Remembrance//030 ++++(Type) Dream (002) ++++(Specifics) During Amputation
He sat alone in his room, hands covering his face as he struggled against whatever had happened to him - whatever was making him change. It still hurt - everything still hurt - but something seemed to be taking the pain he was feeling, the pain that was an aching throbbing down his back that went into his wings. The sensation that his entire being was a testament against something.
'You're the reason that she's gone all the time...'The voice would tell him, whispering to him. He hated it, the voice he knew wasn't his own, but something new, but it was feeding off of everything that was going on. He hated it.
He loathed it.
He wanted it gone...but it was stuck. There was nothing he could do to make it go away. He was stuck with it.
'They all hate you, every last one of them. All of them. They all hate you. Everyone does.'
'...i never hated you...'
He curled up a little bit, running his hands through his hair and gripping the roots and tugging at it, crying out in pain as he forced himself to do so - wanting to get the voice to stop, the image of the grin stuck in his mind - the persons lips curled upward and showing their perfect, pointed, white teeth. "Shut up!" He finally shouted into the emptiness of his room.
The grin continued, but there was a laugh this time, a deep, rumbling laughter like thunder. Not welcoming, but terrifying. 'Finally accepting that I'm not just a voice in your head, poppet?'
Zephyr grimaced, slowly standing up and punching the wall, hard enough to hurt his hand, but not hard enough to dent the wall. "I don't care what you are - I just want you to shut up!"
'Well you're stuck with me, poppet. For better or worse. That lovely woman decided to shove me in here. I like it..'
'...until death do us part...'
Frustrated now, the still-child Zephyr stormed out of the house, leaving his brothers perplexed, but the two angels just shrugged it off and went back to what they were doing.
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 8:56 pm
Dead-eye//031 ++++(Type) Dream (003) ++++(Specifics) During Amputation
He was a teenager now. No longer a child.
Warning: Blood, Gore, Death
He snapped to, his mind being forced back into a conscious state. Zephyr could tell he was standing, but this wasn't right. He had fallen asleep in his bed hours prior to what was going on.
As his eyes opened, he slammed himself against the wall as he looked on in horror at what was before him. Letting go of the still warm gun that was in his hands, he covered his mouth as his stomach churned at what lay in front of him.
His own mother laying in the street outside of their home, her body slightly slumped against the car.
Tears welling in his eyes, he started to cry.
'...have you ever regretted something in your life so much...'
'Stop your blubbering, boy, I took care of what was holding you back! Now you can go on your merry way and actually further your own desires!'
"Y-you, you did this?!" he struggled to question the voice, bile starting to rise in his throat, pushing past the knot in it.
'Of course. You were being left behind because she kept pandering to your two stupid angelic brothers, so I fixed it.'
Tears blocking his vision, He shook his head and turned on his heel and took flight as soon as he could - needing to get away from the place he had only hours before called his home. "No n--nonono, no. W-why, how could you?" He begged, wanting to know why.
'You were too soft, boy. You need to learn the ways of this world before I can start to help you.'
As the voice cooed, he shuddered, closing his eyes as he continued to fly, banishing himself from his own home.
'..we have no home...'
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 9:38 pm
Recollection//032 ++++(Type) Dream (004) ++++(Specifics) During Amputation
He had ended up somewhere, captured by someone, strapped to a chair. The voice in his head had gone silent, but chuckled every so often as it thrived off of what was going on with him. He was bound and tortured, eventually experimented on.
Days, weeks, months passed, even years. He couldn't tell.
At one point, they had shoved him into a cell with just a shift covering his form.
He could hear steps walking towards him, but he kept his head tilted down as he was lost in his own thoughts. The doors of the cell opened and he had expected some food to be thrown onto the floor like usual, but instead, he was forced against a wall by one of the much more gruff guards.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the young man doesn't want to cooperate, does he?" the voice of a very amused doctor could be heard as his leather shoes clicked against the stone floor.
Turning his head to look at the doctor, Zephyr frowned and lifted a hand before flipping him the bird, "Go suck a fat c**k." he muttered and turned his head away.
"Oh come now, I just want to know your most precious secrets is all! I'm sure she told you something.." the doctor smiled kindly before smirking - a similar smirk, or one that Zephyr thought was similar.
Zephyr rolled his eyes, "I told you before, I don't know." he grumbled before he let out a pained noise as the guard punched him solidly in the gut and dropped him, causing the teen to double over in pain. Kneeling down, the guard grabbed his head and forced it back and his jaw down.
With a grin, the guard looked at him, then back to the doctor who was holding a strangely colored liquid in a vial. "Well, we'll at least see if the item we managed to procure from the grounds from out lovely friend there will work or not.." the doctor chuckled before uncorking the vial and forcing Zephyr to swallow the liquid inside of it.
Coughing, Zephyr was quickly let go of the guard and the two backed up as the teen curled into a ball and screamed in pain as it felt like his body was being split in two. After several long, painful seconds, a small rosary was expelled from his torso and his colors had faded quicker than a blink of the eye.
'...i'm sorry..i'm so sorry...'
Laying on the floor, the meta lay still and half conscious, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Well, it seems like it worked. Take whatever that was and leave him."
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 9:50 pm
Thran di wer sitelia//033 ++++(Type) Dream (005) ++++(Specifics) During Amputation
The air was thick and cold as the slight mist swirled around his thin frame, eyes as white as the pale moon that rose in the sky through it's monthly travels. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there or why he was even there, but all the being knew that he couldn't stay inside of this cage any longer. Forcing his tired and battered body into a standing position the being who had large bat like wings which were as white as freshly fallen snow padded to the thick steel door that locked him from the maze of corridors that made up the building that he was trapped in. Tilting his head curiously as he noticed that the guard that normally stood watch was fast asleep, the being decided to see if the door would budge.
It didn't.
'...you have to get out.. Hurry!!...'
Eyes narrowing, he looked around and saw that the bars that made up part of a wall so they could poke and prod at him as well as actively see him had a larger gap than he thought. Grinning, he moved to them and started to slide his body through, wiggling and grunting and trying to get through the bars that were actually formed from solid stone. Getting stuck at one point he let out his breath in shaky increments before sucking in his stomach and forcing himself through the rock bars. The being made it through with some minor scrapes and cuts, but that was only the beginning.
"Hey, Stop!" A guard from the other end of the hall shouted as he saw the ghost-like figure appear from the barred stone wall, starting to run towards it because he knew that it was their only prisoner that they kept in the building. With no time to waste, the being made a break for it down to the other end of the hallway, skidding his feet on the stone floor to make a turn without slamming himself into the wall but his wings weren't so lucky as the guard opened fire which alerted more guards, ripping through the beings wings and staining them red with it's blood.
Hissing under his breath, the white figure kept running and running, turning, ducking and dodging the guards and their weapons with half decent dexterity. Finding an open door, he made for it and rolled into it, closing the door with a slam and pressing himself against it as his eyes adjusted to the darkness that had enveloped him. With his breath starting to return to normal, the being waited a couple seconds longer, though those seconds were wasted as the door was forced open by several guards, pushing him against the wall which he slid along, trying to find the darkest part of the room.
That was until his hand bumped and gripped an uncovered item, causing a bright blinding light to envelop him. The guards cursed and shot about blindly, their commander cursing at them to hold their fire because the contents of the room were valuable. In their blindness and confusion, the being made his escape through a vent - crawling through it quietly and finding a maintenance shaft that lead to some stairs. Taking the steps up, seeing as it was his only way to go, the being ran up them, opening the door at the top with a loud bang, where he was met with the heat and sand of a wide open desert.
'...like I've never seen the sky before...'
Covering his eyes, the being took no time to start out in as straight of a line as possible until he could see. Once he could, he looked around and then back to the small shed that he had burst out of. It only took mere seconds for him to just know that he had to run and run fast, as fast as his legs could take him.
'....come what may..'
The being hadn't noticed any changes that had befallen him in the room where he was enveloped with light until the sun had risen the next morning after he woke from an unconscious state. His hair was as bright as a fire, his wings and tail with the look of a scaled beast. Figuring it'd be best to not bother his mind with what had happened to him, he continued on through the desert, going in a direction that just felt right, one where the walls of something called an 'Academy' seemed to belong.
A place where he had called home many moons ago.
'...until my dying day..'
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 10:00 pm
Reflection//034 ++++(Type) Dream (006) ++++(Specifics) During Amputation
It had been awhile since he had been out of the hellhole that he had been in for ...years, he found out. A year into events passing, he sat alone in the place known as the Academy. Not fully aware of what was going on, he felt his body being moved on it's own, the voice that had seemed to vanish doing what it wanted again - this time while he was conscious, but he didn't bother struggling.
He had been fighting against those who had been wanting to kill his kind for no reason, his body and mind already weak, which caused his mental state to be weak enough for the voice in his head - a voice he would soon find to be another soul housed inside of him - to take over while he was awake.
Unable to struggle, his body trudged forward and into the main building of the Academy, the memory of going down many stairs into a familiar lab. Going through things, he was careful - or the other soul was - opening vials and sniffing them, making faces, or even getting sick before he found what he was looking for.
Taking the vial, the second soul trudged back up the stairs and hid away in a secluded side of the academy grounds and laid out a small collection of items that he had gathered.
Downing the potion, the body convulsed and fell forward, causing Zephyr to lose consciousness as the second item he had was forced out of his body - this one taking a much larger chunk of his soul with it.
As he fell unconscious, his body fell onto the pile of items that had been laid in front of him. With a small flicker of light, his body took in his third and final item.
'....z-zephyr...'
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 10:02 pm
Recall//035 ++++(Type) Dream (007) ++++(Specifics) During Amputation
Years passed, almost 10 years.
He sat alone in the silence of the room he had acquired for the night, thumbing through his phone as he went through the job offers he had accepted, his mind silent before there was a deep, dark chuckle. The second soul was still there, eating away slowly at his soul, taking more and more energy and power from him as the years passed.
Sometimes he couldn't remember when he had obtained the secondary soul that presented himself as Oblivion, other times it was a vivid memory.
Closing his eyes, he set his phone down and looked outside.
It was raining and cold, but not too cold. A perfect nigh for what they had been planning on doing to reduce him being outed as a Meta. More so with the increased violence against his kind.
Warning: Blood, Gore, Car Crash, Body Horror
Heading downstairs and to the lobby, he just nodded his head towards the woman manning the front desk, smiling kindly and she quickly shied away. Heading outside, he put his helmet on and made sure it was on tight as he mounted his motor cycle. He had some plans to keep.
Revving the engine, he peeled out of the parking lot and made his way through the streets and to the long, twisting, back roads. It was dark, difficult to see and no other cars around him, at least for now.
Taking in a breath, he took a turn too fast and turned his body as he fell, causing his back to slam against the pavement, the speed he had been going causing his wings to scrape against the pavement and one being ripped free of his body while the second hung limply across his form as he was knocked unconscious by the brunt of the impact.
Head swimming, he groaned as he came to - pain searing across his back and causing him to scream in pain. Taking in a deep breath, he began to pant before he ripped the remaining wing from his body.
As the limb came free, he passed out as the pain caused him to crash mentally again, his body limp and sitting in a puddle of rainwater and his own blood.
Some time later, he awoke in the hospital.
'....no... Zephyr!...'
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 10:03 pm
Vitality//036 ++++(Type) Dream (008 ) ++++(Specifics) During amputation
His mind was silent when she was gone
No other voices in his head, even with the occasional whisper of the remembrance of someone else trying to take over his soul.
Sitting on the couch, he stared down at his hands and slowly closed them as he closed his eyes.
He was left alone as Mise and Alutae had gone off to work, leaving him alone in the quiet house, the soft ticking of the nearby clock the only thing ringing in his head. His heart ached, his head ached.
His soul ached.
Taking in a breath, he let out a shaky sound as he opened his eyes again, frowning as he saw his hands had turned into a strange amorphous blob of shadows. Shaking his head, he slowly stood up and turned off the lights in the house and walked close to a wall.
'I need to be alone..'
He thought to himself before he stepped into his shadow, his form turning completely into the same material as he just embraced the darkness.
