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 Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 10:21 pm
WARNING! First two posts contain hints at cannibalism and blood.
Silence and Peace. Bizarrely unfamiliar, and yet welcomed unlike anything else. Power that was once unknown to him brought comfort in such an indescribable manner that nary a thing could bring him from his high.
How such a transformation came to be seemed to be unfathomable for the boy. For a time that seemed unending, an unspoken terror engulfed him, freezing him in place, forcing him to simply neglect the duties that he was 'supposedly' bound to. What was the point of fighting?
The strength he found himself with one morning just didn't seem like his. So strange and so surreal.. And yet it was in fact his own. And maybe it was this change within him that caused The boy to be there tonight.
Casually sitting atop of a tree in his neighborhood, he watched out from his perch, admiring the flickering lights in the houses, occasionally blocked from view by the branches that swayed in the wind. If it were not for the clothing he wore, by the power he seemed to let leak off of of him, he wondered if normal civilians would see him as just some crazy kid looking for danger.
With everything seeming so safe, not much else called for attention. Maybe it was time to go home. Those who needed protection slept so soundly in their homes, with not an ounce of sense for danger plaguing their minds, were safe as of now, and that was all he could ask for. It took only a few moments for him to slip from his perch, landing safely on the ground. The only task left now was to find a safe, unseen place to power down.. Always far more easier said than done.
Hands came from no where, so many hands, gripping him, pulling him down to his knees. Voices he could not place gave forth feelings of merriment and joy, entertained by the boy at their feet.
That face, he knew that face. But he could not place it. Such a tall man stood before him, with others, unknown to him. Blank, faceless, unseen bound his arms, threading their fingers through his hair and pulling it, forcing him to look up to the man who stood above him.
He was scared. His mouth opened to scream, to try to fight, but he was weak. Too weak to move, too weak to fight back.
And so he begged.
Begging, pleading, sobbing for his life, for his freedom. The boy held nothing of importance to these people, and he knew it. He was to become a symbol, one that represented just how powerless he was.
Fingers slipped into his mouth, prying his lips apart millimeter by millimeter. The man, with eyes that shone an indescribable color, and filled with such hatred and agonizingly painful glee knelt before him, his hands coming up to cradle the boy's paled cheeks. His touch, falsely gentle, caressing his cheeks as if there was nothing to fear.
From between his lips came something that glowed. Something bright and warm and causing the entire face of the unknown man to glow. He laughed, pressing his lips violently against the boys, forcing the lump of warm, pulsing flesh, human flesh into his mouth. The man, grinning widely, finding such utter delight in the boys placement, at his weakness, at his suffering, gave only one command.
"Swallow."
(Word Count: 559)
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 10:24 pm
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry.
Can you still hear me? Is anyone listening? Who were you? What was your name? What did you do? How did this happen?
I'm so sorry. You had a life, you had something to live for. There was something there that you wanted to do, wasn't there?
Your mom must miss you. Your dad. Your brothers and sisters. Did you have any children? Were you even old enough to know about having children?
Who were you..? Were you like me? Were you confused alone and scared? Did you cry?
I'm sorry.. I never knew you. I will never be able to see you smile, or laugh. Were you happy in your life?
I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.
Maybe I could have been your friend. Maybe we were so close I saw you every day. We could have passed by each other. I could have smiled at you, and you at me. I might have even said 'good morning' once or twice.
You should have been my friend. We shouldn't have met like this.
So useless. I couldn't save you. I couldn't do anything.
I wanted to save you. I wanted to return you to where you belonged. I wanted to hold you as you wake up from this inconceivable nightmare, then take you home. Wave goodbye and wish you the best.
But I can't. I.. I wasn't strong enough. No where NEAR strong enough.
My unknown friend. My dear, sweet friend. He hurt us. He hurt you first. He stole something so precious, I can't even comprehend how it felt.
I don't want to know if it hurt. I hate that I can never comfort you.. I hope you couldn't feel anything. I hope you smiled.. I hope there was no fear.
He hurt me, again, and again, and again. He wants me dead. I've never done anything to hurt him. I've never done anything to make him hate me.
I wanted to live. I want to live. And I made it out alive.
Is that why he hunts me? Is that why he wants me dead?
I lived. But I was scared. And he knew. He knew and he hunted me. Who was he?
Why? When? How? I just don't know. But he hurt me, he's here again, and he's hurt me.
And now I am filthy. Unclean.. Violated beyond comprehension.
Inside of me.. Something unholy, something so vile.. Something so taboo.
I can't reach that far inside to clean.
I can't understand. Why? What purpose was there to do this?
My tongue, it bleeds. My throat, it aches. My smile fades away. It's been gone for such a long time.
Why can't I get clean? Why. Can't. I. Get. CLEAN?!
Nothing is right anymore, nothing makes sense.
What is strong enough to clean the soul? How can I pull this out of me? Over and over I try, til nothing comes up.
Am I empty? Why can I still feel it inside of me. It feels so rotten.. What can I clean myself with?
Burn it away, burn it all away.
(Word Count: 500)
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 8:42 pm
Why..? Why did the one hurt me so badly..? Why did he force my lips apart with his sick, threatening words..? Why did he force the flesh into my mouth..
I couldn't stop retching after that. I forced myself to throw up so many times, over and over again. Nothing, not even acid came out. It hurt so badly, but I couldn't feel clean. No matter how hard I tried, my mouth could not feel clean. My insides felt like they were tearing apart.
I wanted to get clean. I needed too.
There must have been something in my restroom to help clean me. And maybe.. If it were all inside of my body, it could burn away the remains of the seed that was inside of me.
And it did.. And it burned so much more.
I cast my gaze up towards the ceiling, meeting with unfamiliar, pale fluorescent lighting. I know what this place is, but I just can't place it.
There’s no one else here. I’m all alone, but I don’t know why. I stand up, aching all over. Everything around me is fuzzy, out of focus, distorted and swirling to create a confusing, spinning room. How I even manage to walk to the door, I don’t know.
I tug, and pull and kick with shaking legs, but the door won’t open. I can see shadowy figures pass by the glass window panel, but no one stops to look. I open my mouth to call out, to beg for someone to talk to me, to explain what was going on, but no sound comes out.
Fear overtakes me, then panic begins to sweep me away, forcing me to bang at the window, at the glass, trying harder and harder to grab someone’s attention. Anyone’s attention.
One man stops. He stands there, with his back towards me, the door separating us.
“Let me out!” I beg in silence, hoping that atleast my lips can convey the fear and confusion that was beginning to swallow me whole. He turns to face me, his dark hair obscuring his entire face. He looks like a specter, out of place, so dark against the white of this place around me. He didn't belong here. Then he turned straight around, coming so close to the door that I stumbled back in surprise. His face pressed completely against my small window.
It was him.
He was back. And he was laughing. Oh, his terrible laugh wrangled a scream from me as I stumbled back further, knocking over the tray of surgical tools and slicing up my own hands on them.
The door handle turned slowly, and I scrambled back as far as i could. Dark crimson hand prints appeared wherever I touched. And they spread. Over the walls, on the bed, on the door, on that man.
My blood was on that man. A hand print going straight across his face. His hand held a single flower. I had seen that flower before but I could not place it. I could not think. I could not even breath anymore.
He came to my side, using a single finger to tilt my chin upwards to face his unrelenting, proud and terrifying gaze. His lips came to mine once more, though this time, there was no seed, only words whispered against mine.
“And they are dust now. All of them.”
(Word Count: 563)
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 12:42 pm
Opening my eyes, I find myself looking down a long overgrown road. Behind me, there is a wall, going upwards endlessly, and wider than my eyes could see. There was no way to turn back from where I stood. Doorways, gates, holes.. Nothing was visible on the wall, so there was only one way to go.
As I walk down this road, not seeming to know anything, not the past, nor present, nor future, I see it split into two directions, not far from where I am. Although my focus was on the pathways before me, I could not stop my feet from continuing on my way.
The first path is brightly lit. Beautiful spring foliage, birds singing merrily, and many adorable animals were scattered along the way. The sun was shining through the trees and flowers lined the path, covered in a dazzling dew, sending shards of brilliance all around.
The first path is straight, as far as I could see, the road was smooth, no bumps or creases. It was truly beautiful. Alas, at the end was darkness. Blacker than a starless night, an endless oblivion with no means of escape. Even If I tried, if I tread that path, the emptiness was unavoidable, for life only moves in one direction and stops for no one. The only thing that would keep me company would be the memory of what I experienced on my way there. I'd remain in that darkness for all of eternity.
The second path is dark and utterly eerie. Trees bare, all the organic life forms dead, except for the thorns and thick brush lining the road’s edges. The road veered every direction, making the journey down it look even longer then it should. The only real life that I see is all sorts of perilous creatures. Venomous, ravenous creatures of the land wait for me, just waiting for me to come. Eyeing me as if i was some delicacy for them to stick their fangs in. Then, there are the carnivorous, gluttonous beasts of the sky, circling overhead, waiting for me to fall, to perish, for they did not eat what is alive. Scavengers, they were, waiting for me to be ripped apart. If I were to go down that path alone, surely I'd be devoured. But that's not the worst part..
Oh no, that by far is not the worst. It's the sky. A crimson red sky, with grey thunder clouds scattered all around like blood dripped on a sidewalk, with only tiny areas of concrete that shown through. A gruesome thought, yes, but that's what it appeared as. Nothing else can really describe it except for this one word. Horrifying. Way beyond that I could see the sun shining, a bright light, a place where new hope can be born. A place where I could finally be free. Free of all the judgmental glances that I could feel in the darkness around me. I could be safe there.
I had finally reached the fork, but now I am faced with a question, with a choice. Which road should I take? Suddenly, two figures appeared before me. One on each side of the path. They both reached out to me, trying to get me to come with them.
The person on the bright path was angelic, and wore bright clothes mixing wonderfully with the bright blue sky. Their clothing was white, and their voice was soft and sweet, beckoning me forth with promises of love and comfort but with no real expression. Who were they? How could I trust them? Were they to be a leader that I am to trust with never having seen their faces before? Such blind faith was so.. So very unsettling. It was safe with them, I knew this. And the path was well lit and worn, as if others before me chose that way with her.
The person who was on the dark, eerie path wore black clothing, even darker than the sky. Beside them were so many weapons; swords, axes, spears, and more piled up on a cart, as if this was preparation for war. But they would surely help me down that deadly path. And their eyes. Those eyes.. I knew them, I had seen them somewhere before, but this feeling I had in my chest was not one I honestly had been expecting. In my mind, this should have been fear, but instead it was longing. Such a deep, aching longing to go with them. There was chaos there, no doubt, on that dark and deadly road, but it felt right. They spoke no words to me, they offered no comfort, but their gaze was solid. They read my mind; he knew of my uncertainty in anything to do. He offered guidance. He knew me, I knew him. I wasn't just some unfortunate soul who needed to be guided, no. He wasn't going to offer anything like kindness or rose colored glasses. These things down the road were real, and he was going to help me clear the path to where I belonged.
But which should I choose? Should I risk my life, along with my companion’s in order to reach a happy end? Or should I go on this safe path, with no risk to anyone. What exactly lies beyond my vision? This faceless woman before me with such sweet words, or the man who I knew but feared who remained silent. I don’t understand what I should do, yet my feet continued to move forward, giving me hardly any time to think, to decide which was right.
And as I veered towards the bright road, out of control of my own actions, as if fate already decided what I needed to do, a hand grabbed me, pulling me from that direction right before the road split, and guided me toward them.
The man, though angry and terrifying pulled my arm, holding my hand, lacing their fingers with mine. He still did not smile, but he stopped me, forcing me to turn towards that expressionless woman, who did not even look towards us. She did not need me, she knew that someone else would come by and then she would stop them, coax them into following her blindly into such eternal and unending darkness. I was meaningless to her.
Turning me around once more, the man, who I knew, who I finally recognized, tilted my head up, looking down at me with glee. I was not frighted, no, not this time. He smiled down at me, squeezing me tighter to his form.
I knew where I belonged. I belonged to this man, and he was my prince to be served.
“You are mine.”
(Word Count: 1125)
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 7:47 pm
After the storm, everything seemed to glisten. The storm was so strong, so very powerful. It was long coming as well. There was nothing there that ever indicated it would bypass. No, it was on a straight path for such a long time that it became unavoidable. No preparations could be made, for when it was seen coming, no one seemed to take it's threat very seriously at all. Perhaps there was one person who knew how threatening it was, yet they remained in silence, frightened by the scorned looks that came about whenever the clouds were mentioned.
No one talked about it. No one acknowledged it. Everyone allowed the clouds to arrive as if there was nothing but clear skies all around. It crept closer and closer, demanding to be noticed, for someone to recognize that it didn't belong here, yet still nothing.
I saw it coming, but my feet wouldn't move. I just watched it creep closer. I was mesmerized by it. Surely something so beautiful and natural could never bring us harm, I thought. I could smell the rain coming and my bones began to ache from the impending rainfall.
First it came down slowly, trickling out of the sky, down window shields and roof tops. The sun continued to shine through, attempting to give these people one last chance to recognize that there was something wrong here. My hand reached up to point at it and to show others that it was there.
Still, no one listened. The sky, angry with being ignored, opened up with an ear splitting crack of thunder.
The people looked up to see everything come down around them. They ran. They ran and ran as the rain came down, filling up everything around us. Some people grabbed at me, pleading with me to move, though motionless I remained. I wasn't worth saving, no, not this time, and I was left behind.
And here I stood. I could not move. Every drop that came down on on my skin ached, stinging like pins shoved under my skin. I couldn't understand what I had done to deserve such a thing. I couldn't find any sort of comprehension behind it all. I was to die alone, and be left there to rot. I was scared of what was to happen to me, as the water began to creep up higher and higher around me, before I was completely submerged. Unable to breath, my eyes closed, content with my end.
As soon as the water came, it drained away. I was left on my knees gasping for breath. Panicked, I quickly turned my neck in every direction. There was no one left. Only trees and grass and flowers. I must have been swept away to somewhere far from the city where I once stood.
The night and clouds came about to push away the day. The glistening had ended; countless sparkling crystals now dimmed to a pale shimmer from nothing but an odd, green moon that was in the sky. Everything seemed so clean with no signs of there had ever been anything here besides a rainstorm.
Whispers appeared behind me, and as I turned again to look, there were a small group of people, no more than four or five, dressed in the same green the moon was. Each one held a flower in their hand, surrounded by what seemed to be ashes at their feet. For reasons I could not explain, my eyes began to water, tears welling up to form waterfalls down my cheeks.
My friends, my loves, my everything. I had never met them, but I knew that they were mine, and they loved me just as much as I loved them. In a single instant, I was with them. I held them in my arms, as they all gathered around me. My lips parted, wanting to ask them where they had been for such a long time, why did they leave me?
And they crumbled. As quickly as dropping sand they vanished from my arms, becoming part of the dust pile at my feet. Their flowers poked up, glimmering just as all of the rest of the world around me turned to sand, and I was left in darkness.
Large, familiar arms came from behind, embracing me and their owner leaned down to rest his chin on my shoulder. My own hands reached up to grasp at his arm, trying to ensure that he would not vanish on my either. A soft, sad chuckle came from between his lips, and a gentle touch was applied to my head.
“I can help you. I will help you. Just trust me, you are safe.”
(Word Count: 789)
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 8:26 pm
I’ve found that dreams are the most peculiar of things. They bring out the worries, the cares and concerns you find yourself with during the daylight hours, and shift them into a warped reality that you may have slight control over.
Perhaps it is not the best way to think about things, but I've suddenly found myself not caring. I've allowed myself to finally feel that. Just nothing. Allowing my apathy towards the entire situation to take over fills my body with such freedom I had never felt before. I could just simply float away, leaving all of my stress and fears far, far behind me.
I’ve found a peace within myself, within my dreamscape. I do not know what the dreams meant, what they were trying to tell me.
Oh you, the one who has forsaken me so long ago, who wished for my death and would once stop at nothing to kill me, how do you feel? Regret? Hope? Endless wonder?
Oh my dear, sweet, loathsome being, I wonder how you would feel if you were given such an experience as I! How would you feel if all of your fear and confusion manifested in your dreams, in your mind’s eye?
Oh you, who I am to call ‘queen’. You mean nothing to me. You’ve never shown your face to me. You’ve never told me what my purpose was. You have no right to call on me, to have awaken me to the being that I am now. I had peace before I became this. I have never served you. I never will serve you. What I have done before this was to ensure the safety of those that wish to harm the ones that fall victim to your war. There must be another way. There is most certainly another way.
Oh my beloved home.. Oh how I have loved you. How quietly you must sleep now. I wish to see you again. I wish to know that you do reside somewhere far from here. I wish to know your history, what I came from, what you do now as you rest. I want to know who broke you. I will find out, and, though revenge I cannot promise, there will be a conclusion for us.
I am a clean slate, I feel as if I know what I want now. I want the truth. I want to see my home with my own two eyes. I want to belong somewhere, with the people who believe I matter. I want organization, to know that what I do have purpose, that there is a clear goal. I want peace. Peace for everyone, peace, knowing that my existence no longer puts the people I love in danger. And I want strength. I know I have it, I know it resides inside of me, but to reach inside and grab it. That is what I desire.
I know not who it is that is responsible for my past misery, my heart break. I do not know who it was who broke down my world into pieces. Not just my planet, mind you, but my very essence. The very beings who made my life have meaning. But that matters not. Nothing can shake me anymore.
I am at peace. And with this peace, I will go home. I sleep no longer.
(Word Count: 559)
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