Layton's Revenge.
After all the pain and torment I made him go through, Layton finally gets his revenge against me.
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Hi everyone! This poem is my response to Bradley Ramsey’s Day 19 prompt for The Halls of Pandemonium. It follows a chance encounter with one of my OCs, imagining what it’d be like for him to get revenge on me after everything that happened to him.
If you haven’t yet, please read this story below to understand his character and motives in this scenario:
The Hitman's Confession
Layton was starting to have second thoughts about being a hitman. The mission was simple: He just needed to ensure Alex’s timely demise, get rid of the body, and then report back to his boss. And luckily, Alex had agreed to meet Layton at the bar down the street from his house. Everything was going incredibly well– and contrary to his normal self, Layton was having feelings.
Layton’s Revenge.
He first came to me in my dreams,
The ghost of the Midnight Carousel.
“Layton,” He’d announced, his form
Wavering as I found my body unwilling
To move from its spot in the meadow.
“I know,” I gritted, jaw clenched,
“But… what are you doing here?”
He smiled sadly, “I should’ve suspected
You wouldn’t understand a thing.”
My eyes widened, though a strange
Sensation kept me paralyzed there.
“You cost me everything, he snarled,
Floating closer to where I stood,
Only stopping an inch away.
I shivered, though my face felt warm,
And suddenly I couldn’t breathe, for
His hand, once a vision, now wrapped
Around my throat, gripping tightly.
“But…” He’d let go then, “You
Don’t deserve the mercy of death.”
“W- what?” I gasp, inhaling sharply.
A sly smile tugs at his lips, and I
Notice something in his hand – the red
Button that triggered the carousel.
“The next time I see you,” He says,
“Let’s take a ride together, y’know,
On that carousel you adore so much.”
But before I could respond
The dream had already ended.
Hazel Allen, 2026.