as if he was stuck there. Colin looked up and he jumped some. He laughed softly and figured his mind was going crazy; the scarecrow must have been there the entire time... right? Colin's brown eyes shifted to the scarecrow then the steps and he continued walking.

The scarecrow watched him and suddenly jumped the veranda in the man's way! Colin let out a shriek and dropped his hat as he ran back straight into a mess of fake webbing. Colin yelled for help as he continued getting tangled in the fibers and stared up, frightened, at the live scarecrow. The being walked slowly to the older man; his blank face staring into Colin, as if he could see into his soul. Colin yelled out again and shielded his face, begging it not to hurt him.

Suddenly the scarecrow scoffed and started laughing. Colin put down his arms and stared up into its face. He glared when he realized it was a stupid practical joke.

“Glad you came Colin!” came a cheerful voice. “Sorry I scared ya, but damn that was priceless!”

Colin was helped up by “the scarecrow” and suddenly, Colin angrily pushed him back. He was really scared from the intense feeling at the door and the asshole just made it a helluva lot worse. It laughed at the move and its gloved hands reached up to pull off the burlap. Jeff Davis laughed louder and grinned, making Colin want to punch that smug smile off his face. He panted from the episode and still held that death glare.

“You almost gave me a heart attack! Don't do that ever again, Jeff!”

“I'm sorry. I did that to everyone tonight. You should have seen Chip. I actually chased him up the tree before Wayne tripped me from behind a gravestone,” Jeff looked proud at his boyish game, but Colin wasn't impressed.

“You're going to kill somebody before this night's out. Now I know why scarecrows are considered to not have brains,” Colin spoke and it made Jeff cross his arms. “So where is everyone?”

Jeff nodded and pointed around the back, as Colin predicted. The younger man led Colin through a trail of green and purple light then into the gated yard. Banners and mini tiki torches where set up around the patio where Drew was grilling out the food. He looked up seeing Colin enter with Jeff and he waved his spatula. Colin gave an amused smirk when he saw a tiny alien and blood seep from an open wound on his gut.

“I sure hope he isn't cooking,” Colin said while pointing to Drew's “friend”.

“Oh come on Colin, he serves the best food on this end of the galaxy."

“Yeah, tell that to Ripley.”

Drew gave a chuckle and continued with his cooking. Deciding to make himself comfortable, Colin moved over to the drinks. Greg stood there with Wayne, both in costume. Wayne was dressed as a deceased construction worker; his face paled out with powder and red blood splatters all over his ratty work clothes. Greg took a more classic vampire approach, wearing a tux and cape like Bela Lugosi. The count raised an eyebrow at Colin's presence, noting his recognizable costume.

“So, who killed whom Mr. Holmes?” Greg asked him in a serious tone, but he held a smirk.

“A Mr. Colin Mochrie was 'attempting' to kill Jeff Davis for pulling that stunt out on the front porch.”

Greg and Wayne started laughing as Colin pulled out a beer. They both had gone through the same treatment by the young man and could only imagine what cruel thing he did to the balding man.

“Don't feel special, man. He got all of us. I think Drew set him up to it.”

“He scared the hell out of me,” Wayne replied. “I came over with Chip and he started following us like he was Michael Myers or something. He suddenly grabbed Chip and he took of like he was on fire!”

Suddenly, another chill ran up Colin's spine, but he dismissed it as the wind. Popping the can, he drank the alcohol and looked around. Ryan wasn't there. Actually, it was only the five of them out there. Colin sat down across from Greg and Wayne on the picnic table. He nonchalantly looked around before speaking.

“Where's everyone at? If I was forced to come out here, I'd like to know where Ryan is.”

“Well he and Chip are inside. Brad isn't coming he said,” Greg replied and tried to find an easier way to drink with the fangs wedged into his mouth.

Colin blinked and looked at him with a surprised look. “Really? I figured he would. It's not like him to pass up a party.”

Greg shrugged and moved on to make sure Drew didn't need help. Colin watched as the cook pushed the vampire away and prosecuted him as a horrible cook. Greg put his hands to his hips in a dramatic way and made a face behind Drew's back before retreating out to the yard were Jeff was. The detective chuckled at the sight before going inside to hunt after his tall friend.

Colin entered the dimly lit house and had to wince a bit at the loud music. After the initial shock of the Time Warp, he drank his beer, admiring the decorations Drew put up. Streamers, a few bats, and a disco ball made it look like a junior Halloween Dance, than a party for a group of friends. Honestly the whole house was a giant light bulb and walking around the many electrical cables was walking on eggshells. Colin tried his hardest to not trip and cause the entire place to black out. Moving around the sofa, Colin moved to the hallway where the kitchen light was on. The detective smiled and walked down there eager to see Ryan's costume. The taller man said he had trouble finding one; he was tired of the Frankenstein jokes, but he did fit the mold for the gigantic monster.

The man laughed to himself for poor Ryan; it must be a burden on him to be so tall.

Suddenly, his thoughts were disrupted by a smell. It was a dull, burning scent and his caused his eyes to water. He coughed and rational thought told him that Chip and Ryan were probably burning something in the kitchen. It wasn't until Colin heard a crunching noise that something was terribly wrong. His wide eyes slowly looked up and blinked. Colin gasped as the hallway suddenly changed into a horrific passage of fire and falling debris! The man panicked as the smoke filled his lungs and the incredible heat burned against his skin. He coughed heavily and suddenly started yelling for help, but he couldn't hear his own voice in the roar of the flames.

He covered his eyes as the fire's intensity grew.

He screamed one last time.

“Col? Colin? What the hell is wrong?”

Colin opened his eyes and looked straight into the emerald ones of Ryan Stiles. The shorter man blinked and looked around. The hallway was back to normal... no flames... no smoke... Ryan looked at his friend and began to worry as his face turned a pale color. The poor guy looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

“Col? Are you okay?” Ryan asked him, not removing his hand from his trembling shoulder.

Colin slowed his breath and looked up at Ryan again, feeling embarrassed and scared. Chip ran back inside the kitchen and returned with some water. Colin took it gratefully and began drinking it. His nerves were soothed, but only slightly. He coughed before speaking.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I thought I saw something...”

“Well you certainly got us scared. Chip thought he started a fire.”

Colin looked over at Chip, who was standing in the doorway now. He was wearing a suit with devil horns and a phony tail and his face adorned with a look of fright. Colin gulped and slowly let out more air. What was that? The fire looked so real; he could feel the heat… and smell the smoke. It was just... horrible... and disturbing. What ever it was... it must have been a warning or some sick joke. Colin lightly moved away from Ryan's grasp, but hid his nervousness with a subtle smile.

“I told you about Chip and his fetish for danger. He's going to kill us all for a thrill.”

“Hey! I resent that. I can’t help it if this devil wants to turn up the heat,” Chip retorted and disappeared back into the kitchen.

That lightened the air around the men and they moved on to what they were previously doing. Colin followed the other two into the kitchen. The stove held more pots than one could count, filled with meatballs and cocktail weenies. It smelled really good and Colin realized how hungry he really was. The men talked about how things were and about things they did that day before coming. Colin nodded and went to speak, but his mind became blank. He didn’t really remember what new things he’d been doing.

Colin, instead, took the time to figure out what Ryan was. The tall man wasn't Frankenstein, but he had such an ambiguous costume he didn't know what he was. It wasn't until Ryan turned around that Colin realized he'd been staring a bit too hard for too long.

Ryan just gave a teasing smile and looked at Colin.

“Figured me out yet? Work those detective skills into good use.”

“This isn't a game of Party Quirks, Ryan,” Colin replied and shook his head, giving up with a shrug.

Ryan held up and finger before brushing passed him. Colin gave a soft shudder at the feeling and turned to see what the taller was going to bring out. Ryan was at the dining room table where everyone left their food contributions and bags at. The tall man reached into a plastic bag and pulled out a mask. Colin scoffed and shook his head when Ryan slipped it on.

“Honestly Ry? A goalie mask? That's so clichéd for Halloween.”

“It's the only thing I felt alright in. Pat didn't like it either. She said I should've went as an inmate or something.”

“An inmate would suit you better.”

Ryan chuckled and moved to go outside. Colin found himself staying close to him, not wanting to leave him after the incident in the hallway. It was too real to be taken as a joke or hallucination. He just knew something was happening. Colin wasn't the type of man to have these problems; he was down to earth and didn't make shit up when he wasn't on stage. He also didn't do anything other than cigarettes and alcohol.

It just confused him more to think about it.

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“Come and Get it!”

Drew passed out burgers and hotdogs to his guests. They fought over the condiments and bags of chips like little kids. Colin moved out of the way as Jeff and Chip fought over the ketchup, which eventually ended up all over the younger's overalls. Wayne proceeded to play on the joke by wiping his burger on the thick stain and going off, leaving Jeff laughing hard. Ryan sat down finally and patted the spot next to him for Colin to sit there before someone else took it. Content with food and alcohol, everyone went around spreading jokes and stories. Colin felt tremendously better than he did and laughed with the others.

Suddenly, a familiar tune played on the stereo. Wayne stood up and started bopping his head.

“Oh yeah! Who wants to do the Thriller here?” it was an invitation as well as a challenge.

Chip and Jeff stood up accepting. “You're going down Wayne!”

The three of them stood up when the music started. Ryan whistled and rambled on about a dinner and show. They all started laughing when the three started dancing; they really got into it. Greg started laughing and poking fun at them, making the three glare at him. Jeff moved to him, still keeping the rhythm of the song, and looked down at him.

“Why don't you come up here then?” he questioned the older man, matching Greg's cynical look with his own.

“I. Do. Not. Dance,” Greg enunciated every word and stubbornly crossed his arms.

Everyone booed and ushered Greg to get up there, but he refused to do so. It wasn't until Jeff grabbed his arms and forced him up. The older man's mouth dropped as he fought his way to sit down, but the younger stood in his way. As the chorus of the song began, Greg was, as predicted, totally lost. He was going the opposite way from the other three and wasn't doing any of the motions right. Everyone laughed leaving the man embarrassed and about to sit down when Jeff came back to his rescue. He put his hands on his shoulders and moved them to help Greg get into the rhythm of the song. Colin noticed the sudden mood change when the younger pressed against Greg to help him dance and smirked.

“Seems Greg likes dancing now,” he commented to Ryan.

“Don't blame him. That's how he started liking ballet, when someone was groping him.”

Colin laughed and drank from the can while watching the four continue the dance. He smiled as he watch Jeff and Greg go at it, seems like the latter wanted to find every chance he could get for the younger to touch him. Suddenly, Colin's vision slowed and he felt like he had vertigo. He watched as the song ended and Jeff reached out to Greg. Only... the hand wasn't pale flesh...

The room became smoky again as Colin watch in horror as Jeff and Greg joked around, but as burnt beings and distortion that made his stomach clench in disgust. Colin blinked and looked around, the entire room was engulfed in flames and the fire reflected in his wide brown eyes. He found himself pushing himself away from the table and falling down into the ashes and small embers. Whimpering he tries to get up as wood falls down all around him. Suddenly he tripped and fell on the floor. He hyperventilated and felt his erratic heartbeat on his chest. Everything was in slow motion and he knew he was getting vertigo with the sudden images mixed with the dream-like state.

“Col? COLIN!”

Colin looked up and suddenly screamed as he looked into the smoldered face of Ryan. Muscle and bones shaped his handsome face and his hair was black and split. Colin pushed himself away and tried to get up, but he was frozen in fear.

“Colin?!”

The older man shook his head, not wanting to look up at Ryan. He didn't want to see the death and decay on his dear friend's face. Warm hands suddenly touched his cheeks and pulled his face to look at him. Colin's eyelid's fluttered and he sighed when he looked into Ryan's normal, not burnt face. Shock overtook him as he looked around at the others, who were circled around him; all of them were unharmed, but concerned over their friend. Ryan pulled him up and an awkward silence overtook the room. Colin felt his pale face grow red and he crossed his arms, holding himself to calm his own nerves. As if he read his mind, Ryan led them out of the room as Drew tried to direct their attention away from Colin. The shorter man allowed himself to be taken to a back room and his friend shut the door behind them. Ryan pulled off his mask and tossed it on the mattress before kneeling in front of Colin, determined to find out what was wrong with his friend.

“Col? Are you alright? This isn't like you to freak out like that.”

“No... I'm not. I'm not feeling well and I shouldn't have come, Ry,” Colin managed to say and he covered his eyes, rubbing them from the anxiety.

Ryan sighed and moved to sit next to him. He waited and waited until Colin spoke again; he didn't want to leave him alone or force him back out in this unstable condition. The shorter man sighed and pulled the detective’s cap from his head. The visions kept returning in his brain and he was sure he'd just explode on the spot. He had to tell Ryan what was up.

“Fire.... there was... fire... everywhere.”

Ryan blinked and faced his friend, confused at what he said.

“You're seeing fire? Damn, maybe you should leave, get some rest ya know?”

Colin nodded, but that wasn't enough. He felt uneasy, like something was going to happen. Maybe... he was seeing the future! Yeah, like that one movie... maybe something was going to happen at the party and only he knew about it. He had to call Deb and tell her he was coming home soon. Colin stood up and Ryan watched as he pulled out his phone. He quickly found her name in his contacts and pressed the button. The taller man watched intently as Colin whispered to himself, trying to get his wife on the phone and quickly. Colin just had to hear Deb’s voice and he would feel at ease.
He placed the phone on his ears and waited... and waited...

“Hello this is Debra.”

Colin sighed in relief. “Deb, darling it's me. I-”

“I cannot come to the phone right now, but please leave a message and I'll try to come back.”

Colin groaned and closed the phone, muttering a string of curses. Ryan stood up, worried now that things were going to get worse. He placed his hand on Colin's shoulder, reassuring him that he's going along with things. The shorter man sighed and looked up at Ryan, smiling some. He was going to get everyone out before that fire started.

“Come on Ryan, we need to crash a party.”

Ryan blinked and looked irritated at Colin. He wasn’t about to leave all because of a few images. Colin knew that these weren’t just pictures in his brain; these were real visions! It was a horrible feeling to be this defenseless but the shorter man had to convince his tall friend to go along with this.

“Ry, please… I’m seeing the future or something,” the tone in his voice was shaky and truly scared. “I don’t want to see you guys die all because I ignored a warning.”

The tall man sighed and went to speak, but suddenly he was pulled out of the room by Colin as they made their way downstairs. He didn’t want to hear his taller friend’s words. Colin already had the plan stuck in his head; he'd make up a lie about something and get them out to safety. Hopefully Deb would be back the next time he called. By then he'd be on his way knowing the others weren't burnt to crisps.

___________

“Hell no, everything's fine here! I'm not forcing these guys out all because Colin's been seeing things.”

Ryan and Colin stood in the kitchen with Drew, who was slightly tipsy from the night's booze. Colin was off away from the other two, growing ever more anxious at the possible future. Ryan decided to play as Colin's voice and tried to convince the portly man that they were in danger. His words though were unsure and questioned itself of Colin’s sanity. He honestly tried to be convincing. But Drew wouldn't have it, in his eyes they were safe and Colin was just having an episode or something.

“All because he can't enjoy a holiday, doesn't mean the rest of us will. I'm having my party and that's final,” he continued and drank the rest of his beer.

“Drew, come on! You know Colin! He doesn't make shit up like this,” Ryan practically barked at him. “He's a good guy and he cares about what happens to us, so I say let's get the fuck out of here.”

Drew tossed the can away and decided to play a childish game of the cold shoulder, by walking away into the living room. Ryan hurried off after him, leaving Colin alone. The older man sighed and leaned against the counter, rubbing his head tiredly. He just wanted to get out of there before something blows up, literally. Everything seemed to be against him that night: the cat… the others… Deb. He coughed slightly and paced the kitchen, letting rational thought take over. He was scared beyond his mind. This premonition he kept witnessing was slowing eating him up on the inside. At the same time, he felt like he’s seen this before. It was a harsh case of déjà vu and Colin couldn’t ignore it if he tried. He had to get his friends out at all costs. If convincing didn't work, then... maybe a fake fire alarm would! He could set off the alarm on purpose and get everyone freaking out. Colin smiled and reached into a drawer to pull out a lighter. He stared into it as he lit the end and looked up at the fire alarm over the kitchen doorway. He reached up with trembling hands and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the high pitch beeping went off and Colin jumped for joy, knowing he was close to getting them out!

He ran out of the kitchen and down the hall, hoping to hear them run out. He could already hear Ryan's call...

Colin suddenly stopped.

The room was pitch black and ashy....

He could see the sky and a few small embers glowing in the piles under his feet...

Colin gasped for air under the ashes and smoke and he turned the corner where the living room would have been. His eyes watered in the harsh cloud of smoke that encircled him. Coughing emerged from his throat again and tried to call out to anyone. He lost his voice and could do so much as squeak.
Suddenly, a whisper of air echoed eerily through the house and around Colin as he edged closer to the middle of the house. He blinked as he saw six figures standing there, still wearing costumes, but a new air filtered around them. It was something alien to Colin, who was used to the guys playing jokes and living comedy. Some feeling like grief... decay... and death...

All of them were there: Wayne... Greg with Jeff in tow... Chip... Drew....

And in the middle was Ryan...

Colin came closer to them and looked over them. They were there, really there... but also not there. Like lifeless mannequins with empty eyes and expressionless faces. The world was black and white with areas of gray. The men were hazy, like separated by a wall from Colin. The man felt his breathing grow heavy as a huge weight of depression and wretchedness fell upon him.

Suddenly one by one, they fell into the ashes, becoming smoke and embers. First Wayne... then Chip... Jeff... Greg! Drew!

“Nononono! Not another one!” Colin shut his eyes at the hallucination, but he didn't snap out of it.

Ryan, however, didn't disappear. He stepped forward to Colin and nodded to him. Colin felt hot tears run down his eyes. Something deep inside told him... this wasn't a hallucination. This didn’t feel real; it was real! Everyone was gone! Everything was dust and debris from an unknown fire! Colin felt helpless staring at his dear friend, now just a memory of what was lost. Ryan then pulled him close into a firm embrace. Colin trembled as suddenly memories flooded into his brain. His brown eyes suddenly opened to the harsh, wicked realization of the events he witnessed throughout the night.

He didn't see the future... he saw the past...

Colin broke down into Ryan's shirt. The smell of smoke was heavy in his nose. Ryan pressed his lips to Colin's forehead. Slowly... they, themselves, started to disappear into the ashes where their friends and coworkers fell. Colin saw nothing except for darkness and felt the comfort of his friend finally engulf the two.

They could finally move on...

__________

There is a graveyard outside of Vancouver.

The stone slabs stand coldly up on the hill, guarded by a concrete angel. Her all seeing, blind eyes stared down on the road. She kept watch over the souls and made sure the spirits could move on. She is peaceful as the ashes of an unknown force blow gently around her strong face. The angel is the guardian and would give whoever came to the morose place a sense of gentleness but of fear and warning.

Two other eyes stare down the road. Two lonely gravestones next to each other stare down the world and are forever grounded to stand. Their owners...? For a year, they were dead after a horrific fire that was caused by an electrical surge during a Halloween party. Their families were in mourning and decided that since they were close in life, they would be buried in death next to each other. The fire had been a horrible tragedy; seven men had died and only left one survivor, who led the funerals with tears down his face.

Brad Sherwood felt guilty he wasn't there. He was supposed too, but he didn't. He had to help these families cope with the loss of husbands and fathers and friends. He had too and he wanted too. He always left flowers and paid respects before leaving. He was alone in this world as the sole surviving veteran of the Whose Line cast. Brad would take extra care and try to let the comedy legends live on. Brad had to travel to different grave sites and he'd only stay long enough to give what he saw fit. He did have time, however, to stay a few extra minutes to the two men who he was especially close to and respected:

Ryan Stiles... and Colin Mochrie.




Fin






[identity profile] rycolfan.livejournal.com 2010-10-28 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
God that was depressing...guh! I think the title is Latin and means "The other side." Is that right?

I need a good dose of fluff after that...very good though, very halloweeny! ^_^

[identity profile] rycolfan.livejournal.com 2010-10-28 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
YAY, I was right! ^_^

Oooh, how exciting! After thoroughly depressing me, can I have some light-hearted Ry/Col please?!! *sniff*