*Disclaimer: I own nothing.blah.blah.don't sue me..I have no money.I make
dirt look rich.(j/k)*
*Author's Notes: I intend, (and will hopefully finish) for this to be a prelude to a full length fic, so if I don't.send ninja hippos after me, and Enjoy thoughs "speaking"*
"That dying is what the living do, That dying is what the loving do, And dead dogs are those who do not know That dying is what, to live, each has to do." Curiosity by R.S. Gwynn
Introspection can be worse than any wound, if you have the time to delve deep enough. I should have known that this.confinement would only bring the worst kind of introspection, the crimes this sad shell has done. I will take responsibility for them, I'm not a coward, but I hate to think of those I killed for a few gil. It seemed then that I bathed in blood, being the only solace to silence the voices. I fed the hunger of.it, while killing so many innocents, for sport or revenge of those who considered themselves better than I.
And now, confined her in this miserable cell, I find things I knew I should have never, would have never wanted to. My first victim's scream as I slit his throat, his children begging for mercy but there was none to be had. I was hungry, it was hungry and the only thing that fed both was death. I don't know what it is, but it's getting so much stronger. I'm less afraid of it then I am of the sheer power of will it has over me. Things have always been in blood for me, always will. Mera the murderer, Mera the one whom sins for all, Mera who is not strong enough to resist it's will, Mera the weak and hopeless passenger on this ride.
~--Years Before--~
She walked up to him, cautiously, curling a blond/silver strand of hair in her slender fingers. She looked him over, a tall man, with strong broad shoulders, loosely falling brown hair that grazed his shoulders. Bending down, he picked her up from under her arms, and brought her tight to his chest. Smiling, this is what love is, this sweet papa of mine, though he hurts, she leaned her head onto his chest, they make me better; I'll be healthier this way.
And I looked up, gazing into those grey eyes, and I did not see what I wanted. I saw amusement, not love. Does papa not love me anymore? And I could not get this question out of my mind, I tried but I could not. We walked down another sterile hall, the walls smelling of chemicals freshly plastered on. One of the assistants was cleaning another section of the wall, fighting mildew with.. a toothbrush. She did not wake me at the right time today and look, she suffers. They all suffer because I am sick. Because papa wants me better so soon. When we passed her, she bowed her head to papa, and the halls sounded with the soft scrubbing of the toothbrush on the walls. We headed into a room marked -Exam Room 1 Knock Before Entering - and papa quietly closed the door behind me.
"Ready for your shots today, Mera?" he moved away from me and towards a small preparation table. Taking out a small syringe, he walked closer towards me.
He smiled calmly, gripping my childlike hand in his. "Don't forget to breathe Mera, it'll make the medicine work more quickly." I smiled grimly and winced as the needle entered my veins.
Author's notes: Sorry it's so short.the library closed while I was working on it.sorry.more later.
*Author's Notes: I intend, (and will hopefully finish) for this to be a prelude to a full length fic, so if I don't.send ninja hippos after me, and Enjoy thoughs "speaking"*
"That dying is what the living do, That dying is what the loving do, And dead dogs are those who do not know That dying is what, to live, each has to do." Curiosity by R.S. Gwynn
Introspection can be worse than any wound, if you have the time to delve deep enough. I should have known that this.confinement would only bring the worst kind of introspection, the crimes this sad shell has done. I will take responsibility for them, I'm not a coward, but I hate to think of those I killed for a few gil. It seemed then that I bathed in blood, being the only solace to silence the voices. I fed the hunger of.it, while killing so many innocents, for sport or revenge of those who considered themselves better than I.
And now, confined her in this miserable cell, I find things I knew I should have never, would have never wanted to. My first victim's scream as I slit his throat, his children begging for mercy but there was none to be had. I was hungry, it was hungry and the only thing that fed both was death. I don't know what it is, but it's getting so much stronger. I'm less afraid of it then I am of the sheer power of will it has over me. Things have always been in blood for me, always will. Mera the murderer, Mera the one whom sins for all, Mera who is not strong enough to resist it's will, Mera the weak and hopeless passenger on this ride.
~--Years Before--~
She walked up to him, cautiously, curling a blond/silver strand of hair in her slender fingers. She looked him over, a tall man, with strong broad shoulders, loosely falling brown hair that grazed his shoulders. Bending down, he picked her up from under her arms, and brought her tight to his chest. Smiling, this is what love is, this sweet papa of mine, though he hurts, she leaned her head onto his chest, they make me better; I'll be healthier this way.
And I looked up, gazing into those grey eyes, and I did not see what I wanted. I saw amusement, not love. Does papa not love me anymore? And I could not get this question out of my mind, I tried but I could not. We walked down another sterile hall, the walls smelling of chemicals freshly plastered on. One of the assistants was cleaning another section of the wall, fighting mildew with.. a toothbrush. She did not wake me at the right time today and look, she suffers. They all suffer because I am sick. Because papa wants me better so soon. When we passed her, she bowed her head to papa, and the halls sounded with the soft scrubbing of the toothbrush on the walls. We headed into a room marked -Exam Room 1 Knock Before Entering - and papa quietly closed the door behind me.
"Ready for your shots today, Mera?" he moved away from me and towards a small preparation table. Taking out a small syringe, he walked closer towards me.
He smiled calmly, gripping my childlike hand in his. "Don't forget to breathe Mera, it'll make the medicine work more quickly." I smiled grimly and winced as the needle entered my veins.
Author's notes: Sorry it's so short.the library closed while I was working on it.sorry.more later.