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 Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:19 am
He was alone when he approached the shrine. Alone, but with a slightly clearer sense of himself then he had when he had begun. He felt slightly confident, a bit like he was more then capable of doing things on his own without help. He needed no others, though if a hand was by chance offered in aide he would not outright reject it.
But this task, today, he was more then ready to do alone.
The shrine looked different today. One of the statues was missing, and that gave him a moment of pause. Before he could investigate, however, there was a voice, and his attention shifted towards that of the goddess.
"Something for me?" He stepped forward, then bowed slightly to the goddess before receiving the "gift", giving his thanks before using the key she gave him to open it, only to discover empty contents. Was this supposed to be some kind of trick?
She explained, and he nodded along with her words. A heart, from one who hadn't made it. They wouldn't be needing it anyways. To take something that was not going to be used otherwise was no problem in his eyes. He would gladly do what the goddess asked.
With one final nod, he turned towards the rectangle of darkness, the small opening, and started towards is passing through....
Only to be faced with three thick doors, each with it's own marking, it's own word, and it's own ominous feeling, one that he sensed before he even gazed upon each. His eyes jumped between each sigil, before an instantaneous decision was made, one that if asked he could only say felt the most right of the three.
He chose the third door.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 4:20 pm
Through the door he went, into the long, dark hallway beyond. It was cold, and it was quiet save for a strange sound in the distance. It was a steady thumping, a double beat, repeated over and over again. His head cocked a little towards it, as though considering it, to try and figure out what exactly it was.
His scissors were held in his hand, his empty bag in the other.
He needed to get going.
Stumbling through the dark was an interesting experience, to say the least. He hadn't really expected it to be so dark, or to end up feeling like he was falling the entire way. No matter how much he stumbled, no matter how misplaced his footing, however, he never collided with a wall, never actually hit the floor. It was as though those walls moved with him, making sure he continued on the right course. Another mysterious occurrence to do with the goddess? Possibly, but he wouldn't think to hard on it.
His steady march through the hall continued, the beating, the thumping he could not quite place keeping him in time. That was, until he collided with something in front of him that he had not seen in the darkness, something that as he stared at, slowly began to take shape and form, something that had an object hanging down it's side...no, not an object, an arm.
He saw that there was something resting on top, and he reached out with the tips of his fingers, gripping his items from the goddess with thumbs pressed to his palms, and flipped it off, before reaching inside, feeling around, trying to discover it's contents. It didn't take him too long to come to a realization.
There was a body inside.
Thump thump.
The body was making the noise. The noise was the heart.
So, this was what the goddess had wanted? For him to retrieve a heart from a body? Very well then. He moved, positioning himself above the body, where he thought that he needed to be before he could begin the excavation.
The scissors blade plunged downward, and a long and steady scream filled the air as the body began to move, began to writhe. He lifted up the scissors, and plunged them down again, and again, in a circle, ignoring the scream, ignoring the name, ignoring the movements. Soon flesh was turned to red pulp, soon he could peel back the flesh, and begin cutting through muscle with the snipping of blades.
"Fiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn" The name that was cried.
"Finn!" The voice was sharp, the crack of a whip. "Finn, what are you doing? Get out of there!" A woman, dark haired, not overly tall, but tall to her child. She held out her arms to him, a silent demand that he stop what he was doing and come to her. It was his earliest childhood memory of her, as was the sharp slap to his behind he got moments later, one that didn't hurt so much considering he was still in diapers, but one that left a lasting impression on the boy nonetheless.
When he came back to himself with a gasp, he was holding it in his hands. The heart. Warm. Dripping.
Silent.
He shoved it in the bag and shoved himself away from the crate-no, a casket. Crates were not for corpses.
He turned to take his prize back to the goddess.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 5:16 pm
The walk back was going well, and he felt he would be able to return to the shrine soon.
.....Except that then the floor got sticky, and then wet, and then there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him that stopped when he did. He turned to look,but nothing was to be found so he continued on.
Water was raising up around him as he walked, remarkably fast, really. Alarmingly fast, though Fifen appeared to remain calm through it all, only pausing when a sloshing sound from behind distracted him, along with hushed words, a quiet plea.
Another turn, another eye full of nothing.
Not feeling too impressed, he continued on, slogging through water that continued to rise, too high when it reached the bottom of his chin. He stopped again, deciding that he needed to turn back....
Something pushed him down. Something had its hands on him, gripping tight. He couldn't get away, he was sinking.
He couldn't breathe.
Whispered words, another plea. Was this the end?
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 5:35 pm
What do you want me to say, Finn, what do you want me to do? Do you think this has been easy for me?" She had been crying again, he could tell. Next to the front door is where he had dropped his bags, his suitcase, his possessions all packed neatly away and ready for him to go, to leave, leave her, leave his home in the pick up truck his dad used to drive before he died.
"You don't have to say anything." Anger bubbled up inside of him at the very sight of her. It was sickening, she was such a wreck! And all over what, her husbands untimely death? Everyone died at some point, she knew that. She should have been stronger then all of this.
He couldn't live with her anymore.
He turned and left, gathering up his things on the way by.
He didn't say goodbye. He never saw her again.
Until now. Now she stared at him with sunken grey eyes. Now she intended to drown him before he could return to the goddess. Well, he wasn't having any of that!
He still had the scissors. He stabbed them, aiming for her eye, and the blade pierced through, embedding into her skull.
She dissappeared, as did the water.
He coughed, he wiped his face, and he turned towards the light, ready to leave this place.
As he reached the exit, he only caught one last, dim sight of her holding te scissors, her eye back where it had been, unmarked. She glared at him balefully.
He left.
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