Title: The Things I See
Author: Casshirek
Summary: What destroyed Humpty Dumpty? We see this here. Electronic Studios, American McGee, and Lewis Caroll's work -- copyrighted to them. Insanity is mine. Yes, I should be writing the next chapters for a few other series, but I couldn't resist. c.c
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the kings's horses and all the king's men
couldn't put Humpty together again.
* * *
"It shouldn't have happened -- no..."
Hues twisted within the distance, transforming ever so imperceptibly into something else. The red of roses became the red of bloods; the ocean blues, a drowned man's skin and the rich green a burning emerald of mold.
"She said it wouldn't happen."
He could see everything. Nothing obscured his sight of the land.
"... it shouldn't be like this, shouldn't be ..."
The wailing began.
"What have I done?" Oh, the screams ..
Hands pushed.
*crack* -- and blessed darkness swept over him.
* * *
He opened his eyes - no, his *eye*, the other was blind - and stared.
"No." A single tortured moan. "Oh, please.. no!"
* * *
And he sat on his throne, a cracked and ruined memory, without direction or life. A single red eye stared forever into the brick wall that severed him from Wonderland; the other was nothing but shards. He could not have been alive, so silent and still he was, but those who came knew he lived still - trapped within a prison more dreadful than theirs. They were made grateful by him. Those who sought discontent had only to look into his tortured face to taste satisfaction. He was a promise, a reminder that things could be very much worse.
He never moved. He never spoke. He never had any reason to do either. Nothing ever touched him, no monster ever approached close enough to damage the husk of a person that he was. Why, no one would say - to speak a name was to conjure its owner and who in Wonderland could ever want to meet the horrors in Humpty's mind? It seemed ironic that in the days to come, his prison would be a sanctuary. It was at his throne that the insane children came to play, lulled to gibbering whispers and half-remembered memories of a happier time. And Humpty Dumpty always remained quiet throughout these times.
But on nights like these, when the night is dark and the moon is the knowing smile of a cat, the shattered king is believed to move, to whisper a question into the blackness.
"Why won't she let me die?"
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~Fin
Author: Casshirek
Summary: What destroyed Humpty Dumpty? We see this here. Electronic Studios, American McGee, and Lewis Caroll's work -- copyrighted to them. Insanity is mine. Yes, I should be writing the next chapters for a few other series, but I couldn't resist. c.c
* * *
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the kings's horses and all the king's men
couldn't put Humpty together again.
* * *
"It shouldn't have happened -- no..."
Hues twisted within the distance, transforming ever so imperceptibly into something else. The red of roses became the red of bloods; the ocean blues, a drowned man's skin and the rich green a burning emerald of mold.
"She said it wouldn't happen."
He could see everything. Nothing obscured his sight of the land.
"... it shouldn't be like this, shouldn't be ..."
The wailing began.
"What have I done?" Oh, the screams ..
Hands pushed.
*crack* -- and blessed darkness swept over him.
* * *
He opened his eyes - no, his *eye*, the other was blind - and stared.
"No." A single tortured moan. "Oh, please.. no!"
* * *
And he sat on his throne, a cracked and ruined memory, without direction or life. A single red eye stared forever into the brick wall that severed him from Wonderland; the other was nothing but shards. He could not have been alive, so silent and still he was, but those who came knew he lived still - trapped within a prison more dreadful than theirs. They were made grateful by him. Those who sought discontent had only to look into his tortured face to taste satisfaction. He was a promise, a reminder that things could be very much worse.
He never moved. He never spoke. He never had any reason to do either. Nothing ever touched him, no monster ever approached close enough to damage the husk of a person that he was. Why, no one would say - to speak a name was to conjure its owner and who in Wonderland could ever want to meet the horrors in Humpty's mind? It seemed ironic that in the days to come, his prison would be a sanctuary. It was at his throne that the insane children came to play, lulled to gibbering whispers and half-remembered memories of a happier time. And Humpty Dumpty always remained quiet throughout these times.
But on nights like these, when the night is dark and the moon is the knowing smile of a cat, the shattered king is believed to move, to whisper a question into the blackness.
"Why won't she let me die?"
* * *
~Fin