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 Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:48 pm
How to read!
I am totally copying Alias and Insanity's music idea and taking it to the next level. There will be a picture in between different blocks of text that are the theme music to that scene with the name of the song below it, so, if you want to read it the way I thought of it feel free to click the pictures!
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 2:42 pm
It was always fabled that our village was descended from Angels. But I never really thought it was true. Neither me nor my twin sister went to the church. Just because the villagers did didn't mean that they were angels anyways. Besides, it wasn’t like the church became lit with a holy light and the villagers sprouted wings every Sunday.
It wasn’t until my sister started to see that man that everything changed. she started to go to the library at times when she was supposed to be at home and at work to help out with our living situation. When she wasn’t at the library she was arm in arm with that idiotic boy.
I was getting jealous, I mean, my sister and I were only fifteen, and here this guy was taking her away form me. It was then when my powers began to develop, and no, they were not no ‘goody goody the light of heaven’ crap either. They were the power of possession. I began to possess the animals of the village for my own use. Cows would stray to our house when we needed milk, they would suddenly die in front of our house if we needed food, oh, and don’t forget the fact that everywhere my sister went a small rat followed her around.
I spied on my sister everyday. I saw their first kiss, they first sensual experience, and a lot of their other firsts. I even saw him present her with an engagement ring. All this was through the eyes and ears of a rat. My sister never told me anything. At the point that the date of the wedding was set, she only was home at night, and late at night.The weekend before their wedding, my sister woke up early Sunday morning and they went to the church.
I followed of course, as a rat. When I got to the church I felt a sudden pain that was mixed in with both nausea and a huge flash of fatigue. Something about it just made me feel like I was sick. I pushed back the feeling and went about locating my sister.
The second I came in I knew that I shouldn’t be there. The feeling got worse when I found myself up on the stage where the town elder was standing, I could see my sister from there. My sister looked as sick as I felt. Here skin looked pale and clammy and her eyes were tired and had deep black crevices around them. She was sweating badly and her face was beat red.
The town elder stopped pacing at the center of the stage and called my sister forward. When she was facing the audience, shivering and nervous, he spoke. “My dear people, we have our wonderful Caylin here for her first and only time today.” The audience nodded as I contemplated the word ‘only.’ “She has finally come back to us, though fragmented.” The village leader. I was really confused about what he was talking about, but had no time to contemplate it. Because, at that instance, two strong looking guys came through the double doors with my body in their grasps.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 6:31 pm
I tried to release myself from the body of the rat, to get into my own body and rip the guard's hands off of myself. But something was preventing me from doing so. It could have been the fatigue that this place was inflicting on my mind, or something of there doing. At that moment it didn't matter. I couldn't retake my body. I was stuck as a rat as this stupid priest and idiotic sister yammered on about whatever.
"Here, Abigail enters. It is well know of how great of a sacrifice Arch has made to our cause. She can now devour our sin as we swallow her purities to elevate ourselves back to the great clouds above." The congregation all nodded, as I was left to be confused and my sister still looking dumbfounded. What the hell did I have to do with this anyways? I wasn't entering anyways, they were dragging me in. Something was going on there and I did not like it.
My sister continued to stand there, gazing into what appeared to be nothing. Her eyes were blank as she stood, her pupils completely swallowed by the pink color of her eyes. It was as though she was in a trance... Actually, it reminded me of what my eyes looked like when I was possessing something. Could she be using her power? But what would she be using it on? And why? I watched her emotionless expression from the side of the stage.
Her eyes returned to normal only an instant before the priest drove his sword through her heart. The sword peeked through the front of her dress as the blood began to pool around her wound. I watched my sister's normal eyes widen as she stumbled forward and was caught by none other than her fiancée, of whom carried nothing more than a neutral expression.
"You must thank my son for this miracle." The priest said to the crowd motioning to the man holding my sister. I couldn't help the anger that rushed up at me. I charged at the young man with the neutral expression with the intent of gouging both of his eyes out with my claws, however, I was only a rat. And, like a rat, I was exterminated.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:21 pm
Before I could get to the man, darkness hit me. Did I pass out from the pressure that was radiating from that place's very being? Or did some otherworldly power force me into a slumber? I did not know. When I awoke, I was back in my body with my rat friend in a bird cage next to me, impaler with some sort of nail. Had I died inside of that body? I could not remember.
Before I opened my eyes, I tried to feel if there were any eyes upon me, and there was, multiple. The pressure from before was being exerted from every pair of eyes that surrounded me. But when I opened my eyes to view these people that had betrayed both me and my sister, I saw only one person before me: The biggest traitor of them all, Caylin's fiancée.
He cocked his head to the side in response to my hateful glare that made his neck and arm hairs stand up, his skin lettered with goosebumps. "Abigail, I hoped that it wouldn't be this way. I had hoped that the part of Arch inside you would recognize your duty, just as she did in Caylin. Please try to--"
"What the hell are you talking about?!" I interupted him. "Why are you people doing this?" I may have been pissed, but all reason hadn't escaped me just yet. I still wanted answers then, and wasn't going to charge into some hatefest without at least attempting to get some.
The man merely looked at me. "You and your sister have a job to do here. Your sister has already completed that job." The man continued to speak in what seemed like riddles to me. "It is your turn to complete your job. Perhaps you must watch in order to be reawakened." He leaned closer into me. "We shall devour her before you."
"I don't understand what your talking about!" I yelled at him as he went to the door, opening it to allow the priest waiting behind the door to enter. He was followed by a brigade of other people. Four of those that entered, carried a stretcher with my sister's still half way alive body centered on top of it.
They walked a few feet in front of me and set her form down on the alter. "Wh-What are you doing?!" I yelled at them, what the boy had said echoing in my head over, and over, and over again as the priest stared at me from the head of the alter then looked back to the people.
"Here we will devour the virtue of the one side or Arch." The priest motioned to Caylin. "Then Abigail will obsolve us of our sins, allowing us to rise where we belong." The priest then pulled out a cleaver and raised it above his head with both arms, about to strike down on my sister. Just before he did, I attempted to take his body, but my power fizzled inside my own mind and erupted into relentless pain.
"STOP!" I screamed as he brought it down on her neck.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:50 am
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" I screamed at the top of my longs. "WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS ARCH PERSON! STOP IT!" I thrashed against the chains that held me against the stone walls.
"Help this lost soul." My sisters fiancee said as he looked over at me with an almost mournful expression. "Arch, help yourself remember who you were, and what you are sacrificing yourself for." Then he turned and stepped back towards my sister.
Most of the crowds gaze seemed to be aiming down, but I could still feel their eyes on me. The pressure radiated from them, the pressure that caused me to feel sick. I wanted to rip apart every person in that room piece by piece, but at that moment I could do nothing.
The crunching sound coming from the cleaver the priest held that was being moved back and forth in a forceful motion across my sisters throat interrupted my thoughts. I began to shake at the sound of the bone and cartilage cracking and being forced apart. I looked away from the scene, trying to close my ears to the horrible sound. But I could not.
My ears were open, but my eyes were closed. And even if I could close my ears, I would still have felt the vibration from the thud that my sisters head made onto the ground. I thought that maybe the crunching noise would stop with the severing of her head, but it did not. It started up again and continued for some time. Then, my sisters fiance was suddenly next to me.
"Open your eyes and remember Arch. Remember your duty here by seeing the condition of your other self." He said, grabbing my chin and forcing it upwards. "Open your eyes." He put his fingers over my eyelids, opening without any sort of plea from me, my will had already been broken.
The scene before me was as gruesome as the sounds had been leading up to what had become of my sister. She looked nothing more than a piece of livestock freshly skinned and uncut, the blood still flowing and dripping down the sides of the cutting board. Muscle and tendons pulsed with the beating of her heart as the bones continued to construct a little amount of blood that caused the rest to drip to the floor, the white of the villagers shoes dyed red.
I watched, already given up, as the priest continued with his work after he had made sure I was watching. He began by running a smaller knife where skin still remained on the body, separating the muscle from the light colored flesh. Every piece of skin was to be removed, so it seemed. The crisp tearing sounds of the toothed knife rattled down to my core, but I did not fight the sight, I no longer thrashed. Death was what was best for her now. It was to late to go back.
"Death will not come to her until the very last bite is devoured." The man that held my eyes open whispered in my ear, as it he could hear my thoughts, but I didn't reply. I wanted to no longer. Everything was now ruined, broken. As the last piece of flesh was stripped from my sisters vulnerable body, the man released me to join the others.
I wanted to get away from there, to go back to times before he had invaded our life, but it was to late. This realization took away the will to close my eyes, to not watch the event that was unfolding before me. The priest placed all of the skin that had been stripped from Caylin's body onto a cart and ordered one of the guards to take it, along with her head out to the rats to feed on. Then he ordered him, along with the rest of the guards, to impale themselves on the gates of the reinforced walls that surrounded the city.
The guard bowed, mindlessly agreeing to what the priest said, and he pushed the cart out of the room, my sisters blank pink eyes staring at me as he passed. "Ah, ah, ah. Look this way, Abigail." The priest words cut me like a knife. I could not resist what he was telling me to do. My head turned in his direction and gazed at his back.
He took the cleaver again and cut through the body's arm, the crunching noise loud and relentless. My body shivered, goosebumps appearing every where as he cut different parts of her off at the joints. When every limb was severed from the body he moved to the torso, the already opened cavity was still pulsing from the beat of Caylin's heart. I always thought that a cows torso was the hardest to cut when having to harvest the creature, and I figured that a humans, too, would be hard. However, the ease that the priest displayed while cutting apart the torso changed my mind.
I still couldn't look away when he was done. His power was still washing over me as he finished cutting up the rest of Caylin's body. "The carving is complete." The priest said as he motioned towards everyone. "Now, we may begin." It was then, that they began to devour her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:48 pm
The priest finally eased it grip on his control over me and I slumped down in my chains, the pressure on my wrists was unbearable, but I could no longer find the resolve to raise myself. My mind was weak and no longer comprehending what was going on, most every thing was a daze. The priest talked for awhile, I don't really remember how long. It could have only been for a moment, or for hours.
All that I know is that he spoke, and when he spoke their eyes were on me, the pressure filling my head so full that I almost could not breathe. I knew that something was coming to me next, but could not even think about it, everything was just a jumbled mess. I couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't even feel. I was feeling something, I just don't know what. No coherent thought or emotion displayed accurately in my head.
The next thing I know, some unseen force pushed me up and against the wall. My head was thrown back and my eyes were wide, set to the ceiling. My mind was snapped back into the situation, the haze gone and panic setting in. Some sort of chanting was coming from the villagers mouths in some language that I didn't understand. The air grew thick as my breathing increased with the adrenaline pumping through my blood stream. I tried to struggle, but the preacher once again invoked his commandment "Remain still." He said and I was still.
His commandment didn't stop me from breathing heavy though. It didn't stop my panic, my distress, anything. He let me stay conscious enough to swallow more and more fear that I had already had my share of the last couple of hours. My body was shuddering and aching, every sense wanting me to attempt to get away from here, but I could not, I was not the possessor this time, the priest was.
I sat there with my eyes looking up to the ceiling as they spoke in the raspy voices of their unheard of language. I felt this dark aura grow inside the room. An aura had always surrounded this village, but not one quite like this. It was darker, more powerful. The aura seemed to press my further against the wall as the red and black swirling mass became visible to me. It was surrounding every member of the village, however, the one who the biggest mass hung above was the priest.
I couldn't move, forced by the priests words to watch as the black mass grew, and red flames spouted from the tips as it swirled through the air in a spiral. The flamed tips of the darkness rotated exactly as a burning flame. The chanting continued, swirling the mass faster and faster, and then, they stopped. All at once the mass rushed toward me as the Priest commanded "Open your mouth" I had no choice to comply.
With my mouth ajar, and the chanting stopping, the swirling mass rushed at my open mouth, the burns immediately burning as it came in contact with my lips. The mass burned its way down my throat as I choked in panic on what appeared to be nothing. It felt like my skin was boiling, a burn so great that I cannot even fathom how to describe it. It felt as though it was melting my bones and evaporating every drop of liquid left in my body.
The burning spread everywhere until my eyes burned and I could not see. Everything was black yet I knew that I remained in that room. Even though everything was so black that I could not see.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 5:58 pm
And so I consumed all of their sin. There-after left to rot in that cell. All I had in that dark place was the new substance burning inside of me. When I first regained consciousness I could not see, my eyes had been burned out of their sockets. I couldn't smell, hear, or speak either. However, I was aware that I was still in the room, the numbness did not wash away the feeling that the place had always made me feel.
There was nothing that I could do. As far as my body knew, it was non-existent. I was merely a conscious floating in a black abyss, and so, that is what I acted as. The thoughts resonated in my mind as easily as watching the sun set over the hills.
What had happened to get me to this point? My mind was hazed, so I couldn't remember as well. All I did remember was an emotional sadness and pain that confused me more than the blurs of my past. All that I could think of is that feeling, and all that I could truly know was that the people in this place had harmed me, and that someone close to me had betrayed me earlier on. I also knew that they had caused me to lose my feeling of presence in the world that I was supposed to reside in.
I began to feel some sort of emotion, but I didn't understand what. I sat in the confusion of what it could be for a long while before another type of thing sat in. A pain that I called as unemotional but did not know the meaning at all. I didn't realize the the pain was a sign that I was beginning to feel my body's ails again. Hunger was vibrating up and down my stomach, not to mention I was inflamed and it was leaking down my legs. But I did not understand what those feelings were. I could not fathom being anything but a conscious at that time.
After awhile, however, I started to be able to hear the water in the cell drip, and inhale the scent of dry blood. My stomach was constricting and sending waves of pain with each breath I was taking. I sat for a long time, trying to understand the feeling and at the same time thinking of what the villagers had done to harm me and who had betrayed me. But no matter how hard I thought nothing correct would come of the memories.
The more I thought about it the more of a certain emotion that I felt, and the longer I felt that emotion the more I wanted to scream and harm myself. Suddenly, I felt myself drop to the ground, as if my shackles were suddenly just released. I grabbed my stomach as it lurched in pain once again then felt for the wall. In my blind state I could wonder anywhere, however, it was better than staying here.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 5:48 pm
As I slinked down the hallway while clutching the hall I continued trying to resort the memories in the right packet, and it was working, to a point. The closer that I got the more of one emotion I felt. The walls next to me had a smooth texture, as if it were some kind of stone, however, there was no coolness coming from it. Curiosity got the better of my and I set my face against it, trying to figure out what kind of material it could be. Suddenly, A red spot appeared in the corner of my eyes and I noticed that not only could I see but my entire body was glowing an orange/red color. I shivered although I wasn't cold and looked down at my hands. Just then, the church bells began to ring. This either meant it was Sunday mass of they had discovered that I had escaped. I didn't want to stay there and take either chance.
I hurried down the all, trying to make sure that no one would spot me, not that I could. If anyone decided to some down this way they would inevitably see me. However, I kept on chugging along until I reached the door at the end of the hall. As I reached for the door I had a quick realization. Why and the hell was I running like a pansy? It's not like I needed to. I mean, I may not have been bullet proof but I was sure as hell that I could take them if I was attacked. They probably wouldn't even attack me anyways because of their whole "becoming pure" thing. I started to just walk, still weak but able to walk normally. When I reached the exit I was surprised to find that no one had come across me.
I actually was pretty sure that the village was deserted when I reached the surface. The only life that I could see were the crows. There was no hustle around the town whatsoever. None were in the houses, none in the stables, the fields, the courthouse, no one was anywhere.
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