You see that around you, there is only debris, nothing but debris. Each step you take must be cautious, for fear of slipping and cutting yourself. Surrounding you, there is fog, fog and darkness. It’s hard to make anything out, and each sound is unsettling, making you think you are not alone in this place. There is shuffling, and you wonder if there’s someone else nearby. However, if you call out, you’ll find that your voice is swallowed up by the darkness. No one else can hear you, and even if you scream, the sound is muffled.
But you can still hear the shuffling again, closer now. You feel your heart racing. Something brushes against you, and you’re about to scream, but then you remember: No one can hear you. You are completely, and utterly alone.
“In the end, you will always be alone.”
You spin around at the voice, but then you realize it’s in your head. Another rustling sound. You turn back around, and see that there is someone standing in front of you. Their tattered coat rustles softly, fog hiding most of their appearance, but you can’t help but feel as if they’re watching you, waiting, eyes boring relentlessly into you.
“In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.”
They step forward, blade gleaming, and you find yourself edging away, something akin to fear and terror rising within. They take another step, and you find yourself scrambling, running now. The rustling grows closer, louder, and you start to panic, tripping and falling. The need, the desire to defend yourself is strong, and you search frantically through the rubble, for something. Anything.
“SHOW ME YOUR RESOLVE.”
You find:
A dagger
Your hand brushes against something cold, making you flinch. But then you see a glint, and instinctively reach for it again. The object is a small dagger, slightly rusted, but still sharp enough to cut. The handle seems worn out, but when you grip it in your hands, you feel as if you were meant to hold it. You grin, flashing your teeth as you brandish the knife, feeling as if you’re able to take anything on with this simple small weapon.
Someone laughs, and calls you naïve, another scoffs at you. You feel someone push you, and you tumble to the ground, dropping the dagger. You try to reach for it again, but someone steps on your hand, and you cry out as they twist their foot. Someone punches you, knocking the wind out of you, and you crumple up, coughing.
They call you names, a demon, a monster. They spit at you, kick you, ridicule you. You want to fight back, but you can’t. You want to hurt them back, make them feel the same pain you feel, but your body won’t respond. They continue to laugh, and you hate it, you hate this feeling, that you’re weak and you can’t do anything about it. They finally stop, and you think that they’re done, but then another steps forward, holding the very dagger you held a moment ago. You don’t get a chance to scream before they pull you up by the collar, plunging it into your chest, and the searing pain makes you black out.
When you awake, you realize it was just a dream, but this time, this time it feels more real, more personal. The same feelings of anger and hatred course through your veins. The desire to hurt, to defend yourself, to make them feel the same pain you did.
The rustling sound brings you back, and you look up to see that the goddess is standing in front of you, blade gleaming.
“I have seen your resolve. Never forget that the only one you can trust is yourself.”
The fog swallows up their figure, and you are left with a feeling of anger and resentment. Everyone is out to get you. The only one you can trust is yourself.
A bloody piece of cloth
Feeling something wet, you pull your hand back, heart racing. When you examine your hand, you notice that whatever you touched was still warm, staining your fingers a brilliant red. Blood. You look down again, noticing a small pool of it in front of you. A cloth is draped over it, as if futilely trying to soak up the crimson liquid. You don’t know why, but seeing that lone bloody piece of cloth makes your heart ache, and as you reach to pick it up, your hand slips, making you fall on the ground.
You wince as the blood splashes onto you, staining your clothes, your hand, and your face. The cloth flutters out of reach, landing several feet from where you fell. No matter how hard you try to reach, it is just short of your grasp. You hear footsteps again, laughter. A foot steps on the piece of cloth, pushing it into the ground, and when it is soiled with the blood and dirt, they pick it up, flashing a wicked grin at you as they pull. You hear a terrible rip, the cloth now in two pieces. They do it again. Rip. Rip. Rip.
Each tear makes you flinch, makes something inside you burns. That cloth was yours, it belonged to you, but then they took it away, took it and destroyed it. They cackled, letting the pieces fall, a light breeze taking the pieces, carrying them out of your grasp. In a moment, it’s all gone. It’s gone, and will never come back.
You look up, another memory taking a hold of you. Something that belonged to you, something you cherished and loved. You were happy, and you felt as if as long as you had it, you were safe. Protected. But then they came, came and took it away, took away the one thing that meant the world to you. You want to forgive them, but you can’t. Want to forget, but it’s impossible. They hurt you, hurt you more than you thought possible, and you want to hurt them back. Even though you know you shouldn’t, even though you know that doing this won’t bring back the thing you loved, you don’t care. You want them to suffer, to feel your pain a hundred fold.
“Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Make them feel your pain. Make them suffer.”
But then that memory is gone, and you sit there, unrest and agitation welling up inside of you, the words echoing in your mind. You want to make them suffer. All of them.
A broken necklace
Searching for a weapon, you find instead, a small trinket, a necklace. The string is broken, but it’s not hard to tie a knot, and you do so, tugging on it once you do, making sure it doesn’t unravel. You admire your handiwork, task of finding a means to defend yourself forgotten, and you rest it in your palm, watching it glimmer. You hear someone laugh, but it’s not a harsh laugh. A playful laugh, filled with amusement, and a hand takes the necklace from you, slipping it over your head and around your neck. That’s where it’s supposed to go, they say, patting it, hand resting on your chest. You take their hand, and they smile. They laugh again, and you laugh with them, and everything in the world is right.
The scene changes, and they’re no longer laughing. They’re crying and clinging to you, begging you. Promise them, they say, promise that you won’t be reckless, promise that you won’t seek revenge. You want to, but you can’t. They’ve hurt you too much, hurt them too much. It was too late, you could never forgive them. Their plea falls on deaf ears, and they still try to clutch at you, hand grabbing whatever part of you that they can. Their hand finds your necklace, the necklace that made you two smile, and as you pull away, the string snaps. The necklace falls, letting out a tinkling sound as it hit the ground.
The sound makes you jolt as you remember something similar. A broken promise. Someone pleading you, begging you, but you refuse. The desire to hurt, to harm, overwhelms you, completely takes hold of you, and you pull away, ignoring their cries.
“There is no redemption from malevolence. Once you accept this fate, there is no turning back.”
You no longer remember their voice, or what they asked of you. All that is left is a burning desire for revenge.
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 7:22 pm
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Choose one of the objects in the spoiler tags and write a memory based on the emotions left behind as well as a small reaction to the prompt given in this thread. When you are done you may pick up this blessing:
Xiu took slow, careful steps as she made her way through the darkness, her eyes narrowed as she attempted to make out something--anything--beyond the fog and the blackness that surrounded her. Relying only on her sense of touch and hearing, she found herself becoming particularly paranoid, pausing whenever she thought she heard something shifting around her. Was someone else there? It was impossible to tell, and her attempts at calling out in hopes of finding someone else proved to be futile.
It was coming closer then. She heard it, she felt it...and then it spoke. For a moment, she thought that she simply imagined it, but upon whirling back around, she found herself facing a figure that had obviously not been there before. She swallowed nervously, and then took a step back.
Then Xiu noticed the blade in their hand.
Forgetting the need to be careful, the baku whirled around and began to run, stumbling over the various debris that was scattered about. Her eyes desperately scanned the ground in search of something--anything--that she could use. Come on, come on...!
A misstep sent the ghoul sprawling on the ground. Wincing, she immediately began to pat around the ground, perking up when her fingers finally closed around something. A broken necklace.
Staring at it, the panic that had been pulsing through her suddenly dissolved as she carefully fixed the string. What a lovely little trinket...and it gave her an odd, pleasant feeling as well. The sound of laughter, of warmth and spending time with a dear one...
And then things quickly changed. The figure was crying, pleading, desperate fingers digging into her arms. She wanted to placate her, but she found that she couldn't make the promise, a slow bitterness welling up in her. It was too late, they had already done too much. She pulled away just as the figure reached out, their fingers catching her necklace and tearing it free.
The moment she heard the sound of the jewelry hitting the ground, Xiu was suddenly met with a different memory. Letters from home, begging her to be careful, to stay away from this rumoured Hunter business...but how could she honestly promise such a thing? After they hurt her, after they went after her friends--
She wasn't sure what had just happened, but all Xiu felt was a deep resentment darkening her heart.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:20 pm
All around was ruined and worn, debris everywhere, swathed in a shroud of darkness and fog. There was no way to tell who was with him or what was going on, when he spoke it vanished into the grey. He was alone.
And yet still the shuffling moved closer and closer.
Someone spoke and he turned, panicked to see who it was, before him was a figure and he froze. When they approached, he turned and ran, but not away. To get a weapon, to defend himself, he'd fight.
His hand touched upon a dagger, half buried in the wreckage and he picked it up, smirking confidently, all he needed was a bit of self defence capability and he would tear the ******** world down.
And suddenly he was drawn into a rapid succession of memories, pulled out of his delight, pulled out of the moment. And it was too close to home, far far too close to home.
When it subsided all that remained was hate and a surge of memory that was his own.
The constant beep of the machines in intensive care, the surgery had been a success - so they told him - but he couldn't see, it was dark and he couldn't see and he was alone. More alone than he'd ever been. He'd trusted his friend, trusted him with everything, and rejection over some b***h he wasn't interested in. He was interested in something else, something...he didn't want to think about it. But it hurt and it was a valuable lesson. He could trust no one but himself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 3:29 pm
Amarus stepped lightly, and carefully. She was typically quite aware of her surroundings, and was hardly concerned about it. Thsi was extremely reminiscent of the time she'd spent in the Spires, avoiding the trash of the derelict parks and hotel rooms. She was extra diligent while walking through the fog, lest she slip with the limited visiblity. She felt as though she was being constantly watched, but tried to pay it no heed.
"Do you not think games are tiring?" she asked, but her voice was swallowed up so that she could hardly even hear herself. Amarus pressed her fingertips to her throat, as if trying to locate her lost voice, and she heard something: In the end, you will always be alone.
That may be true. But it wasn't frightening, not on a cognitive level. Something inside her railed against the possibility, however. She finally saw a tattered coat, a figure watching her. And then they said that she could only trust herself.
She often felt that was true. She knew that when she was left to it, when she was alone, it was only on her own strength she'd make it through... and yet, more than once, allies had helped keep her alive. So despite the fact she'd once believed wholeheartedly in what they were saying, now she listened with a grain of salt.
However, the figure kept pressing closer, and she felt terror despite herself. She was searching for anything, to defend herself-- but why? She had once fought barehanded, and she was good at it. Still, in the emptiness of terror, she searched for a weapon. All that she found, however, was a broken necklace: she tied a knot in its string, and tugged, to make sure it was tight.
The fear had faded away, and now she was merely marveling at her handiwork, tilting it in the fog so that what little light there was would glint off of the necklace. "It's nice to hear your voice," she whispered, smiling softly to herself as she heard someone laugh. She slipped the necklace around her neck as they told her that was, in fact, where it was supposed to go.
Amarus laced her fingers through theirs, but the scene changed.
They were crying, clinging. Begging. Amarus felt her heart turn to stone; she regarded them like a creature that should be disposed of. Inferior. A liability. The warmth in her heart had fled. The necklace fell as she pulled it away, and she remembered. Remembering brought her back to the present.
No matter how many times she opened her eyes, shut them, the memory still played in front of her: she held a small plastic device, and stared at the screen, trying to make out the words. She remembered this, she remembered but not what it said: now she could remember even that. Zel is with Tavi.
Come find me, she knew it asked her. It wanted her to chase, but she did not know where to begin, or why. She just felt pressure release as the pain and frustration turned into calm and emptiness. She felt nothing. Amarus finally understood why she had dropped the phone into the punch.
It had been holding all of her fear.
The point where the memory changed, however, was what she felt after it: the pain and sadness was erased by a desire for revenge. She couldn't remember the voice, couldn't remember what it wanted from her, but the words lodged in her heart like a poisoned needle: "I will have retribution," she agreed, pressing one hand against her chest.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:58 pm
He stretched a hand out into the darkness, but felt only the cold fog twirling around his fingers. Wilson’s steps were slow, cautious. Even if he couldn’t see, he could at least hear the sound of debris crunching beneath his boots. They didn’t sound very soft and round either. He winced, just thinking about the possibility of tripping and falling over. Slow and steady steps, but he noticed that some of them weren’t his. The realization made him wonder if someone else was nearby. He tried to turn toward the source of the sound and shout out, but stopped as soon as he heard the muffled sound that escaped his mouth. Even noises were swallowed up by the dark.
But the shuffling continued, growing louder. The corner of his lips twitched as he stopped walking. Something brushed against his legs and he jumped. Lips spread for a startled shout, but suddenly stopped when Wilson remembered no one would be able to hear him. Alone in utter silence.
The voice in his head caused him to spin at first. “Don’t say that,” he mouthed as someone in a tattered coat stood before him. “Don’t say that.” The fog hid most of the figure, but he could still feel their gaze digging into him. Wilson shifted uncomfortably. They took a step forward and in return Wilson stepped back, then another once he saw the shining blade.
He stumbled backward, heading for the piles of debris until he found a bloody piece of cloth. Heartache and pain melted away his panic. Wilson reached for the cloth, but slipped and fell to his hands and knees. Dark red coated his palms and the same blood stained his clothes. When he looked up he found the cloth a few feet away. He leaned forward to grab it with one hand, but it always fluttered out of reach. Footsteps and laughter echoed behind him, making his heart sink. He could only watch silently as a foot stomped on the fallen cloth and ran it into the ground. Satisfied, they picked it up and tore it once, twice, multiple times.
Each horrifying rip made him shudder. That cloth had been important to him, cherished by him. Their laughter rang in his ears as the remains of the fabric disappeared.
Everything seemed to fade into the background, replaced by only dark hair and purple eyes. Her golden star clip. He felt a hand reach to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, but then her image shattered, leaving only a cold pod with a cold doll with a cold face. Lips twisted into a grimace and he slammed his fist into the ground. He had loved her so much, but then they had taken her away from him. Spirited her way to another base where he couldn’t look after her, and now she was gone forever.
The agitation and hatred swelling inside him was tinged with pain and regret.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:53 pm
The only light in the darkness was the dim glow of his eyes, but that didn’t give him much to go off of as Taiki walked through the thick fog. As usual, he walked steadily yet at a leisurely pace. He could hear the unusual crunching of debris everywhere he walked, and he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t fall over and face plant into something dangerous. Taiki wanted to say he was alone, but the shuffling suggested otherwise. He clicked his tongue and tried to say something, but realized the sound came out garbled. The darkness sucked in not only light, but sound too. Fascinating. The shuffling continued, but this time louder. The observation made him uneasy. He bristled when something brushed against him. He almost wanted to shout, but then he heard a voice.
The moment he tried to turn around he stopped, realizing the voice came from inside his head. More shuffling. He turned to reveal a figure hidden by fog, but he could still feel them staring. “Yes?” They spoke again, drawing their weapon out so the blade shined. Taiki took a nervous step back and held out a hand. “Wai—“
He fell backwards and scrambled through the debris. Searching for something that could assist him. His hands brushed against something cold, but it was a pleasant feeling. He liked the cold. Again it glinted and he instinctively reached for it. A dagger. It was rusted and the handle worn, but his grip was perfect. Taiki allowed himself to smile, satisfied.
But then someone laughed. Cold, scoffing laughter made him harden. Hands came from behind and pushed him forward, causing him to fall and relinquish his hold on the weapon. Taiki reached for it, but hissed when someone stomped on his foot. Another hand twisted his foot and again he heard the voices, calling him names. His eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth, containing his annoyance and frustration. Hands curled into fists as they continued to laugh and tease. Aggravation. Eyes widen when someone held up the dagger. No—
Darkness.
He jerked forward as someone kicked him from behind. Muffled laughter. Another kick. A shove. Taiki fell to his hands and knees, bare skin scraping against the polished floor. He froze at first, but then rose slowly. He wiped out the wrinkles on his yukata. The skeleton twisted around, smiling a tight smile.
And he woke up. It had been only a dream. Rustling snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked up.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:16 pm
Darkness. As she waded through the black, twitching ears hear her feet bump against pieces of debris. They didn’t sound very soft, so Alecto took extra care to walk slowly and steadily. She imagined that falling would be an unwanted and painful experience. Her steps were tiny because she felt nervous about walking through what essentially felt like a void. The canine didn’t know where she was going nor what lay ahead of her, but she had to force herself forward, so she did. Until she heard shuffling. The sound spooked her and she let out a shriek. Her ears flattened when she didn’t hear the earsplitting scream, but then she realized her voice had been muffled, sucked in by the darkness.
When the noise came back, she sniffled. “No…” She shuffled backward at the figure’s arrival. Even if she couldn’t see most of their face, she could feel the intense staring and shrank further back. “What….?” He didn’t answer her, only spoke more, pressed forward, revealed the gleam of his blade. She squeaked and scrambled backwards into the pile of debris.
But instead she found a broken necklace. The clasp was broken, but tying it was simple enough, even with claws for hands. Once tied, she found herself enamored by the dull glimmer as she held it in one hand. Ears twitched when she heard childish laughter. Something tugged the piece of jewelry and instead tossed it around her neck. That’s where it’s supposed to be. Alecto allowed herself to smile as she took their hand, but now they’re crying, clutching her shirt and arms. They begged, pleaded, forced her to promise.
She frowned; the words refused to come out, and they continued to tug and beg and reach for her until they grasped the necklace and tore it off.
”Calm down! Please!” A hand reached for her arm, but she snarled and pulled it away.
“No! They hurt you! I won’t forgive them. I’ll never forgive them. Right now I’ll—“
And she clutched her heart as the desire for revenge swam inside her.
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Alaska couldn’t remember how she had gotten here, which made her a little suspicious. Squinting eyes peered through the darkness, but failed to pierce them as she walked casually over debris and other garbage. Even with heels, she felt confident that she wouldn’t be tripping over anytime soon. Not unless a rather sizable object blocked her way, which she supposed was entirely possible given the current situation. She cast her gaze to the side when she heard something, but kept walking. She heard it again and this time she tried to call out, annoyed. But sound barely came out. Her brows knitted together, she tried to keeping walking, but the rustling came back.
This time there was a figure. She narrowed her eyes, took in his tattered coat and what little of him she could observe through the thick fog. His words only made her narrow her eyes even more. “And?” It wasn’t like it was any big news to her. “How sad,” she scoffed, but found herself taking a step back when he brandished a weapon. It was only natural, considering she didn’t have her weapon out just yet.
Alaska searched through the debris until she clung onto a broken necklace. She looked confused, but ended up tying it back together again. Lips twisted into a soft frown as she stared at the necklace before someone slid it out of her hand and placed it around her neck. More confusion, but for the moment she allowed herself to smile gently, to take their hand until everything suddenly came crumbling down with their tears and begging and cries.
The affection that glimmered disappeared instantly, replaced by anger and frustration. “It’s too late,” she hissed, pushing them away as they continued to cling to her like a leech. Eventually, they grasped the necklace and pulled until it came off. It tinkled lightly as it fell down. She paused.
”Alaska honey, please don’t say that.” Her mother bends down to meet her at eye level. Both hands grasp her daughter’s shoulders. “There’s no such things as monsters, okay?”
“But—“
“THEY DON’T EXIST.” The woman’s voice turns shrill and heads turn. People murmur as she coughs. She forces a weak smile as she stands back up. She offers her hand to the child. “They don’t ask, right honey?”
She bit on her lower lip as her gaze fell to the ground. Tiny hands curled into small, balled fists. Mother was lying again. Adults were always lying. They would always lie. They couldn’t be trusted. “They don’t ask,” she mumbled as her hand reached for her mother’s.
Liar.
The resentment back then was a flame, but now it was a raging wildfire waiting to lick everything up in its path.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:47 pm
Oh, this was rich. Poke growled into the impenetrable fog, being careful not to misplace her feet in fear of cutting them on something sharp. She could hear a shuffling noise nearby, and the sound was growing closer. Her initial instinct was to growl, staring into the darkness to try and identify who it was. Her heart was hammering fast as she tired to force the fear down. She could hardly see anything, much less a incoming attack.
Her senses on the ready, she felt something brush against her, and she jumped back with her claws out, ready to fight if need be.
The voice that spoke caused her to jump once more, growling as she now saw someone standing there. Their cloak hid most of their features, but Poke could see this was a powerful force. She could not fight this person.
Her eyes widened at the blade the figure carried. They stepped forward, and she stepped back. Her instincts told her to run, run away before it could kill her. As it advanced she cursed and turned around, forcing herself into a dead sprint. She kept running and running, trying not to look behind as the sound of a rippling cloak was in her ears. Was it catching up on her? Damn it!
In her desperation to get away, her foot caught on some unseen debris, and she went sprawling onto the ground. It was nearly on top of her now, and her claws grasped the earth trying to find something, anything that she could use to defend herself with.
Her fingers touched something cold. She reached out and grasped the hilt of a dagger. Old, but sharp enough to inflict damage. Her courage returned, and she stood up, her teeth bared as she advanced on her so called pursuer.
Quickly it turned into more then one. In a flash she was on the ground, surrounded by a group as they hissed, spat, insulted her and more importantly they kicked and punched. Pain lashed through her entire being as she struggled to throw them off. The feeling of weakness surged through her entire being. She had felt this feeling may times before. She was not a full grown dragon. She was still weak, trying to fight against all who would threaten her. She could recall many a time when she got into scuffles and came out the loser, her body bruised and injured as the tougher one would laugh at her defeat. Not to mention the crushing feeling of blue electricity running through her body, as a single blow from a hunters powerful scythe had left her immobile in her full dragon form.
Her mind was brought back to the present when one of them lifted her off the ground, and before she could do a thing, a dagger was plunged through her heart. Pokerus screamed as the pain flashed before her eyes, before her body could no longer cope and sent her into unconsciousness
When she awoke, she found herself standing before the goddess, the blade gleaming in her hands as she spoke and then disappeared.
The dragon stood there, glaring at the spot where the goddess had ******** b***h"
Now... Where did his feet has taken him this time?
Debris. There is only debris, nothing but debris. Other than that was fog, more fog and darkness.
But there are sounds...unsettling ones. Shufflings...movement.
But there's no one nearby. Yet the sounds continued.
Not alone...yet, alone.
“In the end, you will always be alone.”
"-who is it?"
You spin around at the voice, but then you realize it’s in your head. Another rustling sound. You turn back around, and see that there is someone standing in front of you. Their tattered coat rustles softly, fog hiding most of their appearance, but you can’t help but feel as if they’re watching you, waiting, eyes boring relentlessly into you.
“In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.”
It steps forward, blade gleaming, and you find yourself edging away, something akin to fear and terror rising within. It took another step, and you find yourself scrambling, running now. The rustling grows closer, louder, and you start to panic, tripping and falling. The need, the desire to defend yourself is strong, and you search frantically through the rubble, for something. Anything.
“SHOW ME YOUR RESOLVE.”
"Sorrow's Tear!"
No response.
"Lost Memories!!!"
Still no response.
"Sorrow and Rage! Agony's Tear! Simple Protection! Anything!!!" He called again, but to no avail. It seems that he can't summon his weapons here-
He frantically searches for anything that he can use to oppose that figure---his hands searched everywhere--- A dagger. Your hand brushes against something cold, making you flinch. But then you see a glint, and instinctively reach for it again. The object is a small dagger, slightly rusted, but still sharp enough to cut. The handle seems worn out, but when you grip it in your hands, you feel as if you were meant to hold it. You grin, flashing your teeth as you brandish the knife, feeling as if you’re able to take anything on with this simple small weapon.
He remembered the first time he reached Halloween Town. He was ostracized by other...resident of the town because he was an unclear existence. They has 'killed' him several times to eliminate the 'human' part still lingering in him, and failed.
But they didn't know the feeling of soul being torn. It was like shredded to bits, chopped finely...
When you awake, you realize it was just a dream, but this time, this time it feels more real, more personal. The same feelings of anger and hatred course through your veins. The desire to hurt, to defend yourself, to make them feel the same pain you did.
The rustling sound brings him back, and he looked up to see that the Goddess of Ruin is standing in front of him, blade gleaming in hand.
“I have seen your resolve. Never forget that the only one you can trust is yourself.” The fog swallows up their figure, and you are left with a feeling of anger and resentment. Everyone is out to get you. The only one you can trust is yourself.
[Rei got cursed by ! Somehow the thought of hurting someone is echoing in his mind...]
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 10:02 am
Falair was unsure of this place. It was cold, dark, desolate. There was nothing here but debris. Garbage. Broken things that with the wrong step could slice her open. A fall could bust open her skull. She took careful steps, eyes on the ground to make sure she didn't step on anything sharp or something slick.
The mare didn't want to fall here.
Fog around her was thick and dark. She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered. A feeling of being watched came over her. She was no alone, but she could not see what it was that was also here. "Hello?!" Calling out, her words were swallowed by the darkness. Something cold brushed up against her and she whirled around, eyes trying to focus on any movement. "Who's there?" Again silence.
Then a voice.
Again she spun around. Trying to see who the voice belonged to, still she saw nothing. Did she actually hear it with her ears or was it in her head? It was hard to make heads of tails of this place. "Alone...?" It was a rhetorical question. No...no. She wasn't alone she had people who cared for her. At least...she remembered that they cared for her. Was it all false? Could she really only trust herself and not others?
One more turn and soon she was face to face with a sword wielding figure. The blade gleaming, sharp and cold. Falair took a step back as they came forward. Her blood running cold with fear. She had nothing to defend herself with. Again they took a step, this time she turned to run. Scrambling over debris as they drew closer. Falling to her knees, she searched for something to fight with. Anything. Anything at all.
She found a broken necklace.
Its string was broken, but the feeling of fear and the need to find something to fight with flooded away as she stood. Tieing the string in a knot, she held the necklace in her open hand. Admiring it fondly. A laugh, but nothing cruel. It was a playful laugh and soon a hand took the necklace from her. Placing it over her head, she smiled as the hand patted her chest. Telling her that is where it belonged. Yes, that was where it was suppose to be.
Falair took the hand, the voice laughing again. She laughed. It was contagious this laughter. But it felt so right.
Then something shifted, nothing was right now. The figure clung to her, cries and please. A burning in her chest. Flushing in her cheeks as anger took over. They asked for a promise that she just could not give them. She would not. Falair's brain shut down, shut it all out. They had taken so much, hurt her so much. She would not listen.
Not anymore. She pulled away, the grabbed for her once more. Only finding the necklace, the string breaking beneath their pull. As it fell to the ground a single clink rang through the air. A flash of a memory.
"Promise me you won't hate me...." The voice wavered and then it was gone. As was the memory. She couldn't remember them, she couldn't remember their voice. But she felt a burning rage in the pit of her stomach.
It felt familiar. An anger and a pain that she had already lived through before. Why had it returned?
Where was this place? Marzena wondered, peering out into the distance. All she could see was debris and fog and darkness, and nothing else. Not that she was afraid of the dark, by any means; diving into the deep depths of the ocean meant that she was used to such darkness.
But here was not the ocean. Here did not have the soothing sound of water around her. Instead, there were strange sounds all around, sounds that came from the unknown. Marzena breathed, pulling her fur collar closer for comfort. She could do this.
“In the end, you will always be alone.”
She spun around; she would challenge whoever it was that was talking and beat him senseless, but there was no one there, until she turned back.
“In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.”
"I knew that long ago." She whispered. Learned that even, through the harsh realities of this world. And yet she found herself stepping backwards as the stranger loomed closer, blade gleaming in his hand. Closer, and closer, until she couldn't take it anymore.
“SHOW ME YOUR RESOLVE.”
Where was her weapon? Fingers scrabbled around messily in the dirt, until she brushed over the hilt of the dagger. Her hand immediately closed around it, and for some reason, it felt right. All she wanted to do was to fight. Fight and win. Because Marzena Adriatico did not lose.
But even as she clutched her new found weapon with both hands, ready to defend herself, someone pushed her down and it fell out of her hands with a clatter. Whoever it was, was beating her up, calling her names, and all Marzena wanted to do was to twist their arms and inflict such pain upon them. Shove a dagger into their throats, cut their fingers off one by one, because how dare they bully her, how dare they even try--
She was frozen, she could do nothing as they plunged the dagger right into her ribs.
She jolted awake, a scream stuck in her throat, but she found herself in another dream. A dream where her tears had dried and angry resentment was boiling within her because how dare they take away her mother, how dare they break apart this family and how dare--
“I have seen your resolve. Never forget that the only one you can trust is yourself.”
A short bitter chuckle escaped from her lips, and she felt herself laugh, strained and hollowed choking sounds, attempting to push those angry tears back.
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:02 pm
Bix didn't like this pressing feeling. Helplessness. Solitude. The figure was unrelenting and vicious and as he scrambled to find anything he pulled out a scarp of bloodied cloth.
How would this help him?
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"He's got to be there!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face. "Ferdy calm down.." His mother grabbed his shoulders as he sobbed. "They've been looking." She looked tired beyond belief, her eyes swollen and red from her own crying. She was barely able to keep it together as she told him. "We're going to do whatever we can. Hire the best investigators but.. the police have other crimes and.. there's no evidence of anything." "Someone doesn't just DISAPPEAR!" He wrenched himself from her hands. "He could be kidnapped by some sicko! Or he could be hurt somewhere and if we don't find him.." "Ferdy.." "YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE UP! I'LL GO LOOK MYSELF!" He exploded out of the house and ran into the woods.
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“Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Make them feel your pain. Make them suffer.”
Bix trembled with the cloth in his hands. He'd never fixed it. Never found him. He wanted to pay someone back.
Looking around herself and not knowing how she got there, Gwyn saw that there was only debris, nothing but debris around her. Cautiously, she walked forward, trying not to slip and cut herself. Surrounding her, there was only fog, fog and darkness. It was hard to make anything out, and each sound was unsettling, making her think she was not alone in this place. Then there was a shuffling sound, and she wondered if there was someone else nearby. Trying to call out, Gwyn found her voice swallowed by the darkness, never to be heard.
For some reason, she could still hear the shuffling sound, closer now than it had been before. She felt her heart racing. Something brushed against her, making her want to scream, but then she remembered: No one could hear her. She was completely, and utterly alone.
“In the end, you will always be alone.”
Spinning around to try to locate the source of the voice, she saw nothing and realized it was in her head. Hearing another rustling sound, she turned back around and saw someone standing in front of her. Their tattered coat rustled softly while the fog hid most of their appearance. Gwyn couldn't help but feel as if they were watching her, waiting, eyes boring relentlessly into her.
“In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.”
Upon the voice speaking in her head again, they stepped forward, blade gleaming in their hand, and she found herself edging away. Something akin to fear and terror rose within her. They took another step towards her, and she found herself scrambling and then running away from it. The rustling noise kept growing closer and louder, causing Gwyn to panic, trip, and fall. The need and the desire to defend herself was strong, and she searched frantically through the rubble, for something. Anything.
“SHOW ME YOUR RESOLVE.”
Hearing that voice again, her hand brushed against something cold, making her flinch at first. Seeing it glint, Gwyn instinctively reached for it again. The object was a small dagger, slightly rusted, but still sharp enough to cut. The handle seemed worn out, but when she gripped it in her hands, she felt as if she were meant to hold it. Grinning a toothy smile, she brandished the knife, feeling as if she was able to take anything on with the small and simple weapon.
Someone laughed, and called her naïve, while another scoffed at her. Then someone pushed her, and she tumbled to the ground, dropping the dagger. When she tried to reach for it again, someone stepped on her hand and twisted their foot, causing her to cry out. As her hand was stomped on, someone punched her, knocking the wind out of her, and she crumpled up, coughing.
They then proceeded to call her names, to call her a demon and a monster. As they did so, they spit at her, kicked her, and ridiculed her. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn’t. She wanted to hurt them back, make them feel the same pain she felt, but her body wouldn’t respond. They continued to laugh at her, and she hated it, she hated this feeling, the feeling that she was weak and couldn’t do anything about it. Finally they stopped, and she thought that they were done, but then another stepped forward, holding the very dagger she had held just a moment earlier. She did not get a chance to scream before they pulled her up by the collar and plunged it into her chest, the searing pain of it causing her to black out.
When she awoke, she realized it was just a dream, but this time it had felt more real, more personal. The same feelings of anger and hatred coursed through her veins. The desire to hurt, to defend herself, to make them feel the same pain she did overwrote her other emotions.
Then a rustling sound brought her back, and she looked up to see that a goddess was standing in front of her, a gleaming blade in hand.
“I have seen your resolve. Never forget that the only one you can trust is yourself.”
The fog then swallowed up their figure, and she was left with a feeling of anger and resentment. Everyone was out to get her. The only one she could trust was herself.
OOC
Character name:Wonenwyng Gwynonwen (Gywn) Character appearance: An average sized, black haired woman with blood red eyes and very pale skin. She is wearing a red dress with Celtic designs embroidered on it, had kelp in her hair, and always looks to be damp or dripping wet. There is a black locked necklace around her neck. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 60/60 Current weapon equippedLost Memory
