- This one is actually one of my rather... long ones. From a long while ago... 0o;; Asylum Roleplay, one of my favorite kinds of roleplays. -
Wulff gave her another smile, pulling her into another hug and burying his face in her shoulder, eyes closing comfortably.
“If you'd be willing to give it to me, then I'll gladly accept...” he muttered, his cold lips against her neck. “And I suppose that you've been wanting to know somewhat about me right? I can tell... There's no better time than the present, I suppose, but it's not a great story...”
“I... Well... My father used to beat me, before when I didn't, as you folks say, 'see things' as... much as I do now. He said I was a freak, that I was the demon...” he began, his voice dropping into a low whisper, his eyes clouding slightly as he began to remember what memories he had buried deep within to block the pain.
“I suppose that you could say that I was once... normal, like you... It had begun on the first day of my first time at school. It was 6th grade, before that my mother and schooled me at home, but after her car accident... I never saw her after the accident. Father said she went to go live with her parents, but I knew that they had died sometime before, and that my father was lying that she was living with them.
“He was there, cooking supper as always, but there was something different about him, I could... sense it, if you will. I've always been able to read a person's feelings off of them if they were close enough, and normally, father wasn't like this. He seemed... almost angry, but I didn't understand why...” He went on, lifting his head to lean it back behind him, on the cool wall and stare at the ceiling, though his arms still rested loosely around Alue, not sure if she was actually listening or not.
“Apparently he'd gotten a phone call from my school, and he was angry that I didn't... fit in as well as I should... I tried to tell him, I tried to explain, but he yelled and brought out his belt and used it to whip me. Apparently my mother had been the same, though she never told him until earlier that year. To this day I think he murdered her because of what she saw... And to this day I hate him because of it. Him and my brother, both of them saw us as freaks, as demons that needed to die.
“My mother had once said that there was a demon inside us all, that doesn't show itself to anyone but special people. At this moment, I think I finally understand what she meant... My father, though, hated anyone who thought differently than he did, he made sure that I'd learned my lesson about, at the very least, speaking out about my... visions to him. But, it was by the end of the month that this... vision stuff that I have, seemed to consume me. I couldn't tell who was who, or what. All I could see where demons. I think that, once before, I saw what seemed to be an angel...” he explained, his eyes opening slightly as he stared at the wall hard, trying to remember everything.
“He was... like you, at first, he seemed to understand, or at least accept me. But then later on, I found out that he was no different from my father, and my father had become the greatest demon of them all. He's the one who made me snap, who made me... Well, let's just say that it was his fault that he died the way he did...” Wulff looked away to the wall behind Alue, angered and disgusted by himself. He scowled at something only he could see, his eyes narrowing.
“I never meant to do it...” he muttered, his gaze traveling around the room once before he shivered and closed his eyes, seeming to try and escape the visions of his past that flooded him.
“I never meant to... They brought it on, and after I'd tasted the blood, I could see the demon in myself breaking through... I was shot at, they shot to kill,” he muttered, raising a hand to touch the scar on the right side of his chest.
“But they missed... The doctors said that my heart is on the wrong side; that it's on the left... After that, they had sent me to the prison, trialed as an adult at the age of 13. Until it happened again... The prisoners that had triggered it had said it was like a demon was after them, and that's when I realized that no matter how big of a demon I see everyone else, I myself am the biggest demon of them all.
“After that attack, they'd done tests on me and studied me for a full year before they stuck me in an institution, like this one, only smaller and more cramped with people. I couldn't stand being near so many, I could see the demons and hear them, even when their human forms were sleeping they stayed awake. I was forced to stay there until only five years ago, when they moved me to the last asylum where I attacked the demon there to die. And then I ended up here, though now I would've chosen anywhere else so I hadn't hurt you like I did...”
Truthfully, he had no idea if Alue was still listening, and he wouldn't've blamed her if she'd left. After all, he was telling the tale of the past sins of a demon.
He opened his eyes, still seeing everything of his past coming to swirl into one jumble before his eyes. He could sense that Alue was still there, though he was not trying to concentrate enough to actually see the present long enough to tell, he let out the question, “What year is it, exactly? What... What is the date of today...?”
He glanced down at her, making sure that she was still there, his arms still around her waist in an almost protective way. A hand rose to brush against her throat, his face pained. “I'm so sorry, Alue...”
