11-03-2007, 02:35 AM
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He remember everything until that day but felt no depth of feelings for any of it. The question of whether they were separate people would never be answered. Maybe he was a demon possessing the poor soul of a stranger or maybe he really was the malicious intent that lurked in the deepest and most padlocked cell of the mind's dungeons. But the truth was never so simple and neither the consciousness or the subconsciousness was so straightforward. They were not hallways or doors at all, just globs of space, globs of feelings, of desires. Any tangible imagery was a lie. There was nothing there that anyone could ever see. Space, an ocean, the sky -- incomprehensible in all aspects.
Maybe the truth was that they weren't different people at all. Maybe they were. Ryoujoku did not know or care and Laruku had given up on trying, as he had given up on just about everything else. He did not fight anymore because there wasn't much to fight for. Too long he had been without his own self control and sanity that it just didn't matter now. And others' safety? All of those people he had hurt and would hurt again? It was all the reason in the world to die and that was all he could wish for. It was all he could wish for and hiding behind the pitiless grin somewhere, he prayed and hoped it would be the grey wolf that would end it all because no one deserved the closure more. And no one else he had hurt as much, except maybe himself.
The hybrid never stopped smiling. It was like a disease that held onto his torn-up face and glinting red eyes, killing him slowly.
Besides, what qualms did he have about killing his ex-lover? There would be no greater pleasure, he was certain.
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He remember everything until that day but felt no depth of feelings for any of it. The question of whether they were separate people would never be answered. Maybe he was a demon possessing the poor soul of a stranger or maybe he really was the malicious intent that lurked in the deepest and most padlocked cell of the mind's dungeons. But the truth was never so simple and neither the consciousness or the subconsciousness was so straightforward. They were not hallways or doors at all, just globs of space, globs of feelings, of desires. Any tangible imagery was a lie. There was nothing there that anyone could ever see. Space, an ocean, the sky -- incomprehensible in all aspects.
Maybe the truth was that they weren't different people at all. Maybe they were. Ryoujoku did not know or care and Laruku had given up on trying, as he had given up on just about everything else. He did not fight anymore because there wasn't much to fight for. Too long he had been without his own self control and sanity that it just didn't matter now. And others' safety? All of those people he had hurt and would hurt again? It was all the reason in the world to die and that was all he could wish for. It was all he could wish for and hiding behind the pitiless grin somewhere, he prayed and hoped it would be the grey wolf that would end it all because no one deserved the closure more. And no one else he had hurt as much, except maybe himself.
The hybrid never stopped smiling. It was like a disease that held onto his torn-up face and glinting red eyes, killing him slowly.
Maybe,he said,
Maybe not. But will you find out if you kill me today?The monster had no intentions of dying. He enjoyed his life, his freedom, his beautiful lack of inhibitions. And he knew he walked a dangerous line with that freedom because sooner or later, someone would slit his throat in his sleep because of it, but all the same, if it came down to a fight, he would never hesitate to preserve himself.
Besides, what qualms did he have about killing his ex-lover? There would be no greater pleasure, he was certain.
Or if I kill you?Tsunami had someone to go home to, the sad-faced woman whose son he had taken. And that was all the more reason to make sure that his pretty one-eyed face ended up another smeared corpse floating in the river. He laughed; dear Phasma would have another body to bury.