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- Posted: Tue, 03 Apr 2012 05:53:09 +0000
..:: Phantom ::..
Let's play Hide & Seek.
Heehee... Catch me if you can...
"Phantom Desdemona... I know you can hear me..." It was the first time he ever heard the voice. "Who are you?" Desi asked standing on top a tall biulding, he was planning to jump and end his torture. He was tired of jumping from house to house in the foster system. "Call me Lucy... Sweet Phantom."
"Don't call me that!" He shouted in his 9 year old voice. He was small, weak, he wanted to die. "Don't do it Son of the Devil. If you do, I won't be able to help you..."
"Help me?" Desi asked and back a few steps from the edge. "Yes... help you dear..." The voice named Lucy cooed in his ear.
"Hello?" An unfermillier voice called from behind him. Desi turned to look, what he found was a young battered boy hugging a torn pink teddy bear. "Answer him..." The boys hair was jet black, his eye's were silver, his skin was pale and briused. "Hello." Desi answered. The boy inched closer. "What are you doing up here?"
"Tell him the truth..." Desi walked over to the boy and gave him a warm smile. "I was going to go away." The boy shook his head confused. "Go away? Where?" Desi shrugged. "Wherever the Devil dicided to take me I guess." The boy nodded as if he understood. "Take me with you?" Desi shook his head. "I can't." The boy frowned and began to cry. "Please! I don't want to stay here alone anymore!" The boy yelled shakeing his head. Desi pulled him into a hug and whisppered. "Then I'll stay, for you... Brother?" The boy pulled back and nodded. "You be my big brother."
"Come on punk! If you feel frogy, jump!" An older boy yelled at Desi and Tizzy. Tizzy 13 now, and Desi 16. "Sorry I don't hit girls!" Desi yelled back. "Tizzy."
"What?!" He growled out. "Run..." Desi pushed Tizzy towards an abadoned werehouse. "I'm not leaveing you!" Desi glared at Tizzy and pushed him again. "Go! Now!" Tizzy shook his head, his silver eye's filled with anger. A police officer came up from behind Desi and clucked him on the head. All he heard was Tizzy's distant call. "No!" That's when it started.
Desi sat on the ground stareing at the brick wall of the other apartment complex. Tizzy... Tizzy was out there. 'Dame... why can't I remember?' Desi bashed his head on the shut door behind him. He had gone inside for only a moment to grab his blades and restraped them to his hands. He now sat scratching at the concret to sharpen them. 'Tizzy would have loved these...' Desi thought examining the claws and testing the edge. "Desi..." Growling Desi shouted at the voice. "What the f**k do you want?!" He slamed his fist on the ground beside him. "Ohhh... Testy tonight are we? I like you better as a child."
"No you liked me when I was druged up!" He bashed his head on the wall. "Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. My. Head!" He said bashing his head on the wall between each word. "And who are we hurting? No one but yourself."
"Shut up." Desi reluctanly reached to touch the back of his head. He could feel the warmth of blood began to run. 'Dame...'
"Ha ha..." Killing himself was really startig to look good right now as he stared at his claws.
Desi frowned at the new voice, no one ever came here. People thought it was haunted. "Go check it out."
"Oh would you shut up!" Desi stood and moved along the side of the building before he came to the corner. When he turned to look, he found himself stareing at a girl loseing her head. Yelling at eveything around her. He was sure she was seeing things. He wouldn't put it past her. Sighing he moved towards her. He had to do something. If it got to far she could end up killing herself. Desi moved behind her and pulled her into an embrace to hold her still. "Sh..." He whisppered in her ear. "You are in control... They're not there..." He whisppered soothingly.
...I'm your bloody Jack The Ripper.
Screw the Gingerbread Man, I ate him.