A r e y o u s t i l l w i t h m e . . . ?
B l e e d everybody bleeds same as you and me.
Sir was in Hell...
His head went to either side and he wasn't surprised to see the shadowy figures of the ones he had killed surrounding him. They were bulbous and screaming, constantly shifting like fluid ink, crying and cursing at him. His name floated like a death sentence and he wasn't afraid. Why would he be? Hell didn't scare him...
Pain erupted through him and his arms were jerked to either side of him as he felt the skin of his back rip like paper and with a quick glance behind him, he saw black feather wings burst out of his shoulder blades. The wings of a crow. A death eater, one of the birds of the old Norse gods...The wings of a fallen angel...
"Sir~ ...Oh Sir...~" His head snapped in front of him and he suddenly realized he was kneeling on a soft white bed, still watched by his deformed victims. In front of him, lying in the middle of fluffed and perfect white pillows was his pet. Blond hair fanned out on the pillow and blue eyes watched him playfully. The little pet was dressed in a white tunic...So bright...Clean...His pet leaned forward until he was on his hands and knees, crawling towards him...
"Sir...Sir..." his pet continued to pray to him, crawling closer and closer until the same, clean hand reached towards him. He watched, feeling fear for the first time in Hell, as the fingers brushed against his skin. Where his pet had touched, his skin degenerated into ash...Cigarette ash...
"Stop!" he commanded but his pet didn't, continuing to touch and touch until he could only watch as every part of him crumbled into ash his mouth opened in a scream and he could taste the ash on his tongue. His pet's prays and the laughter of his victims filling his ears as he disintegrated until he was nothing...
"Hah!" Sir jerked awake with a sharp gasp. His eyes shot open and he saw blond hair first thing. The nightmare still lingered and without a logical thought, he shoved his pet off the bed and onto the floor, away from him. Then he laid down on his empty bed and concentrated on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. He had been having this dream all week...Ever since he had...Touched his pet...And...In. Out. In. Out. He had tried taking sleeping pills, tried not sleeping at all, but nothing worked. Always the same dream.
When he got himself properly under control, he peered over the edge of his bed as his pushed out pet, noting it was only eight a.m. on a Saturday. He usually didn't shove his pet out of the bed after waking up...But since Sir was sure it was the pet's fault that he was having these nightmares in the first place, he decided it didn't really matter.
"Coffee." he commanded gruffly, pulling the covers back over his head and letting himself fall to the pillow with a sigh. He felt a headache pulse behind his eyes from lack of sleep. Of course, there was no way he would be able to fall back to sleep now. But that didn't mean he didn't want to. And he wasn't going to do anything without coffee...He had been very busy this week, after all. Aside from very poor sleeping, he had been taking care of all three of his little guests, along with the two in the basement.
Or...Well...One in the basement. The hero had proven himself to be willing to do as told, as long as the collar was still around his neck. Both the hero and the broken toy had been getting the most interactions with each other, based on their good behavior. of course, the hero had slipped up a few times...It seemed he thought that a daring escape was in order. Sir, of course, wasn't fooled and had stopped the hero in his tracks and punished him accordingly.
Little Kale hadn't been doing very well. He had become unresponsive to him, sticking with his pet and the broken toy only.
His head went to either side and he wasn't surprised to see the shadowy figures of the ones he had killed surrounding him. They were bulbous and screaming, constantly shifting like fluid ink, crying and cursing at him. His name floated like a death sentence and he wasn't afraid. Why would he be? Hell didn't scare him...
Pain erupted through him and his arms were jerked to either side of him as he felt the skin of his back rip like paper and with a quick glance behind him, he saw black feather wings burst out of his shoulder blades. The wings of a crow. A death eater, one of the birds of the old Norse gods...The wings of a fallen angel...
"Sir~ ...Oh Sir...~" His head snapped in front of him and he suddenly realized he was kneeling on a soft white bed, still watched by his deformed victims. In front of him, lying in the middle of fluffed and perfect white pillows was his pet. Blond hair fanned out on the pillow and blue eyes watched him playfully. The little pet was dressed in a white tunic...So bright...Clean...His pet leaned forward until he was on his hands and knees, crawling towards him...
"Sir...Sir..." his pet continued to pray to him, crawling closer and closer until the same, clean hand reached towards him. He watched, feeling fear for the first time in Hell, as the fingers brushed against his skin. Where his pet had touched, his skin degenerated into ash...Cigarette ash...
"Stop!" he commanded but his pet didn't, continuing to touch and touch until he could only watch as every part of him crumbled into ash his mouth opened in a scream and he could taste the ash on his tongue. His pet's prays and the laughter of his victims filling his ears as he disintegrated until he was nothing...
"Hah!" Sir jerked awake with a sharp gasp. His eyes shot open and he saw blond hair first thing. The nightmare still lingered and without a logical thought, he shoved his pet off the bed and onto the floor, away from him. Then he laid down on his empty bed and concentrated on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. He had been having this dream all week...Ever since he had...Touched his pet...And...In. Out. In. Out. He had tried taking sleeping pills, tried not sleeping at all, but nothing worked. Always the same dream.
When he got himself properly under control, he peered over the edge of his bed as his pushed out pet, noting it was only eight a.m. on a Saturday. He usually didn't shove his pet out of the bed after waking up...But since Sir was sure it was the pet's fault that he was having these nightmares in the first place, he decided it didn't really matter.
"Coffee." he commanded gruffly, pulling the covers back over his head and letting himself fall to the pillow with a sigh. He felt a headache pulse behind his eyes from lack of sleep. Of course, there was no way he would be able to fall back to sleep now. But that didn't mean he didn't want to. And he wasn't going to do anything without coffee...He had been very busy this week, after all. Aside from very poor sleeping, he had been taking care of all three of his little guests, along with the two in the basement.
Or...Well...One in the basement. The hero had proven himself to be willing to do as told, as long as the collar was still around his neck. Both the hero and the broken toy had been getting the most interactions with each other, based on their good behavior. of course, the hero had slipped up a few times...It seemed he thought that a daring escape was in order. Sir, of course, wasn't fooled and had stopped the hero in his tracks and punished him accordingly.
Little Kale hadn't been doing very well. He had become unresponsive to him, sticking with his pet and the broken toy only.
Pour and m i x our lives together and flow into the streets.
A m I m a k i n g m y s e l f c l e a r . . . ?
