So I must start out by saying that this was at the time one of my most promising writings. It was inspired by no guy (at first) and it was all me; you see I have this habit of letting the relationship I'm in at the moment inspire my writing (which is good at times sure, but hell when you can't seem to finish anything because the relationship fails before you are able to; because then you find yourself never returning to finish it, this is the reason why I have so many unfinished stories)
So it wasn't until the introduction of the character Cross did my current relationships influence jump in (of course this relationship wasn't new at the time, and it wasn't old; we were in a comfortable situation... he was just in the middle of another one of his personality lapses, he often went through this times when he'd try to 'become someone else' of course it always failed and once it failed the inspiration for this story died)
Oh well, enjoy.
Introduction
He could feel all of their eyes on him; their burning, criticizing, scientific eyes. They knew what he was, and that made him want to scream and tear them apart, but for some reason his mind kept hitting walls. A mindless number of walls felt as if they were wrapping around his tiny body, squeezing his breathe; the very life, right out of him.
He screamed, and realized at that moment his cries were only returned to him in silence; a deadly, deafening silence. This was a silence that threatened to eat him alive and then tear his own body apart. He screamed for a final time, and felt something pull at his arms, a feeling close to that of a tiny piece of string pulling at every hair and every inch of flesh.
This sensation excited him, making him believe he might finally be breaking through these men in white’s invisible walls. He screamed louder, his eyes threatening to bleed in their sockets, until the tingling on his arms intensified, only making his screams louder and more intense, until finally he felt his flesh blister.
He refused to give up, and threw his right arm out towards the men who simply watched in stunned awe at the sight. His eyes locked on them first, until the sight of blood caught his eyes and he panicked, dropping his control of the blood at once.
It dropped around his arm, soaking his flesh and the ground before him in his own crimson life. He was stunned silent, never before had he actually seen himself bleed, he even thought it wasn’t possible. He dropped to his knees in front of the small pool, not in pain or shock but in pure amazement. He gazed over his arm in sudden realization…
He felt no pain. Although his flesh was torn and blood dripped endlessly from the open wound he felt nothing. No pain, no tinkling like before, nothing. Nothing except his sudden realization that gave him power to defeat these men in white, and he grinned.
His deep crimson eyes shot up from their gaze on the pool to look at the men in white, the four of them, who each took a step back at almost the exact same time. This reaction only widened his grin; he knew they knew what he had learned. He also knew they hadn’t known about this part, and therefore didn’t prepare. Their walls would be useless.
He rose his left hand slowly over the pool of blood, his pleasure raising in his blood as the pool of life began to shape and lift into the air before him until a perfect crimson orb rose to levitate in front of his face. From the corners of his eyes he saw the four men gasp; no, they hadn’t been prepared for this new turn of events.
He stood slowly, his naked body glistening in the sweat produced by his new discovery. He held out both his hands now, his fingers spread like a man about to claw into the sky. He felt the sensation of the strings linked between their bodies, the pure power and rush leaking into his flesh. He took in a deep breath, smelling the sweet pulsing beneath their living flesh. He watched their eyes widened as they too felt the strings pulling each hair on their body. Their walls were useless. Their bodies were useless. They were his now.
He felt the tension in his body as the power increased, and as the strength required to pull of this task sucked out his own life, yet it wasn’t making him weaker. In fact it was making him quite the opposite, he felt the power seep into his bones. He felt the strength return to his flesh and grinned madly at the completely healed wound on his right arm. He had finally found a way to perfect his already strange powers. He had finally found the true capabilities these men had given birth to. He loved it.
He licked his lips carelessly as he locked his hands on the pressure of the tangle of imaginary strings. Strings that would have a wonderful effect once pulled. He locked his hands shut in a fist in a movement so fast no human eye could catch it, and he felt the warm spray touch his naked flesh like the first sprinkles of spring’s first rain. Then the down pour touched him, and he dropped to his knees once again, this time in pure ecstasy as the crimson liquid coated his body. His mid-back length black hair stuck to his back and shoulders, dripping with blood. His flesh was dyed red with blood, and a pool of blood spread from him to the four masses of once white outfits before him. The only thing left of them now was crushed bone, flesh, and clothing; mixed into a perfectly bloodless patty. He grinned.
It was beautiful no matter which way you looked at it.
It was beautiful because he now knew nothing could stop him.
The creatures who gave him life couldn’t stop him, so how could anyone who knew nothing of his powers?
He was unstoppable.
So it wasn't until the introduction of the character Cross did my current relationships influence jump in (of course this relationship wasn't new at the time, and it wasn't old; we were in a comfortable situation... he was just in the middle of another one of his personality lapses, he often went through this times when he'd try to 'become someone else' of course it always failed and once it failed the inspiration for this story died)
Oh well, enjoy.
Introduction
He could feel all of their eyes on him; their burning, criticizing, scientific eyes. They knew what he was, and that made him want to scream and tear them apart, but for some reason his mind kept hitting walls. A mindless number of walls felt as if they were wrapping around his tiny body, squeezing his breathe; the very life, right out of him.
He screamed, and realized at that moment his cries were only returned to him in silence; a deadly, deafening silence. This was a silence that threatened to eat him alive and then tear his own body apart. He screamed for a final time, and felt something pull at his arms, a feeling close to that of a tiny piece of string pulling at every hair and every inch of flesh.
This sensation excited him, making him believe he might finally be breaking through these men in white’s invisible walls. He screamed louder, his eyes threatening to bleed in their sockets, until the tingling on his arms intensified, only making his screams louder and more intense, until finally he felt his flesh blister.
He refused to give up, and threw his right arm out towards the men who simply watched in stunned awe at the sight. His eyes locked on them first, until the sight of blood caught his eyes and he panicked, dropping his control of the blood at once.
It dropped around his arm, soaking his flesh and the ground before him in his own crimson life. He was stunned silent, never before had he actually seen himself bleed, he even thought it wasn’t possible. He dropped to his knees in front of the small pool, not in pain or shock but in pure amazement. He gazed over his arm in sudden realization…
He felt no pain. Although his flesh was torn and blood dripped endlessly from the open wound he felt nothing. No pain, no tinkling like before, nothing. Nothing except his sudden realization that gave him power to defeat these men in white, and he grinned.
His deep crimson eyes shot up from their gaze on the pool to look at the men in white, the four of them, who each took a step back at almost the exact same time. This reaction only widened his grin; he knew they knew what he had learned. He also knew they hadn’t known about this part, and therefore didn’t prepare. Their walls would be useless.
He rose his left hand slowly over the pool of blood, his pleasure raising in his blood as the pool of life began to shape and lift into the air before him until a perfect crimson orb rose to levitate in front of his face. From the corners of his eyes he saw the four men gasp; no, they hadn’t been prepared for this new turn of events.
He stood slowly, his naked body glistening in the sweat produced by his new discovery. He held out both his hands now, his fingers spread like a man about to claw into the sky. He felt the sensation of the strings linked between their bodies, the pure power and rush leaking into his flesh. He took in a deep breath, smelling the sweet pulsing beneath their living flesh. He watched their eyes widened as they too felt the strings pulling each hair on their body. Their walls were useless. Their bodies were useless. They were his now.
He felt the tension in his body as the power increased, and as the strength required to pull of this task sucked out his own life, yet it wasn’t making him weaker. In fact it was making him quite the opposite, he felt the power seep into his bones. He felt the strength return to his flesh and grinned madly at the completely healed wound on his right arm. He had finally found a way to perfect his already strange powers. He had finally found the true capabilities these men had given birth to. He loved it.
He licked his lips carelessly as he locked his hands on the pressure of the tangle of imaginary strings. Strings that would have a wonderful effect once pulled. He locked his hands shut in a fist in a movement so fast no human eye could catch it, and he felt the warm spray touch his naked flesh like the first sprinkles of spring’s first rain. Then the down pour touched him, and he dropped to his knees once again, this time in pure ecstasy as the crimson liquid coated his body. His mid-back length black hair stuck to his back and shoulders, dripping with blood. His flesh was dyed red with blood, and a pool of blood spread from him to the four masses of once white outfits before him. The only thing left of them now was crushed bone, flesh, and clothing; mixed into a perfectly bloodless patty. He grinned.
It was beautiful no matter which way you looked at it.
It was beautiful because he now knew nothing could stop him.
The creatures who gave him life couldn’t stop him, so how could anyone who knew nothing of his powers?
He was unstoppable.
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