A moments reprieve
Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:15 pm
Mavrick packed his bag and slamed the door to his dorm room behind him. Making his way off the campus under the cover of the night, A single thought crossed his mind. "I'll be back, I still haven't gotten the answers I'm looking for."
As Mavrick wandered the streets surviving on cash he made doing odd jobs. The demonic voice of his true self still hissed at the back of his mind. "They were useless anyway, you had no point even interacting with them."
"That choice is mine and mine alone."
"Choice? You have no choices, you only have a purpose."
Days went by and Mavrick continued to wander finding no Solitude even in his own mind. Soon his face began to reflect the mental anguish that he had been enduring. He could no longer take the images of death that were constantly being burned into his mind, His eyes continously showing him the bodies that littered the streets of atlas. Mavrick curled himself up and sat. He rested his back against the cold metal of a gardage bin. He was weary from the lack of food and his mind was begining to crack from the voice continually tormenting him even as he tried to sleep. He sank his face into the palm of his hand as the other he placed onto the dark asphalt. His hand fell ontop of a jagged piece of glass which his attention quickly turned to. He picked up the piece of glass and begin to clutch it tightly. So Tightly that blood begin to run down his arm. He held the shard up and began to gaze at it lovingly like a long lost pet. He gazed at the blood trickling down his arm and watched as it stained the glass,
"This will be my relief from the existence I was given, I will graciously accept my fate to be nothing. But these eyes, I never asked for these eyes of mine! It's all these damn eye's of mine!"
"Go ahead, Pluck the eye's from your head nothing will change what you are. What we are, The sooner you realize and accpet that you can return to our original state instead of being trapped in this puppet you've decided to fashion for yourself. So go right ahead plunge your self deeper and deeper into misery. Rip out our eyes, You'll still feel everything..."
Mavricks hand began to shake as he pressed the glass into his skin preparing to carve out his own eyes. When suddenly in the reflection of the glass he saw the pendant he was wearing since the day he awoke in the desereted building. His hand began to steady and even his breathing slowed. He lowered the glass shard and small smirk crossed his face.
"Tell me.. . you know so much about who we are. Who is sade..."
There was no response to his question.
"I figured, Sorry but I can't have us return to one mind yet. Not untill Ifind out who the hell gave me this damn pendant. So your going to have to learn to shut the hell up because the only person who might have an answer to that question is back at that damn school."
Mavrick picked himself up once more and made his way out of the alley. Walking back towards the answers he seeks.
As Mavrick wandered the streets surviving on cash he made doing odd jobs. The demonic voice of his true self still hissed at the back of his mind. "They were useless anyway, you had no point even interacting with them."
"That choice is mine and mine alone."
"Choice? You have no choices, you only have a purpose."
Days went by and Mavrick continued to wander finding no Solitude even in his own mind. Soon his face began to reflect the mental anguish that he had been enduring. He could no longer take the images of death that were constantly being burned into his mind, His eyes continously showing him the bodies that littered the streets of atlas. Mavrick curled himself up and sat. He rested his back against the cold metal of a gardage bin. He was weary from the lack of food and his mind was begining to crack from the voice continually tormenting him even as he tried to sleep. He sank his face into the palm of his hand as the other he placed onto the dark asphalt. His hand fell ontop of a jagged piece of glass which his attention quickly turned to. He picked up the piece of glass and begin to clutch it tightly. So Tightly that blood begin to run down his arm. He held the shard up and began to gaze at it lovingly like a long lost pet. He gazed at the blood trickling down his arm and watched as it stained the glass,
"This will be my relief from the existence I was given, I will graciously accept my fate to be nothing. But these eyes, I never asked for these eyes of mine! It's all these damn eye's of mine!"
"Go ahead, Pluck the eye's from your head nothing will change what you are. What we are, The sooner you realize and accpet that you can return to our original state instead of being trapped in this puppet you've decided to fashion for yourself. So go right ahead plunge your self deeper and deeper into misery. Rip out our eyes, You'll still feel everything..."
Mavricks hand began to shake as he pressed the glass into his skin preparing to carve out his own eyes. When suddenly in the reflection of the glass he saw the pendant he was wearing since the day he awoke in the desereted building. His hand began to steady and even his breathing slowed. He lowered the glass shard and small smirk crossed his face.
"Tell me.. . you know so much about who we are. Who is sade..."
There was no response to his question.
"I figured, Sorry but I can't have us return to one mind yet. Not untill Ifind out who the hell gave me this damn pendant. So your going to have to learn to shut the hell up because the only person who might have an answer to that question is back at that damn school."
Mavrick picked himself up once more and made his way out of the alley. Walking back towards the answers he seeks.