Post by Robert on Aug 8, 2006 1:04:17 GMT -5
He nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck, his eyes shut lightly, but still tight enough to let himself fall asleep. His hands were loose against her skin, clueless to what he was doing to her. Her mouth seemed to open, as did her eyes, but she was stuck in the horrible scream of silence. No one could hear it, yet the sounds of imagination could supply. The terrifying picture of the only one he ever loved, stuck motionless in the grip of death. And all he could do was look.
Even though her skin felt cold, the boy could feel the heat that once coarsed through her veins. He could feel her magical essence inside of himself, unable to give it back. The item that could not be returned. Not ever. Not in any life could it be given back. Not ever could he give her the life he had stolen because of his selfish deeds.
The darkness seemed to expel from her silent screams, wrapping around his body and squeezing him tightly. The demons of vengeance wrapped their claws around his neck, trying to choke the newly obtained life out of him. Trying to get their soul back from the cursed boy. As their screeches filled his ears, distant words could be found around him. Howling at him. A mix of begging and commanding in their unnatural voices.
"GIVE US BACK!"
He tried to scream, yet as his only love had been trapt, his volume was non-existant. His voice was gone. Sucked away in their ever tightening grip around him. Their pull into the viod becoming stronger, the word ever increasing in it's harsh tone and tainted power.
"BACK! BACK!"
The mists of lifeless hell begun to twirl around him. Pulling at him and opening their gates to him. Yet even so, it continued. The noise that hated him so. The noise that begged for his death so as to obtain her life.
"BACK!"
The opposing force roared in a parting anger and denial. Already the shadows of the future had been cast upon him, releasing themselves against the demons of the past. Submerging them in an ever stronger hate for one's self. Striking them with the black sword that was his disgust for his own purposeless existance.
[glow=red,2,300]"BANISH ME!"[/glow]
Robert's voice roared aloud, unexpected from the small and quiet boy. The tone seemed not his own, as if another being had taken him over for only a moment. His body folded forward with the sudden outburst, a black light exploding from his body. Everything near him shattered, only the bed he sat on keeping from destructiuon. The bed-side table had been obliterated, the walls were covered in cracks, and the closet doors had been splintered. As well, the door that entered into his room has been knocked well of it's hinges and snaped into two chunks against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway.
Sweat dripped from his nose, his regular dull eyes regaining not life inside them, but an almost animalistic sense of rage flowing in their hues. He clenched his thin blanket tightly, later to find he had only about a third of it. The rest had been shredded and layed in many pieces on the floors. Yet, he didn't care. None of it mattered to him. He simply walked to his closet and withdrew a pair of black pants, as well as a long-sleeved shirt. He slipped them on quickly, slipping on a pair of black gloves afterward. Finally, he placed a pair of sneakers on his feet, and walked slowly out of his room, and eventually out of the academy. He needed time to think on the streets of Babylos, feeling the cool midnight air, but ultimtely not caring for that. He just needed something to keep his mind off of the strange images that plagued the night. Something to break him away from the past.
His eyes returned to their regular dull complexion, for once the dark aura about him not present. His demeanor was the same, but the tainted feel that presented itself around his body had been trapped for the time inside of his mind. The demons not aloud to twirl about him, for now, they were undergoing Robert's thought process. Images seen only with the mind's eyes.
Even though her skin felt cold, the boy could feel the heat that once coarsed through her veins. He could feel her magical essence inside of himself, unable to give it back. The item that could not be returned. Not ever. Not in any life could it be given back. Not ever could he give her the life he had stolen because of his selfish deeds.
The darkness seemed to expel from her silent screams, wrapping around his body and squeezing him tightly. The demons of vengeance wrapped their claws around his neck, trying to choke the newly obtained life out of him. Trying to get their soul back from the cursed boy. As their screeches filled his ears, distant words could be found around him. Howling at him. A mix of begging and commanding in their unnatural voices.
"GIVE US BACK!"
He tried to scream, yet as his only love had been trapt, his volume was non-existant. His voice was gone. Sucked away in their ever tightening grip around him. Their pull into the viod becoming stronger, the word ever increasing in it's harsh tone and tainted power.
"BACK! BACK!"
The mists of lifeless hell begun to twirl around him. Pulling at him and opening their gates to him. Yet even so, it continued. The noise that hated him so. The noise that begged for his death so as to obtain her life.
"BACK!"
The opposing force roared in a parting anger and denial. Already the shadows of the future had been cast upon him, releasing themselves against the demons of the past. Submerging them in an ever stronger hate for one's self. Striking them with the black sword that was his disgust for his own purposeless existance.
[glow=red,2,300]"BANISH ME!"[/glow]
Robert's voice roared aloud, unexpected from the small and quiet boy. The tone seemed not his own, as if another being had taken him over for only a moment. His body folded forward with the sudden outburst, a black light exploding from his body. Everything near him shattered, only the bed he sat on keeping from destructiuon. The bed-side table had been obliterated, the walls were covered in cracks, and the closet doors had been splintered. As well, the door that entered into his room has been knocked well of it's hinges and snaped into two chunks against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway.
Sweat dripped from his nose, his regular dull eyes regaining not life inside them, but an almost animalistic sense of rage flowing in their hues. He clenched his thin blanket tightly, later to find he had only about a third of it. The rest had been shredded and layed in many pieces on the floors. Yet, he didn't care. None of it mattered to him. He simply walked to his closet and withdrew a pair of black pants, as well as a long-sleeved shirt. He slipped them on quickly, slipping on a pair of black gloves afterward. Finally, he placed a pair of sneakers on his feet, and walked slowly out of his room, and eventually out of the academy. He needed time to think on the streets of Babylos, feeling the cool midnight air, but ultimtely not caring for that. He just needed something to keep his mind off of the strange images that plagued the night. Something to break him away from the past.
His eyes returned to their regular dull complexion, for once the dark aura about him not present. His demeanor was the same, but the tainted feel that presented itself around his body had been trapped for the time inside of his mind. The demons not aloud to twirl about him, for now, they were undergoing Robert's thought process. Images seen only with the mind's eyes.