Post by Gilsin on Aug 16, 2008 8:03:06 GMT 1
I don't know where I should go
The idea stuck in his head. Heavy water, toxic in it's current form. Radioactive, it needed to be purified.The thought would filter through the mind, asking for answers, opinions, decision.
They wait for you. You hear it. They're not whole, not as you left them.
A harsh thought that spoke sweetly, a certain amount of ambition that wanted what all Ein always wanted. Power through Fear, Fear through Power.
[shadow=gray,left,300]Disgraced, you failed. How dare you think to go back. You know better, you are meant to fall. Meant to rot and fade from memory. Your thought in another's mind will disappear and you will never have existed.[/shadow]
It was a truth wrapped in self degradation. Ein knew he failed, perhaps his penance should be to rot in the streets. Floating from job to job, beating and beaten day in and day out.
The cloth around his lack of lips grew damp and the breeze made him feel the cold chill that emanated from this mouth. A harsh growl of frustration and the damp black rag was sent flying to the ground. The mind awhirl now, choruses of thoughts tagging along with the first two. Dividing, taking sides, indecision was his biggest wound and hindrance.
Aimless, Ein was built to live for another, be it those he lead or those he followed.
A distant sound, perhaps half imagined, foot steps. The unfocused eyes would turn to the source. Barely seeing through the haze of thought that took away his consciousness. The first reaction would be to be ready to strike. To preserve the secrecy of his thought, and destroy what he perceived as stealing that information away from him.
The words from the other would determine the next action.
The idea stuck in his head. Heavy water, toxic in it's current form. Radioactive, it needed to be purified.The thought would filter through the mind, asking for answers, opinions, decision.
They wait for you. You hear it. They're not whole, not as you left them.
A harsh thought that spoke sweetly, a certain amount of ambition that wanted what all Ein always wanted. Power through Fear, Fear through Power.
[shadow=gray,left,300]Disgraced, you failed. How dare you think to go back. You know better, you are meant to fall. Meant to rot and fade from memory. Your thought in another's mind will disappear and you will never have existed.[/shadow]
It was a truth wrapped in self degradation. Ein knew he failed, perhaps his penance should be to rot in the streets. Floating from job to job, beating and beaten day in and day out.
The cloth around his lack of lips grew damp and the breeze made him feel the cold chill that emanated from this mouth. A harsh growl of frustration and the damp black rag was sent flying to the ground. The mind awhirl now, choruses of thoughts tagging along with the first two. Dividing, taking sides, indecision was his biggest wound and hindrance.
Aimless, Ein was built to live for another, be it those he lead or those he followed.
A distant sound, perhaps half imagined, foot steps. The unfocused eyes would turn to the source. Barely seeing through the haze of thought that took away his consciousness. The first reaction would be to be ready to strike. To preserve the secrecy of his thought, and destroy what he perceived as stealing that information away from him.
The words from the other would determine the next action.
