Terrance Luxrose’s story-Zombies of Mariesville

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There once was a boy named Terrance Luxrose, who loved to spend his time dancing. His Mom and Dad were both witches, which was evident by their colorful hair, and so since people had often unfairly judged them for being witches, they didn’t want Terrance to have that same unhappiness that they did, even if he himself wasn’t a witch. They wanted him to be occupied with something fun to do, so they paid for him to go to dance school.

All throughout his childhood, Terrance enjoyed twirling and twisting to his own rhythm. Then, when he was sixteen years old, he met a girl named Elena Williams, who was a fellow classmate at the local dance school. The two of them with similar interests had grown to be close friends and eventually, they married.

Terrance’s parents had thought Elena was nice enough, but sensed an underlying fear from her whenever they spoke to her. It was true that Elena was afraid of witches, but Terrance reassured his parents that he would convince Elena not to be afraid of them anymore, that he would make her see the light.

Because if she truly loved him, then maybe she wasn’t completely terrible. After all, truly horrible people didn’t have the ability to love!

As time went on, Terrance kept bringing up Elena’s fear of witches, asking her why she was so terrified of them when she knew his parents and she would say the same thing all the time “They have powers that could hurt me, who knows what they’ll do to me?”.

Of course, he’d try to tell her that not all witches wanted to hurt others and that it all depended on how the witches were as people, but she seemed persistent in her beliefs, even when their daughter, Ava, was born.

His parents wanted to believe that Elena would change, Terrance didn’t want to stop loving her and Ava, well…

Ava felt the empty, infinite distance between her and Elena and she wanted so badly for that distance to melt away, Terrance could see it in her eyes.

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“Dad, it’s nice that you do this for me, but it’s still not fair that mother won’t let me go to her dance school. She’s thinking of the worst about me, she doesn’t actually know anything about my magic. Doesn’t that make you upset too?” Ava asked, her voice holding a slight hint of sobs that wanted to spill out.

Time had passed on and Ava was fourteen years old. Elena had started a dance school and didn’t want to let Ava in out of fear for what she would do to the other students as a witch with pink hair and so, Terrance had took it upon himself to do dancing lessons with her at their house in the dance room, which was more of a mansion than a house, with its many halls and infinite rooms.

Ava had always been unhappy about not being at the school, but it was the first time she voiced her thoughts and so, Terrance turned around to face her and said:

“Of course it makes me upset. You deserve to be out of the house and experiencing all of the woeful and wonderful things that the world has to offer, but you know, people tend to think of the most unsavory outcomes, as it is in human nature to dread, and with you, Mom dreads anything bad happening that involves you. So this is our compromise.”

He wished that he could say something that would make her smile more, that would get rid of the glum expression on her face, but that was the best that he could come up with.

In Ava’s brown eyes, he could see flashes of fury mixed with her tears as she cried out:

“It’s still not fair! Sure, I have magic, but all I use it for is growing flowers and making my music boxes play! What makes her think I’ll go violent? She knows that I wouldn’t do that!”

Yes, Elena knew Ava her whole life, but Terrance knew Elena longer and he had been up entire nights before because Elena was worrying about Ava being sent into a rage and attacking others, even scared that she would murder them both when they were sleeping. All the things Elena was scared of sounded too ridiculous to be true and Terrance was a little upset that she still believed in them, but he couldn’t stop trying.

He had to get Elena to change her views on witches, for the both of them to be happier, but most importantly, for Ava to be happier.

“Sometimes, the people closest to you don’t know you at all. Mom does this because she is scared of witches and I’ve tried to tell her before that she didn’t need to fear my parents and that she doesn’t need to fear you. She’ll tolerate them, for the most part, but her fear makes her act angry and do terrible things like keep you in the house. She’s a good person, deep down, I just…I just have to keep trying to get her to see things my way. You’ll get out into the world, I just…I have to keep trying.” Terrance said.

Ava looked like she wanted to argue, but she didn’t say anything else, just sharply turned away, her bright pink curls bouncing as she walked. Terrance felt disappointment towards himself grip his heart as he watched her walk away, for he was supposed to help her, to be there for her and yet she still felt utterly alone.

Well, on that day, he decided that things would be different, that he would make things better.

It’d all start with talking some sense into Elena.

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Terrance sat on the bed that he and Elena shared, looking through the old photo album of their wedding, Elena in a sweeping white dress and gauzy, spiderweb that made her look as ethereal and mysterious as a ghost, her black hair tumbling on her pale shoulders. Her brown eyes were full of life back then and her hair seemed more healthy.

But ever since Ava came along, Elena had grown wrinkles on her skin, her hair had faded to gray, withered streaks. She was in her forties, like him, and she already looked like a crickety Grandma. It shouldn’t have been possible for Elena to look so old, but Terrance thought it was because she feared Ava so much that it was close to hate and it had started to break her.

Terrance heard slight footsteps behind him, footsteps that made clicking noises that only Elena’s heeled ankle boots would make and so, he said:

“You know, Elena…how you’re treating Ava is incredibly unfair. Let her dance just as you did when you were younger. You’re not afraid of my parents, are you?”

He wasn’t certain that she had ever stopped being terrified of his parents, but he hoped that she would take the moment to really think over her views on witches and maybe even smile like she used to.

“You never know what could happen.” Elena said, her voice unusually cracked with…with tears? Was Elena about to cry? Was she feeling hurt?

Terrance felt something inside of him, maybe his soul, curling with sympathy as he thought about Elena being consumed by her own sadness. First his daughter cried? And his wife was about to as well?

He could hear her walking closer to the bed, he had to make sure that she was okay, so he could know what to say in case she needed consoling or not, so he said:

“Elena, are you alright? You sound-“

But he didn’t get to finish his sentence, for he felt something sharp stab into his chest and so, he wondered, with tears in his eyes:

Did Elena really hurt me? Why would she do something like that? Why…why couldn’t I help her?

And then, he felt nothing at all.