Why am I doing this?
Well... quiet simply... because I'm bored and in the mood to do a ton of first person writing... so here are each one of my main characters, in first person....



Akira (those who have been following my posts should know him pretty well by now)

I remember watching them.... wondering what it was in me they saw..... I was just a naked pile of flesh and bones in a tube of red water... why are they watching me like that?
Specially that one... the one with blue eyes that have a hint of red deep in them.... His skin is pale, sickly pale... like my own.... and his hair is white... not blond... but white... absolutely white.... I want him.... I can feel him, even from in here... his eyes examining my body... He wants me too.... I wonder what he wants, until I realize I want it to...
I want.... I want to watch him scream.... more than any of the others watching me.... I want to watch him scream.... because he looks hard to make bleed.... I'll do it.... I'll manage....
I was wrong....
I've never been so wrong about a person.... He was different.... He didn't fear me.... and his voice was so strong.... and he hit me so hard.... I'd beg....
"More... please.... hit me again.... Cain...." and he'd listen to my whimpers, which would infuriate him... I always infuriated him, but he would hit me again... harder.... and I would taste the blood in my mouth and grin.... I was bleeding again..... I was bleeding again.....
I was bleeding again....
Then I met her.... and she was even more powerful.... She was different than Cain.... she was gentle.... but she had power in her words.... I could feel them.... very few people have power like that.... a power so strong that I can taste it when they speak... and she isn't even trying....
Her... I'll have her.... and I'll take her as my own.... and she'll scream.....
And she'll taste so good.... mmm.... that Chey....
She has no idea what she is..... but Cain will get her to open up... she'll learn....
She'll die... but she'll learn....
It's why he gave her Pegasus.... after all....







Cain (actually... he's the true evil guy in all this, so yes, he's worse than Akira. I also can't do his 1st person because he doesn't really.... think... ever.... he's too busy plotting and using everyone and pretending.... so I'll do a better 3rd person later.)

I don't beg. I refuse to cry, and I feel absolutely nothing.
My mother banned me from heaven and my father expelled me from hell, I'm a monster born of every evil out there; the evil that is true, and the evil that pretends. I gave birth to all of them, and they will all do as I say.... or I'll destroy them... doesn't make a difference to me, they all mean nothing to me if they fail.... even he falls to my knees and begs... he doesn't know it yet... but I love to hear him beg... and one day.... she and I will create a new world together....
...even if I have to destroy her heart to do so...
Forgive me Chey.... but he's been lying this entire time.... that's what I'll tell you in the end anyway....
Do you know who your father is?
Do you know what daddy did?
I'll give you a hint... he's worse than me, and he's the one who did this to you.






Kuro (Cain's first pet, Chey's first love, Akira's first victim; he's only a major character through the beginning, but he later becomes 'possessed' by Alexandros which is when things really get interesting; this 1st person short is of the both of them sharing a mind. Alexandros is in italics)

I'm the only one who will ever love her..... She knows it... I know it....
She hates you.
That's shit and you know it.... she needs me....
You aren't him.
Shut up.... she needs me, and we'll be together, and I will never let anyone touch her.
She doesn't want you. I'd mock you more, but you know, deep down in your heart it's true.
...then I'll kill him....
You'll kill Him? I don't think you're capable of doing that.
....then I'll kill her... and she'll finally see him for what he really is.... and I'll get the final taste of her lips before her body burns with her worthless and empty soul....








Chey (yeah....even though we share the same name I swear I don't try and base her off myself >.> >.> >.>... I don't.... >.>... dammit)

I can't get him out of my head.... his voice still haunts me... that beautiful voice.... it wasn't human... it was far too good to be human.... and the more I think the more I hurt.... everything hurts.... everything burns.... I want to scream... but I know not a sound will come out, because the screaming never escapes my throat.... He won't let me scream... and every time he sees that pain in my face... that pain that just begs to slash my throat open... he'll lightly take my hand, and whisper my name... his voice isn't human...
...Kaito... do you have any idea how much you sound like him?
....do you have any idea how much you look like him?
....You taste like him.... you feel like him..... but I don't want you because you are 'like' him.... I want you... because you're him.... I know it.... I know it... because you told me....

I believe I'm losing myself.... everything that made me what I thought I was.... my flesh burns.... these markings have darkened.... the entire school knows now.... I can't hid them anymore... they look at me funny now... as if they know exactly what it is I don't have a clue on... they whisper behind my back.... but the more I scratch and tear... the more apparent they are...
My throat burns.... and my tongue is raw.... I know what I want... but I refuse to go after it.... Akira, he won't let me go after it....
He can't stop me... I won't let him.... I'll kill him first....
He knows I can too... I've seen it in his face when my entire world is black... I can hear him breathing... and he wants it... he wants me to kill him.... he wants to scream.... he wants to taste me bleed....

I don't know what I am anymore.... I don't know who I've become.... but that's okay.... because I'll always have you.... my Pegasus....






Kaito (So, now the second most major character of the story next to Chey. Kaito is, ~SPOILER~, actually Pegasus' human form; but he has a lot more secrets than just that. I for some reason had the most fun writing this simply because it shows how truly vulnerable he is in his current situation)

I can't tell you a thing.... I want to.... I want you to hear everything.... but I can't speak a word....
I want to hold you, and protect you, and hide you from everything.... but I can't speak a word.... and only because you have a job to do... and I am just here to make sure you survive long enough to get it done....
I don't want you to do it.... please Chey.... please.... please.... please don't do it.... they'll kill you....
Every time I think it I scream..... I have to scream... it hurts too much....
Forgive me... please forgive me and run....
I'd much rather die then let you give yourself for a world that doesn't deserve it...
Don't chose me.... don't chose.... never come to the crossroads.... but I can't stay away from you.....
Not because I don't have a choice... but because I need you....
I need you Chey.... but you'll never know... because I can't tell you.... because I can't let you know... because then you'll ask....
You'll always ask.....
Why.... Why....
because Chey.... I have to be the one.... I have no choice, forgive me.... please, please, forgive me.... or God... please God let me free....
...I have to be the one to kill you....





Free Hit Counters

What is it that humans truly fear? Lots of supposedly brilliant people have said that the only true fear is fear itself.... I smirk at that.... they've never met me.... they've never even tasted true fear. Hell, they've never even come close.... hell itself couldn't defeat me in the fear produced in those forced to witness it, hell kills far too quickly...
I like to let them simmer and scream... breathe slowly, or else you'll feel your lungs bleed far too soon.... draw it out, I like you face... twisted like that....
I want to kiss those lips... only to feel your bottom lip between my teeth... your flesh is soft, it's no different then biting through bread, only the taste is orgasmic.... that copper sweet flavor of your blood, along with the natural sweetness of the fat from your skin.... mmmm.... I have to be careful to hold myself back, I'm not done with you yet, and you're crying now... God yes....
The more you cry and whimper like that the more I want to taste you.... you're so good.... clinging to me like the worthless puppet you are... nothing more than another toy for me to torture and use as so.... and the more you feel the better you taste. The more you hurt... the better I feel.
I may release your head at this point, pulling at your bloody hair to expose your neck.... Your neck is already covered.... and I kiss it.... I have to kiss it, taste you all over... your heart is racing, I can feel it against my lips... but your body is going cold....
You're worthless to me.... I have to tear one final time into your human flesh, crushing your windpipe between my teeth; the blood is warm here, only slightly coagulated, and it goes down my throat like thick hot chocolate... but it tastes nothing like chocolate... only insanity tastes like chocolate....
But you're weak... and already your body is limp against me.... the screaming didn't last nearly long enough.... you barely keep me amused.... but that's okay, I expect nothing more from a human....
I let your body drop, doing nothing to clean the blood from my face and lips; I have no desire to, you're still sweet after all.... I watch you fall, your body hitting the cold ground hard and limp.... you look so fragile and dead... it sickens me....
You're nothing like her... that woman I crave so deeply... but she isn't human...
I sigh and take a slight step forward.... I want to hear you scream more, but you can't now.... I can only pleasure myself to the sound that comes next...
The night is silent, the air is cold but it doesn't effect my body at all... I'm already cold.
I can feel your head under my shoe now.... you can't scream, you can't fight... but the sound that comes next is just as delicious, and I rarely hear it... not enough... it can only come once... and only if I can control myself.... you would think this only would convince me to control myself better... but why would I do that... screams arouse me so much more....
I step hard and fast, the sound of your skull crushing pushing a moan from my lips as I dig my finger tips into the palms of my hands.
Not nearly as good as screaming... but close enough to hold me over for tonight....
You feel soft and squishy under my foot... and I have a final last perverse thought....
I wonder if you have any idea what you look like now...
I wonder if you love it as much as I....




Free Hit Counters

She can feel him lying right next to her in the bed, his flesh is pressed against her but only she lies naked. She breathes softly, unable to slow her heart rate... but she isn't really sure why. She feels him shift just slightly, and she forces her eyes closed... his hand gently tracing up her spine. His flesh is cold, and sends chills through her body she tries desperately to hold back. She wants to cling to him and push him away all at the same time.... but only because he smells so good, and she knows all the stories....

You know what they say about that one, don't you?
Of course she knows... how wouldn't she? It's a fact the entire school knows about....

She has to ask, she can't hold it back any longer... and his hand is now moving closer and closer to her breast...
"Is it true?"
He freezes... he knows the question, and he knows the answer.... and he knows she won't like it....because he knows the only reason she's asking is because she believes...

She can feel his breathing now, soft and warm against her neck... but it isn't human.... He wasn't human, and she could feel it in every inch of his body.... and now he took in her scent, and half unwillingly she moved her neck to allow him; exposing her collar bone, naked pure and un-scared to him.
She felt him inhale deeply, another wave of chills assaulting her naked body. He was taking in her neck... her virgin neck.... and he was beyond intrigued, almost obsessed.... He slowly removed his hand from beneath her breast and moved his index finger to trail softly across her neck, tiling her head slightly more as he moved across her collar bone and eventually up to her chin.

"What would you say... if I told you every bit of it was true...?"
His voice was deep and strong, yet cold and emotionless... he spoke like the monster he was, and she wanted more.... and he could feel it, and this made him grin.... she wanted him... she shivered her, naked, for him... and he could feel her heart beating ecstatically in her chest.... but he wasn't here for her female body... he was here from what kept all human beings alive, the weak and worthless creatures they were....

She froze for a moment, listening to his voice reverberate in her mind; slipping it across the corners of her tongue, it was sweet... like chocolate.... but bitter and cold... like coffee... unsweetened black coffee and blood...
She froze for a moment, wanting to push away from this creature who held her close... at that one thought that ran through her mind 'blood'.... Blood is bitter and tastes like copper... but it has a shade of red only accessible by tearing your fingers through the soft and warm flesh on your neck...
She gagged involuntary, her body tensing as she went to tear away from him... but his grip only intensified on her naked body, and she let out a soft whimper that had been a scream that lodged itself into her throat... that same part of her throat that pulsed with her heart beat, counting away the last seconds of her reality.... that part of her neck that would lead to the slowest blood loss, because you'd only drown slower... and you'd more than likely bleed to death before suffocating... that's why it created the best shade of red.... because it bled out and mixed with saliva, then it would trickle down her pale flesh and become a soft shade of dark pink before drying... of course he wouldn't let it dry until it was collected with chunks of flesh in the carpet....

She wanted to scream, the thoughts rapping her mind.
She felt dirty, but they kept coming; his hand now freezing and pressed hard against the soft spot of her neck, holding her there against him.
"What... are you... doing?"
She meant to scream out the words, but they came out as poor attempts of a scream. She sounded weak and horrified, and she could feel his own arousal at the sounds of her torture....

"Shh.... you were picked Mai..."
He moved slowly to position himself half above her, his hand still pressed to her neck while the other held him up on the bed.
"You see..."
He spoke, staring into her eyes... his own slowly becoming a deep shade of red.... Her dark brown eyes screamed at him, and her lips trembled as if she were about to cry...
"This school created me.... and they know exactly what they did...."
He moved closer, and she recoiled desperately trying to escape; but now her body was under him and she could do nothing but try desperately to scream, but nothing was coming out... the pressure of his freezing hand was far too much, it froze her blood....
He moved closer still, his breath hot against her lips now; it almost burned... like fire against already blistered skin... she blamed the contrast between his warm breath and his now freezing hand....but what did it matter....

His lips were rough.... they felt wrong... not gentle at all... not a kiss in the slightest bit....

Silence... her mind was silent.... his lips... they were tasting her in a way, and she began to relax... maybe she was just over thinking.... maybe this was all just in her head....

She wanted to kiss back.....
She did want him....
He wasn't just cute.... he was mysterious and.....


Her mind screamed, and she half expected the world to just go black from the pain she felt erupt through her body. Her entire body convulsed, and he broke his lips from her, giving her only a moment to see the soft red dripping from the corners of his soft pink flesh before the pain hit again.
She threw her head back, tears in her eyes, and she heard screaming.... she couldn't feel herself screaming, her throat was too raw and her body was in far too much pain.... exploding pain.... as if her very blood vessels were just ripping apart under her flesh.... they were.... but she wouldn't be alive to understand it....

His hand moved again, locking onto her mouth like an iron fist... She had only been screaming for a second, but already it felt as if a lifetime had passed. She continued to scream into his hand until her throat filled up; and she coughed, trying desperately to breathe.... it was so heavy... and it still hurt.... God it hurt....

He watched her, the scent of the blood clouding his mind and only intensifying this pleasure.... God her body was beautiful... and now it lie naked in front of him, contorted in pain. He kept his hand tight over her mouth, and he could feel the warm life fluid that threatened to explode from inside her throat, he could see it building up in her throat, and he watched her cough as it finally found a way to escape.... it began to drip from her nose... and finally... from the corners of her eyes...
He grinned, a deep and menacing grin, and he leaned forward to gently lick the blood from her right eye.... she didn't notice... her eyesight was black now, the blood far too thick to send anymore signals to the brain... and yet she tried desperately to scream and breathe....

He watched her, twisted and tortured.... and finally her flesh began to blister.... and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth in order to sit up and watch her, making sure to keep his concentration... right now would be a horrible moment for him to give up... she's still alive....
She held her mouth open, and the blood simply spilled over her lips and her tongue, the scream now nothing more than the bubbling sound of her trying to get air, desperately trying to get air....
He tightened his mental grip on her, and her head fell back as the skin from her neck blistered and popped... the blood slowly trickling down her pale flesh, he tore it slowly deeper... finally relieving her throat of all the internal blood by ripping a hole straight through her neck...

He moved slowly forward to lick just under her chin.... and the door to the dorm room opened.... and the scent from the new body assaulted him even harder than the scent of blood; this new person's scent far stronger and more important to him than any amount of human flesh would be.... he knew the scent... because she wasn't human... she was even more of a monster than him.... and he loved her.... her power... her strength....

She stood there, glaring at him.... she understood his lust, she had it too... but the torture was beyond inhuman... and he knew she hated that part of this ritual....
He knew he could never have her... after all... She was half goddess in every reality of the word.....

"GET OUT!"
His voice erupted with an anger he didn't realize he had, but he felt her touch in the very back of his brain, and he was never in the mood for her prying thoughts. He also didn't think this eruption of anger through... and the human girl, who was now all but dead, in front of him exploded....

He felt the blood spatter against every exposed part of his flesh, and turned to glare at the woman who now stood in the doorway... she wasn't horrified... she was furious....
He turned and glared at her, the pressure in the room more than enough to rip apart any other being who walked in... but she.... she was different... something was wrong... and even in the darkness he could see the dark black lines on her naked body.... and the red glare in her dark eyes....

"Chey...?"
His voice skipped, and he completely forgot about the invasion.... this was wrong... something was wrong.....
Her eyes shifted quickly.... and that was all it took, he felt the thin razor blade tear across his left cheek.... and he gently touched it right his right hand.... feeling his own thick blood build up over the flesh....

He used to watch me in my dreams. At night I could see him, touch him, speak with him and he was there every night. Throughout the day I could feel him watching me, and I never once feared anything. I couldn't be harmed when he was with him, it couldn't happen. My Pegasus would never allow it to happen.

He kept my father from killing me, my Pegasus. He gave me the strength to get away, to run and never turn around. I was never scared, because I knew... always... My Pegasus would be there, watching me; and one day, when I was old enough, he'd come and save me from myself as well. My Pegasus would be there... always... no matter what.... after all, he was mine... He was my Pegasus.

I was insane... the dreams stopped, but never the memories. I was losing my mind... the feeling of being watched faded, and the feeling of being needed grew stronger... Someone out there needed me, and they knew I needed them just as badly if not mad. They had to save me from myself, because I couldn't do. I had spent far too many years trying to forget myself, trying to change myself, and trying to fix everything else first. As long you smile, I won't bleed.

I feel lost. I'll tell no one.
I feel abandoned. I'll tell not a soul.
I know he's out, but no one will ever know. No one can ever know it, because then they too would see just how insane I was.... how insane I am...
Yet...
Somehow....
I still see him... even after the dreams faded... and sometimes... in the dark of the night I can feel him... he's there... waiting for me.... He just doesn't understand that I've needed him forever, ever since he disappeared... My Pegasus.

...and in the depth of night... when my dreams are silent and my mind races with voices that are no longer mine... I hate him.... I hate him for ever leaving me, but I know he knows... he'll only save me when I have no where else to go.... or when he knows I'm ready....

I wish he knew already... or I wish I was ready in his eyes by now.... those almost solid black eyes that remain with him even when he's able to hold me... but that's okay... and it's okay if I have to wait longer... I'll always wait...

...I'll always wait for my Pegasus.... even if insanity kills me.... I'll always wait....