RID WE ARE ONE NC-17ONG
Author – KimeraD/Dunamess/Azirademona/Zelmia (all same person)
Rating – NC–17
Warning's – Explicit Sex, murder, gore, blood rituals, rape, etc.
Disclaimer – Don't own Riddick, wish I did though.
Feedback – Um… YEAH!
1. We are one
She is absence in the light, the reason for tears and sorrow.
She is the one you see in the deep recesses of your mind.
She cradles you near and tells you, 'You are me.'
You pull away and stare at a blank face and wonder, "Am I you?"
She disappears into the shadows and you are left with a mirror. You are too afraid to look for fear that you will see her reflected in it.
'Look through me and see yourself, see the horror that is your soul and the sorrow that is your heart, believe in the fear that your lies are truth to those who have faith in you.'
Your body is drawn to the voice in the mirror. With eyes closed you grip the frame, and pray that when you unscrew your eyes, you will not see yourself, but someone else.
Head down, eyes open, you see your bare dirty feet scrunched up on a bare wooden floor. Your eyes try to adjust to the dimness of your surroundings while you question your sanity.
Slowly you raise your eyes and look at the mirror. It is too blurry so you search for your glasses. 'In your left pocket', a voice whispers. You comply and there in your pocket lie your glasses. Slipping them on you look at the mirror and see... Yourself.
You are healthy, clean, and alive. More than what you were mere hours ago. What has happened? Why are you here?
Crrrrrrrreak
"Who's there?" You spin around quickly and see only darkness. It's almost as if the only source of light is coming from the mirror. You turn back and see something completely different now in the mirror. It is you... or is it?
You no longer have your glasses and your hair is long, black, and straight compared to the nappy, dark brown curls you usually have.
"You!"
The image before you smiles a moment before reaching through the glass. Long claws catch the front of your already torn shirt and rip flesh along with cloth. You scream, loudly. The cuts are not the only thing hurting. It's as if your very skin is on fire. Grabbing at the shirt, you rip it clean from your body and claw at your skin as your blood burns underneath it.
'Do you wish for the pain to stop?'
You barely register the voice over the shattering pain that racks your body. With an unknown amount of resolve, you look to the mirror and reply.
"YES! Anything to end this!"
'You are me.'
"What?"
'Say it and the pain will stop.'
"You Promise?"
'I would not lie to myself. Now, SAY IT!'
"You are me."
'And I am you.'
The pain ceases, a moment before your heartbeat begins slow and you fall to the floor in a lifeless heap. Eyes wide and fixed on the mirror, a woman bare as the day she was born, emerges from the mirror. You begin to shake from the shock and the knowledge that your body is shutting down.
She stretches her body through the air.
'We are one.'
She turns to you and kneels down by your head. She flips you onto your back gently and holds your head in her lap. She is perfection.
You ignore the dull thud of your heart as the beats barely reach your ears.
She strokes your hair and smoothes her hand over your face.
Below her left breast is a strange mark, but you can't make it out as your vision gets to blurry to make out such a small thing.
'We are one.' She nods her head at you.
You don't have enough breath left in you to voice the words so you mouth them.
We are one
It's getting dark. The last thing you see before you enter the darkness is a macabre face coming closer to yours.
The pain starts again only a thousand times worse than before.
WE ARE ONE