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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 1:49 pm
The cloaked man sat staring into the forest from the wal of the buildingl that he was propped up against... could life be so cruel to one being, and sleep well when time seizes to flow? When the wheel of demise has reached it's final name, would nature be so kind, as to etch his name into the accursed wheel? Would it continue to torture him, the madness within his head that life has forgotten him? Had time moved on without his knowing? He clutched a rock, and beat himself over the head with it. Pain is the only thing in his world that is real. He started terrible, and was wrapping up worse. The eye of his life was closing, yet he was nowhere near his demise. Reaching for the life within him, he choked, and spat up blood. His face pale, he felt as if he was caught in the middle of a never ending.
never moving. never easing hurricane of pain and misery. All he had known was fading away like blood on glass. His reflection was that of another dimension, and his palms grew sweaty as he stared into the sky. He hated. Despised. Loathed. Cursed. Cried out to the Goddesses, who had given him life as a cruel trick, and nothing more. His place was gone, and his purpose never formed, much like that extra chromosome. His eyes darkened with lack of sleep, he stood, and instantly fell again, scraping the dirt with his overgrown fingernails in a futile attempt to ease his inner pain. He began to sink, not into the dirt, but into the suicidal attempts that Ganon craved. He suddenly didn't care about anything.
His mind strained to think of a better world. Would it only be worse for him in the next world? Not even time would tell of this tale, and he knew that well. He wiped his hair from his face, and removed his small, and dull blade. He raised it into the air above him like the hanging guillotine of fate. He sat in the corner contemplating, but somehow not predicting his next actions. His arms almost moved on their own, and his blade sunk painfully and deep into his crawling dirty flesh. The pain almost felt better than his ecstasy, or had he ever known what life was truly about? Robbed of all the happiness he could have had, he extracted the blade from it's current case, and placed back in another part of his being, smiling wider this time. His sadistic smile told every horrified spectator that could have been watching that he planned to end it.
He brought the blade out from within him yet again, and this time aimed for his heart, but his shaking hands couldn't pinpoint the muscle memory, and his stabbed himself square across his stomach. As if in a hazy blur, people rushed the roads of his mind, and took cover. The end of their world was coming, and it was coming fast. The people within him screamed in agony, while the people outside of his confines took his ending from his only tools of work, and lifted him onto a stretcher. He awoke not in his bed as a new child, like he had hoped, but rather he sat in a small dark room, tied down by unseen forces. The other beings opened the door to light, and frowned upon him. They led him to a barred door, and closed it on him. Immediately, he took the next course of ending his failing existence, and pounded his head against the walls.
The pain. The only thing he now considered reality did not come. He blinked a few times, and stared at the cushioned wall, and then to the cushioned floor. The light overhead was dimming on his form. The night was long, and when the beings returned, they found that he had somehow killed himself in the room where nothing was a danger, not even himself. They dragged his corpse out of the room, and looked down upon him. He had drowned in a pool of his own tears. He was placed in a wooden box, and a funeral was held for him in the cemetery of the far off, Rauru town. Nobody appeared to the funeral. Only a little girl stood before his casket with a shimmering candle. The ghost of his being sat on top of the body, unseen to the eye. The man had no way of ending his sorrow now. What was there after death, but to watch how cruel life can be again? The girl with that candle smiled, and stared up at the apparition. "I'll end your sorrow."
said the child. She turned to a black form, and launched from her position. She, and many other forms like hers, tore at the man's clothes and skin. They dragged him to the underworld, where he would receive all the pain he could handle. His pain turned to happiness, and he sighed, as he stared out of the small cage he was stuffed in. He coughed on the horrid fumes, and took the needles the prodded him as a blessing. He faded away into the many others that would rise as a mis-understood Re-dead. Next time you slay a Re-dead... only know that you could be causing that particular re-dead unmatched amounts of pleasure. The hurricane of pain around the man would soon worsen, and he would walk with the rest...
never moving. never easing hurricane of pain and misery. All he had known was fading away like blood on glass. His reflection was that of another dimension, and his palms grew sweaty as he stared into the sky. He hated. Despised. Loathed. Cursed. Cried out to the Goddesses, who had given him life as a cruel trick, and nothing more. His place was gone, and his purpose never formed, much like that extra chromosome. His eyes darkened with lack of sleep, he stood, and instantly fell again, scraping the dirt with his overgrown fingernails in a futile attempt to ease his inner pain. He began to sink, not into the dirt, but into the suicidal attempts that Ganon craved. He suddenly didn't care about anything.
His mind strained to think of a better world. Would it only be worse for him in the next world? Not even time would tell of this tale, and he knew that well. He wiped his hair from his face, and removed his small, and dull blade. He raised it into the air above him like the hanging guillotine of fate. He sat in the corner contemplating, but somehow not predicting his next actions. His arms almost moved on their own, and his blade sunk painfully and deep into his crawling dirty flesh. The pain almost felt better than his ecstasy, or had he ever known what life was truly about? Robbed of all the happiness he could have had, he extracted the blade from it's current case, and placed back in another part of his being, smiling wider this time. His sadistic smile told every horrified spectator that could have been watching that he planned to end it.
He brought the blade out from within him yet again, and this time aimed for his heart, but his shaking hands couldn't pinpoint the muscle memory, and his stabbed himself square across his stomach. As if in a hazy blur, people rushed the roads of his mind, and took cover. The end of their world was coming, and it was coming fast. The people within him screamed in agony, while the people outside of his confines took his ending from his only tools of work, and lifted him onto a stretcher. He awoke not in his bed as a new child, like he had hoped, but rather he sat in a small dark room, tied down by unseen forces. The other beings opened the door to light, and frowned upon him. They led him to a barred door, and closed it on him. Immediately, he took the next course of ending his failing existence, and pounded his head against the walls.
The pain. The only thing he now considered reality did not come. He blinked a few times, and stared at the cushioned wall, and then to the cushioned floor. The light overhead was dimming on his form. The night was long, and when the beings returned, they found that he had somehow killed himself in the room where nothing was a danger, not even himself. They dragged his corpse out of the room, and looked down upon him. He had drowned in a pool of his own tears. He was placed in a wooden box, and a funeral was held for him in the cemetery of the far off, Rauru town. Nobody appeared to the funeral. Only a little girl stood before his casket with a shimmering candle. The ghost of his being sat on top of the body, unseen to the eye. The man had no way of ending his sorrow now. What was there after death, but to watch how cruel life can be again? The girl with that candle smiled, and stared up at the apparition. "I'll end your sorrow."
said the child. She turned to a black form, and launched from her position. She, and many other forms like hers, tore at the man's clothes and skin. They dragged him to the underworld, where he would receive all the pain he could handle. His pain turned to happiness, and he sighed, as he stared out of the small cage he was stuffed in. He coughed on the horrid fumes, and took the needles the prodded him as a blessing. He faded away into the many others that would rise as a mis-understood Re-dead. Next time you slay a Re-dead... only know that you could be causing that particular re-dead unmatched amounts of pleasure. The hurricane of pain around the man would soon worsen, and he would walk with the rest...
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Dogura's Home
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