09-08-2008, 07:28 AM
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| http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... anskje.jpg);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;">ans serif; font-size:12px;line-height:12px;text-align:justify;color:#585454; padding:12px;margin-bottom:220px;"> --- The door was open. The house was a mess. What he had done the last couple of days after the hostage exchange was to rage and go mental inside the once so cosy house. broken glass and ruined furniture, a true mess. Haku himself was lying in the bed in the former guestroom where he and Firefly had raged against eachother the few days before the attack on the Inferni that had led to her being captured. It was over, all over. He heard soft sounds from the outside and a stranger yet somewhat familiar voice call out. Needed? Who would need a monster? He noticed the words, but the being in the bed did not stirr, did not move.
He was lying on his stomach, facing the wall. There were deep rifts in the wall after one of his more violent outbreaks. Dead, glass eyes stared at the wall. He felt dead, he wanted to die. He did not know what was wrong with him. The voice inside of him was too low. Why did not the demon help him? Feelings should be strangled, burned and be disposed of. Why did not the demon help him when he for once needed it? If the being outside truly needed him, he would have to step inside and find the Lilium himself. Haku was lost in himself, and could not help anyone. |