True Misery Part Four Au Contraire
I'm amazed that we've reached part FOUR(echo) *four…four…four…*
I'm excited to see what's going to happen. Well, I hope you like the first chapter of True Misery Part Four,
Au Contraire.
"Child…you are mine…
No man nor beast can separate us. The man cast from Eden has bewitched us. His raven hair his thick with sin.
Do you deny it?"
"I do not."
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"Cain!" Jizabel cupped his hands around his mouth, his vocals vibrating against the palms of his hands. His veins cried in pain as his heart pounded, screaming for his missing lover. The ripped parchment was tucked snuggly in his platinum ponytail.
'Love…Cain…why…why did you leave? Are you simply invisible…?'
Jizabel slumped over, heaving with each stinging breath. His forehead was beaded with a gentle layer of sweat. His cloak was drenched with rain, and it had become a cloud to the creatures beneath him. The storm brewed darkly overhead, absorbing his misery and depicting the emotion as a physical entity.
His lungs screamed for life, sucking in the water like the pain he drowned himself in. The blissfully black sky beckoned him to hell, and brought him back, for he'd never experienced a hell. Cain was gone, and now he would forever know eternal flame. The hurricane of emotions twisted and turned in his muddled brain.
"Cain…why…? Please…let me find you…where are you…?" Jizabel's hands quivered, he wrapped them in his hair and pulled at the roots. His skin was on fire, the eternal inferno burned with the passion of Satan's scythe as the acid rain fell.
'You have gone against all values of taboo…you belong to me now…'
"Why must you be so unforgiving…?"
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"Nathaniel, come here," Anne smiled at him as he waddled to her, his pudgy face lifted with a genuine smile. She lifted the toddler and held him close to her as he rested in her arms.
"Anne, have you seen my tie?" Alexis' voice carried in from the bathroom. Anne smiled again and rocked the child.
"Next to the bed, sir, " she replied as she stood gracefully, placed Nathan down on the bed and walked around the edge of the bed. As she bent over to pick it up, Alexis walked out of the bathroom. He smirked as he buttoned the top of his shirt.
"Mmm…" Alexis smiled. " What I wouldn't give to wake up to that ass every morning…"
Anne blushed and stood up straight, his tie in her hand. "I just bet you would," she grinned and held out her hand. As soon as she did, his hand had already clutching the tie. There was a swirling sensation as the room spun around her and she was pressed warmly against the Earl's body.
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Cain sat on the elbow of an outstretched branch in the tallest oak tree near the center of the ark. His leg swung back and forth from the branch. Tears poured down his porcelain pale face and he held back helpless sobs that were begging and tearing at the back of his throat.
"I'm so sorry…" Cain gagged on his words, almost as if Satan's own serpent tongue was slithering around his throat. He gripped a higher branch as he wobbled haphazardly on his mid-tree seat. He sighed and he leaned forcefully against the trunk. Heavy raindrops fell from leaves and plunked onto his raven-plume hair.
"My dear Abel, you were blessed so luckily, your beauty is everlasting. You wasted your time with me, I am the devil. God doesn't like ugly…" Cain whispered to himself. His eyes were overflowing with pain. The corners burned and he quickly lifted his wrist to his eyes and let his shirt sleeve soak up the salty drops.
His canine teeth dug painfully into his tongue, spots of blood flavoring his mouth.
"M-mommy! Mommy! Where are you!!" a voice was lifted up to his ears from below. He wipes his face and leaned over slightly, staring downwards. A blond head swirled around beneath his eyesight, poking out from underneath a black veil and cloak.
"Little girl," he said, still staring down at her. He heard a gasp as her head turned to find where the voice had come from. Cain sighed, inched down from his spot on the branch, moving down until the soles of his shoes patted the wet grass. His heels sunk deep into the mud. His vinyl bottoms were dripping with rain water.
As he released the tree, he glanced at the girl.
"Little girl, are you lost?" he wondered aloud, leaning over her, concerned etched into his face like he was a sculpture. There was a soft gasp, mixed in with the heavy pitter - patter of rainfall. She lifted her head and stared at him with sapphire blue orbs. Her face was thin and pale, and the cold rain had soaked her so deeply that her lips looked even thinner, and almost a deadly bluish color in the stormy light.
Her blond hair was stretched beyond her ankles as she was hunched over in the grass. It was nearly as pale as she was- nearly as pale as her angelic, death defying face.
She nodded, her sapphires were leaking oceans on her face. Cain frowned.
"You don't know here your mother is…? Do you need help finding her?" he asked, his hands engulfed by his vinyl pockets. The girl sniffled and nodded again. Cain held out his hand in front of her face.
A smile graced his ivory features as she stared at him, her eyes darting nervously from his hand to his face.
"It's alright, don't be afraid…" he whispered.
She took his hand slowly- her hand was frail and nearly bone thin, but it was warm. She used his body as a balance as she stood feebly. She wobbled unsteadily on her torn shoes.
Cain unnoticeably looked up and down the malnourished child. Her dress was grayish brown and black, the laces were torn around the collar and sleeves. Her hood and cloak were draped in mud and rain. It was hanging off of her thin frame like a sheet.
On that note, perhaps it was a sheet.
"Y-you're spinning…w-why are y-you…?" the child stepped back, released his hand and falling backwards. Cain caught her in his arms and gently patted the side of her face with the palm of his hand. "H-hey, wake up!" he picked her up and held her in his arms with both of her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He ran from the park onto the cobblestone road, the soles of his shoes flopping in puddles and stone.
Her blond hair was sticking to his cheek as he held her lip body pressed snugly against him.
He ran until his eyes caught sight of an abandoned shelter closer to the center of town. He set her down beneath the roof of the porch and held her hair up so that she wouldn't lie on it. He wrapped his arms around her thin body to keep her warm.
An hour later, he opened his eyes. He was leaning against the railing, the little girl was in his lap, shivering.
She was staring at him with her bright blue orbs.
"Are you ill…?" he asked, staring down at her.
"I…I don't know…thank you for helping me, though…" she mumbled. There was a slight smirk on the corner of her pale lips.
Herr arms were suddenly around his neck and he felt a small pin-prick sharp pain in the back of his neck. His mouth filled with blood and he clutched his neck- poison needle. He coughed and swooned- he was on his back staring up at her with foggy eyes in mere seconds.
"I apologize, Sir…" her voice became muffled and distorted as he quickly began to drift away from consciousness.
"What a pity…" he heard an older voice say before he finally lost track of reality and he only saw black.
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Jizabel walked up and down the dirty sidewalk. His feet were aching from running and pacing, but he couldn't bare to stop searching for the missing Cain. His hair was plastered to his face, though the rain had long since stopped, his platinum locks retained the exposure to pure moisture.
His eyes darted from ratty building to tatty building. None of them had the kind of air that would lead him to his lover, and of course none of them did.
His eyes had grown deep, sunken and his vision was blurred and fuzzy. He placed his right hand against each building, forcing himself to walk with week and tired legs. His fingertips and palms had become slightly wrinkled from soaking up rainwater, and even though the rain had dissolved back into the sky, he was still shaking hard from his soaked clothes and body.
But invisible chains dragged him along the pavement- he was bound by emotion and will power.
The streets were empty, the clearness was reflected in his eyes.
The land was quite and wet.
His mind was clouded, and the sky was clear.
The most sadistic kind of irony plagued his seemingly forgotten soul..