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Date Posted: 09:44:48 11/19/01 Mon
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Shattered Soul
's message, "-|-...-\-... Denial ...-/-...-|-" on 17:28:11 11/09/01 Fri
~!~ Accusing steed pauses sharply, her words sharply latching themselves onto his wound, biting away at the raw flesh, ripping off freshly formed scabs to bring blood and carnage back to his mind, always pushed away when thought of, always resurfacing for one reason or another. Stepping rapidly towards her, drawing himself in front of her immediately before she pulls away, he hauls himself upright and almost proud, arched neck stretched high, stabbing ears pinned to his faded skull in warning. ~!~ Where do you think you’re going? I thought I told you that you were going to tell me my destiny. And so why are you not? Why are you telling me I must find this out for myself when I already told you that you were going to do it for me? I owe you something... I don’t know what, but I feel in debt to you. I am your marionette... your puppet. You can do as you please with me. Tell me what I shall do. ~!~ Like a drug, brute grunts softly, suddenly thriving on her independence, his own ripped heartlessly from him, wounded beyond the point of assistance. Violent shudder wracks his weakened, vaguely malnourished figure, the ripple of muscle clenching tight along his spine, painful groan pulling like plastic from his throat. The darkness around him throbbing and pressing in, pushing his tender sides until the pressure seemed unbearable, manic energy suddenly catches in his throat in the form in fear, wild eyes suddenly flashing with pain, a freak spasm of terror yanking him into the sky, tongue lolling in want of liquid relief, striking out at the night with one iron fore in a jolt of anger. Wild eyes rolling, panting for air, he struggles crazily for a moment, insomnia finally taking its effect upon him, showing him things that only blindness or insanity could reveal - staggering, drunken figures of ghosts, all headed his way. Fearful, he spins back to face her, head jerking in all directions as he views the supernatural, a cold eye settling upon her tense figure as, braced, he prepares himself for the worst. ~!~ You. You spun a web for me, something you knew I would get stuck in. This is all your doing, isn’t it? All these freaks around me, all this walking dead – you planned this... you set this up for me, I know it... I knew it all along... This is all your fault! ~!~ Wicked accusations filled with hatred, manic rage, half-blind figure suddenly skitters forward, blowing hard through red-rimmed nostrils, crashing headlong into her and remaining there, face pressed into her side, shoulder, buried within the depths of her crystal mane, seeking warmth, seeking comfort, a place to hide. ~!~ I never meant to cause you trouble... I didn’t want to hurt you... I just wanted to be alone... and now it’s all so... scary... I don’t want to be by myself... I’ll... I’ll get eaten... Do whatever you wish to me, torment me, hurt me... anything but leave me... stay here, stay with me... I will not stay here by myself with these.. these things... I will not be left alone... stay... I beg you, stay......
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