My first ever MA story (I have written a really bad poem, but that's a whole other
story!) Just try and enjoy, I think its pretty good, well at least I think!
I, Me Or Him?
"Rath!"
The voice touched his ears with complete annoyance. Anger flooded over the Scribes occupied mind, he was busy and tired, 'why now?'
"Yes Nefertina?" his voice was cool self controlled, but inside he was fuming. He kept it hidden – as always far away, away from the world, away from people, away from…them. They who always seem to be there and yet they never are, they who always has a kind word, but he knows better, they never mean anything. They are just plastic. A plastic way to hide that what they really mean, they can't stand him, his arrogance; his know it all attitude, his short temper and just him.
Light illuminated from snow white hair, which belonged to the Cat guardian, and her grey face was slightly pulled in an annoyed look 'your annoyed?' he thought bitterly 'annoyance is my middle name you simple minded fur-ball'
"Have you fixed the Hot-Ra yet?"
His green eyes bored into hers. "No Nefertina I have not 'fixed the Hot-Ra yet' I have been too busy trying to 'fix' this infatuated spell! And if you have a problem you can cough up a hair ball for all I care!" that was rude, he knew that, but they had gotten use to it by now, his snappy rude remarks, his cruel manipulative manner and his short answered grunts. That's the way it has been for some time now, he would lock himself in his study, hiding himself, hiding from them. He has started to fear them, like he feared…'no!' Mentally shaking him from the memories that tormented him at night his concentration was returned to the matter at hand.
"Rath!"
"What?" his eyes were torn away from his scroll yet again and glaring at Nefertina, Rath made it clear he was very much annoyed.
"Didn't you hear anything I just said?"
Rath just stared, he wanted to be snarky, he wanted to be sarcastic, to give a quic kwitted remark, he wanted to be arrogant, but 'he' didn't answer, 'he' was silent. 'He' was gone, just gone. He wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but it just did, he started to disappear, he started to ignore, snap and even manipulate, but 'he' is now gone, gone and he doubted 'he' would ever come back. Rath waited patiently for the ever present guardian to tell him what he previously missed, but she didn't, she didn't yell, she wasn't annoyed, she just stared, stared at him as if he was another person, as if she had never seen him before 'she probably hasn't' he mused 'for 'him', 'he' the one she knew was gone, I am not 'him' nor 'he' I not 'himself' nor the one that 'he's' been. I am I, I am, well, I am me. The me that has taken over 'him' I am me' She left after that, closed the door behind her and left, leaving him alone, always alone, always afraid and always alone. But she didn't know that and she never will because she never asks and nor do the others, they just leave, 'leave me alone, I welcome it, but he fears it' he always does.
He couldn't continue his work after that, his exhausted body wouldn't allow it, eyes falling shut as he read the hieroglyphics he knew he was fighting a losing battle and so he decided to retire for the night. Rising from his slab chair the wizard made his way to a cupboard near the door, he opened it and produced a small vile that could fit in the palm of his cold dead hand, it contained a liquid that seemed to be light blue water.
Leaning back against the wall Rath studied the vile. 'your always there aren't you' his mind dwelled as he stared at the small container 'unlike they who leave me alone at night, who ignore who asks questions, you never ask, you only help, you know my secrets fears and pain, you are a mere bottle a little vile with a liquid that relaxes me and yet you save me, you help me without question you do not judge you just are'
The cork was grasped between strong fingers and with one pull it popped off leaving the contents to be dried by its user. Rath pressed the little bottle against his cold lips and tilting his head back he drained it, sucking it dry like vampire does its victim. It burned sizzling down his throat he bit his lower lip to keep his vocal cords silent until it was over. Passing his throat the contents snaked their way into his stomach and at that moment it felt he had swallowed a twenty gallon acid vile than a one gallon watery liquid, he fell forward slamming his knees hard onto the concrete floor, but still the burning continued. His eyes rolled upwards procuring the white of his once green pupils, his body shook violently, but still no sound came from his throat. Collapsing onto the concrete floor the pain ceased just as it had come – slowly. His eyes closed shut 'silent' his mind started to spin 'silent within this place I now call home' he opened his eyes again and pushing himself up from this cold floor, he made his way to his sarcophagus at a very dizzy pace. Misjudging the distance between his leg and a table his knee connected hard against its cold leg. He stayed silent, too tired to curse, he didn't even bother to get angry. Finally he reached his destination, his sarcophagus, his solace and his nightmare. Practically collapsing in his coffin the snake guarding fell intoa deep restless sleep.
But in the night eyes gleamed in the dark, like those of Cat the shone like eerie moons against the darkness, the eyes stepped out of the blanket of darkness and a woman with white hair and grey skin followed. The eyes had been watching the Snake, they had sneaked listened silently as the wizard squirmed under some pain, and they had been present him when he exited the study and even when he banged his knee. They had been present and now their owner knew Nefertina knew that Rath was not in his right mind, but she had to help – somehow…
You want to know what Rath is drinking? You want to know why he is acting so
coocky? Wel I am dreadfully sorry, but I just can't for the life of meremember why!
Perhaps a couple of reviews might do the trick... mabey 5 or 10 ro even more?
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