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 Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:54 pm
To say Kieyrr was disappointed with the sight before him would be an understatement. He had hoped to find the next step of his journey in the form of something that could help him. Maybe find an answer. Any answer, no matter how small. Instead his eyes fell upon an empty pedestal. There was no goddess. There was no note. Only a message with missing information stood there.
“The Goddess, wrought with Paranoia, created ====, her last and final project before ====. It was then that she discovered how to replicate ====.”
What was that even supposed to mean? Paranoia. A creation. A final project. What did they replicate?
Just as he was about to turn and leave he saw movement. Was that, yes, it was a goddess! It must have been the one missing from the pedestal, but why had she come to life?
Kieyrr simply watched her in silence. He was curious and wished to ask her many of his questions, but he was also unsure. She was a goddess after all. She knew much more than he did, and clearly was capable of way more. If his questions were to anger her then he may never see the sky again.
He awkwardly shuffled his way over, his hands wringing together. The glow of the object in her hand caught his attention like a bird to a shiny object, and then she spoke. A gift for him? He never expected such a thing. He guessed he shouldn’t have since there was nothing in the bag.
And that is how he somehow found himself standing in front of three doors, scissors on his person in order to get more parts, apparently a heart, from some sort of special lab that belonged to the goddess. He should have just stayed in The Spires.
Kieyrr was very unsure of himself. Was it possible to pick the wrong door? The goddess wouldn’t lead him to something like that, right?
“I can’t keep her waiting forever…”
With a shaky hand he reached out and chose the third. He hoped he wasn’t wrong.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:38 am
The room was silent, or as silent as a place could get with whispers and thuds echoing in the background. The goddess had said something she needed was in the room, but she never said anything about someone possibly being here too. Unless no one else was supposed to be here and yet here they were. Kieyrr held his items close, eyes darting and ears trying to pick up on the sounds.
Rykier… Rykier
A sense of familiarity washed over him as he honed in on the name. It wasn’t his name, nor did he know of anyone by that name. So why did it seem like he should know. Should he know, or was it a false moment of déjà vu?
Thud thud thud
Kieyrr shook the feeling off. He had a task to complete for the goddess, so there was no time to waste with silly feelings and possible false memories. And yet part of him hoped those memories were true. The shadow had learned a bit about himself through all the tasks. He was a stubborn one that was for sure. However there was also a feeling he could not identify. It sat in his gut like a parasite eating away at him both emotionally and mentally. Someday, maybe, as time goes on he would figure it out. Today was not that day though.
The boy edged his way through the darkness, his hands gripped tight and senses alert. With each step into the darkness the sounds grew more persistent. With each step the darkness seemed to expand. It was as if for each step 100 more appeared to guide him down an endless path.
Rykier …Rykier
“Just ignore it Kieyrr. It might just be the darkness messing with you as it always does. Whoever they are looking for y-“
His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of an item. Well, more like him running in to it and nearly tumbling on top of it, but he found it none the less. Was this the item he was sent to retrieve, or merely an obstacle of junk?
Kieyrr felt around and to his surprise there was something within the object, which he identified as some sort of crate. The item within had an odd texture to it, and seemed to be coated in some kind of disgusting and sticky substance. He felt filthy just being around it.
Shock ran through him when he realized what he was examining, an arm. Something wasn’t in the crate. SOMEONE. SOMETHING that once had life was in it. Did the goddess know of this? Was this the item he
was supposed to seek?
No no no…
Thump-thump.
Yes
Thump-thump
There it was. A heart.
This was going to be so much worse than raiding a monster’s corpse. So much worse.
Sighing, Kieyrr held tight to the scissors in his hand. There would be no time for contemplation of moral standings, or trying to ignore how disgusting it felt to tear the flesh apart. Blood would stain his hands, but was it really any different than killing all those monsters for loot? At least this..thing…wasn’t fighting back.
With great force he stabbed into the flesh and pushed with all the strength he could muster.
“AHHHHHHHHH!”
No! No! No! This thing was still very much awake!
Kieyrr tried to push the scissors in even deeper when a hand grabbed at his head. It screamed that oh so familiar name, but this time it wasn’t a whisper, it was screams of pain, and maybe even betrayal.
“Rykier! Rykier!”
He stabbed and stabbed until the corpse fell silent again…
“Rykier?”
The name had a hint of worry and pain behind it. The person calling looked to be in their late teens, maybe early adulthood. He was a tall one with locks of reddish brown streaked with black. Adorning his hair are feathers of white, orange and black. His eyes though bright as the sky, especially against the tanned skin, hide some kind of pain.
The stranger took a seat beside him and remained silent for a moment.
“Rykier I… I’m so sorry. I know it might sound a bit cliché, but I promise things will get better in time. The others just don’t understand, you know? Even amongst a world of creatures people don’t take too kindly to those they deem out of the ordinary. But you take what you have and you go with it, okay? You still have us, Ryk.”
The other male rose from his seat and smiled down at him.
“I know you’ve always been angry with your mother, but remember-“
The memory faded and Kieyrr found himself crouched down, forehead resting against the crate. The scissors rested on the ground along with splatters and pools of blood. In his hand sat the heart which he did not fully remember cutting out. He needed to get it back to the goddess. He also needed to cry and vomit for the urge was rising.
He had cut out the heart of someone he apparently knew.
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:49 pm
He ran. He wanted to be as far away from the whole scene as possible. His only memory would be that memory, the blood stained on him and the heart which was now in the bag. Kieyrr knew that guy. Who he was the shadow did not know, but they knew each other. They were close. They were…
His thoughts stopped when he nearly slipped on the floor. God, he hoped it wasn’t more blood. That was the last thing he needed. As he corrected his stance he picked up on a sloshing sound in the distance. He could see nothing. He could not tell from which direction it was coming, so he looked to all sides. Nothing.
“I’m just hearing things. That’s all.”
Get back to the shrine. Get back to the goddess. Do not stop for anything.
“Dang it”
A dead end.
Water water water. Everywhere he goes. He hated it, but what he hated more was the feeling of being followed. They returned, the noises, but this time a voice was with them.
"Please give it back."
Again he turned and saw nothing. It was aggravating.
Kieyrr pushed on, but was met with more water. It was harder to walk, especially as it rose higher up to the point of his neck.
Another dead end met him. Anger rose even higher. He was forced to turn back.
With a sigh he turned to head back only to be met with a voice and hands.
"Please give me back my-"
Drowning, he was drowning! He kicked and he struggled, but he continued to drown. Air, he needed air, but there was none to be found in the darkness. Kieyrr could feel himself slipping. He can’t die, right? Or was this something special? Could this thing actually kill him for good?
"Give me back my heart."
He could hear it. He could see everything in their blank eyes which slowly turned back to that bright blue.
Brother.
He remembered.
“Rykier! Rykier stop!”
Demios was his name. He was his half-brother, and a griffon unlike himself. He was combination of a great bearded vulture and a dark pelted lion. It made him angry. It made him jealous. He himself felt like a freak amongst his family, amongst his “flock”. He was no griffon. He was a hippogriff, but not just any hippogriff, no, his mother was a unicorn and it sickened him.
“Rykier?”
He looked towards his brother who stared back with pain, with pity. He needed no pity.
“Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Demios reached out to take a hold of his chin and look over his face.
He remembered the feeling of sadness, of emotional and physical pain. He was a freak among the griffons, a target of bullying and harsh words. He was something that wasn’t supposed to exist, and yet here he was.
“It’ll get better. You’ll see.” Those words were nothing but lies, and yet Kieyrr couldn’t help but hold them dear. He always felt safe with his half-brother. He was his source of strength.
…He tore out his heart. He killed his brother, the only one he ever trusted.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:54 pm
It pained him to think about it. He hurt his brother once, and now he had to do it again for his own survival. Internally he was sorry, but part of him knew it was him or his brother. One was going to die and it was not going to be him. Not today. Maybe one day he could return for him, but that would have to be a promise for later on.
I'm so sorry...
The words echoed in his head as he pulled the scissors from his pocket and plundges it into the carved opening.
A terrible shriek rang through the darkness and then...nothing.
No water. No brother. Just him and his pain.
He crouched down, dizzy and gasping for air while coughing up water.
Kieyrr blinked as the light in the distance. A door? A door! The exit! He could finally leave.
As he ran for the exit something caught his eye. A figure, the same. He stared for a moment, scissors held close.
"I'm sorry..."
He left.
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