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 Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:05 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:24 am
His claws dug into the ground as he grit his teeth, tail lashing violently as his dimension shuddered with his rage. Shivering and clenching, his muscles twitched as his claws ripped, scattering tiles and revealing the abyss under. He didn't care, let it swallow him whole. Hell, he deserved it at this point. He was a traitor. A malfunction. A mistake, and it was all that damn mute's fault.
The dimension shuddered as he felt the approach of the woman. Dammit. How did she keep entering this world? How was she able to do so? She was not an original product of the abyss, yet she wandered in and out of his home without a blink. It didn't make sense. Any normal damn being would be trapped within the abyss, and yet he felt her. He felt her presence grow closer, growl growing within his throat.
The damn woman, a distraction. She made him a traitor. She made him neglect his duties to find The Will of the Abyss. He was devoted to the white Alice, and he was only given this precious body because of his creator. And yet, here he was, and he couldn't understand the agony within his chest. He didn't have a heart, so why did he felt pain where it would be? Why did he clench his jaw whenever he saw her. She was not Alice. She was not the one he needed to devote his time to! Yet he kept returning to the human world to see her. He had stayed in the alley to see her everyday. He had felt warmth when she hugged him. He had felt.... almost happy. A feeling Alice had only given to him.
What was he doing? How did he feel? He needed Alice! He needed The Will of the Abyss! Not this foreign woman who knew nothing about his master! He was betraying Alice! Him! Cheshire! The only one Alice trusted the most. He was made to protect her, and not only had he lost her but now he was playing around with the woman.
But no. No more. He would remove the problem. His loyalties belonged to The Will of the Abyss, not Cherie. Not the woman with many piercings and no voice. Not the woman who made his chest tighten and ache. No. She was a mistake. A temptation. She was not right. She was the wrong path, and she had made the most loyal cat stray. She was a threat.
He was losing his mind. Time had been cruel to him, dragging his mind into the dark abyss and toying with it with sharpened claws. Without the Will of the Abyss he knew not what to do with himself. He had no knowledge of what more he could be without her. Alice was his creator, and Alice had given him this body. He was Alice's, not his own. And Cherie had tempted him far too long. He needed to choose, and he needed to prove his loyalties.
His breath hitched as his intention began to shiver within his chest. His claws curled, ripping apart tiles as he waited for her to approach. He would fix this. He would. For Alice. He would do this for Alice, because he had to. He needed to. He was made to be loyal. To be her pet. Bodyguard. Protector. Friend.
He would break Cherie, and then cast aside that breath of doubt that had been planted within him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:33 am
She wasn't sure how she was able to, but she was. It was easy, actually, to enter this dimension. It had been an accident at first. The cat had vanished, and she worried. They had spent everyday together, and then, suddenly, he had vanished for three weeks. And so she had went to find him. She hadn't expected that when she tried to do so she found herself within a strange little world with floating objects, toys, and other odd trinkets. She hadn't expected to see a huddled Cheshire on the floor, and she hadn't expected his surprised face.
Ever since then she had kept visiting. It seemed easier these days. Somehow she just could, and she did. He seemed more at home here, and she enjoyed seeing him happy. It was a nice sight, actually. The cat had been so sad when she first met him, it was nice to see him at peace and calm. So, she kept returning to see him. He hadn't seemed to mind. Sometimes, rarely, he'd even greet her with a gentle wag of the tail.
But, today felt different. The world felt dark, perhaps even void. It did not hold that childish joy she had witnessed at first. No, something was wrong, and her heart flickered gently. Was it Cheshire? Was he sad again? Was the world reacting to his sadness? Even she could understand that the world responded to Cheshire's emotions, even if at first it was hard to notice. The world always seemed brighter when Cheshire smiled, and darker when he frowned. Once, maybe, she had seen a shadow of a figure flit in the background when Cheshire had a random fit of anger. This world was unique, and the feeling of emptiness disturbed her.
She couldn't speak, but her tail could growl. Theodore Nathan let out a warning snarl as they walked, bearing his teeth for all to see. He had grown kinder to Cheshire, but not completely tolerant. He did not appreciate his fellow body sharer's fear, growling gently to warn anything around that he was hostile and willing to bite. A gentle hum from Cherie did little to shush him, but he did lower himself slightly as they walked. Just a little.
And then she found him. His long claws had ripped apart tiles, revealing an oddly disturbing black mass underneath that shimmered with a range of colors. Was that the ground underneath, or a hole? Briefly, her feet drew her back before she turned to look up at Cheshire, stitched mouth turning into a smile.
"Mrrrrn!' Her throat vibrated with a purr as she began to approach, arms open to introduce a hug. She did not expect his reaction.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:43 am
He lunged.
Her smile had been the end of his sanity. The smile that had almost broke across his face was smothered with a snarl. No! She was doing it again! Her damn smile made him crumble! Her arms introduced a warmth he did not need! He needed Alice! He did not need this small woman who could never do anything but smile at Cheshire despite anything he did.
Maybe this time that smile would wipe itself off her damn face.
Anger flashed within his stomach as his feet kicked off and he lunged towards her, claws raised to tear into her. She was a temptress! His chest ached for her! She was a mistake, a false desire! This was surely a test of his devotion to The Will of the Abyss, and he'd pass. He'd kill this wretch of a woman. She was disgusting, how her smile made his knees buckle and mouth wish to seize hers. Why?! Why was he being tested so?! Why did he have these horrid emotions?! He didn't need them, nor did he want them! They were nothing, and he'd show everyone. He'd prove his loyalty. He'd kill this witch.
Never had such rage boiled within his stomach. Cheshire was a coward, and never faced opponents head on if there was another way. He would have normally sent his shadow beasts after her, but no. Not today. Not with her. She tested his entire being. She threatened his mere sanity, or lack of. She was driving him further and further into a state of mind he could not comprehend, and he was afraid. He wanted to tear her apart and remove every piece of her that had touched him. Stain her skin with the hot red liquid he had knew her kind possessed. She was not Alice. She was not needed.
So why did he feel terror as his claws slashed into her abdomen?
Why did dread rush through his system as he saw the blood on his claws?
Why did her fear make his body grow cold and mind blank?
Killing had never felt so frightening or sickening before. Her eyes locked into his soul, and he could feel himself tremor. No. No no no. He needed to. The Will of the Abyss needed him. She made him. He belonged to her.
..... Right?
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:56 am
Why?
Her hands trembled as they lowered to touch the claws inside her. What was this? Frightened eyes flicked up to view the taller male, who simply stood before her. His frame violently shook as he stared at her, his eyes almost as frightened as her own. Her hands tightened around one large claw, digging deep into her palm, and her knees shivered as she felt the world grow grey.
"Mm.' She mused behind her stitches, eyes narrowing and lashes casting shadows down her cheeks. Cheshire was not this. This was not the Cheshire she knew, and she was afraid. What had become of the cat who greeted her with a smile? The cat who timidly nuzzled into her when she offered him food? Where was that Cheshire? The Cheshire she had come to adore? The only person who wasn't afraid of her? The person she trusted and cared for?
Her eyes drifted up, focusing on his. He was there. Right before her, and his claws were inside her. No. This wasn't the Cheshire she knew. This was not the man she had grown to love. This was someone else. Someone frightened. Someone struggling. Someone who was running from their fears.
No. He was the same Cheshire. This had been him all along. Frightened, conflicted, and on the edge of a line she had continuously balanced on. Could she judge him? How many times had she felt the darkness eat into her eyes and her claws dip into soft skin? How many times had she switched? How many times had she done something she regretted? Could she truly judge this man? Did she have the ability to do so? He was afraid. However, her? She switched without the need of fear. It was a fluid transfer, and she understood.
She could not hate this man, for she was just as damned. She was a monster, too. Hell, she probably would have done the same to him one day...
A smile crossed her lips as she clutched his claw, pressing into it and drawing her face closer to his shoulder. She felt his muscles tense and breath hitch, eyes fluttering closed against his warm skin. If only she could speak. If only she could tell him it was okay. If only she could say anything, just one damn thing.
Just one thing...
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:11 am
Cheshire froze as she touched him. His body shivered violent as her eyes caught his, and then, slowly, she drew herself closer and rested against his shoulder. Her eyelashes tickled, sending a new found terror within his stomach, traveling into his throat and coming out as a howl. What had he done? It was for the sake of The Will of the Abyss! It was all for her! His creator! His friend! His world! So why did he feel a foreign hotness to his eyes as Cherie slumped against him?
No no no no no no no no no no.
What had he done?!
"No no no!" He yelped as he withdrew his claws quickly and collapsed to his knees, bringing her into them. Her breath was raspy, her tail not even offering a growl. Why?! Why her?! Why did she choose him?! Why did she stumble into his life?! Why did she become another complication?! Why? Why him? No. This was supposed to be his job, to prioritize Alice, and yet as Cherie rested in his arms he felt nothing but a hollow regret. He was a traitor. A failure. A mistake. But he couldn't stop the pain within his chest as he clutched her, throat tightening as a sob interrupted his thoughts.
Why did she have to choose him?
"Cheshire is sorry." He choked, head shaking as he buried it into the crook of her neck. "Don't die. Cheshire can fix this. Cheshire can! Stay! No more claws, none. Cheshire chose. Cheshire choose's you, so you can't die." No response, but what did he expect? His hands tightened, and with a deep growl he tossed his head back, eyes clenching shut tightly. He chose? Had he said that? Had he chosen her? The girl with bright red hair? The girl who giggled deep in her throat when he had first growled at her? The girl who had continued to bring him food and toys?
She was a sweet kindness he had been so fond of from Alice. Yet, he had seen her crazier side. She was broken, too. Like him. Like Alice. Like everyone connected to the Abyss. But he found her beautiful. He wanted her. He wanted to be beside her. He wanted to belong to her.
He could fix this.
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