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The next set of drabbles for Mimi's challenge :: this time only one character {Zander}, relating him to a deadly sin and a heavenly virtue. The goal was to make the sin seem less deadly than the virtue, although I think I failed miserably and just made Zander seem like even more of a d**k than usual.
I’ll paint the sky red with wrath//… 181 words
Zander never felt anger anymore. There was nothing he could do to make himself mad. For every time he did, the feeling was numbed. He felt himself surrounded by a soft, pulsating noise, deep and comforting. He found himself floating within his being, wrapped in a warm blanket. He couldn’t breathe there, but he never had to. There was someone else there, breathing for him. He’d take the wheel and Zander never had to worry.
It was a place where all was beautiful. It was a place where nothing hurt.
And somewhere, in the back of his mind, he heard screaming. Somewhere, across his face, he felt blood spatter on his face. Somewhere, he could feel the weight of hatred cleansing itself from his chest, and the blood cleansing itself from his hands as he buried the deed.
And when he awoke from the peaceful lull of autopilot, he would never cry. He’d stumble away, lightheaded and dizzy, his hair fading back to black. And then he’d usually smile. No. Zander never knew true anger.
But he also never knew mercy.
…//But I’ll etch the clouds with justice 222 words
Scream never did anything because it was right. He only moved when his heart told him to move. His conscience left a long time ago and replaced with someone else. A host for his parasite, this person provided the things Scream needed most. In exchange for this, Scream provided peace-of-mind, and comfort within anger. Scream could do anything his host could not. It didn’t matter if Scream would bleed him in the end.
But it wasn’t enough. His host wanted more. He wanted to yank him from his core and squeeze him of his energy, pull him out and force him into justice. His host wanted to kill those who deserved it. You kill one person who makes you angry, and suddenly a world of those undeserving of life had to depart. His eyes would sag from exhaustion as the criminal hit the floor. Scream put away the scythe, breathing heavily inside his host’s puny body.
“Are you happy?” Scream asked, disgusted as he stared at the robber. What a waste of energy. What a waste of time, “Haven’t you heard of bleeding innocence?” He would ask. But his host was somewhere else, bathing in the warmth of believing he’s doing right. Bathing in the fact that using someone else to kill was justice.
Sometimes, Scream wondered who the parasite really was.
dangerous xx L I A S O N · Mon Mar 02, 2009 @ 11:03pm · 0 Comments |
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