Hello people. This is a one-shot I'm writing, so I hope it goes better than the last one. This was inspired by the fact that I've been in a rotten mood lately. Consider this a prelude to an experiment I may write about. If you think I should write about him, please review and tell me. If you're here to flame, I have a couple words to share with you: Shut up, get lost, and drop dead. To everyone else: enjoy!
Enter: Jekyl
Another lousy day. Then again, they all are. I find myself on a cliff with a pounding headache, reminding me why I hate my life so much. Over the cliff I have a full view of a the trashed ruins that probably used to be a city. A sinking feeling in my stomach tells me that I probably had something to do with the tragic end all those lives.
The sad thing is that I can never be sure. I am an Abnormality cursed to walk this planet with only a conscience to separate me from the thing within. I can never be sure what happens exactly, only that it can happen anywhere at any time. First come the screams. Next my vision becomes red; getting darker and darker until it's gone completely. After that, my skin starts to burn, and I can feel the intense heat of the flames eating at my skin. Finally I hear one last bloodcurdling scream before nothingness. When I come to I have this huge headache, and my body is usually coated in blood.
I cannot recall how I came to be, but my earliest memory is floating in the water nearby a beach. I can recall that day that some giant "landfish" had chased me around the beach until the screams came and the beach went red. I realized that I had been unconscious, and that what used to be the beach was a wasteland covered in a sea of gore. Among the numerous corpses littering the ground, I found many things that will forever haunt my memories. I was unable to find the landfish, so it's possible that it is still alive, searching for me.
Forcing myself to forget about my horrid past for the time being, I prepared for what I hoped would be the end of my ghastly existence. I saw, at the bottom of the cliff, many Jagged rocks that I hoped to impale myself on when I jumped. Maybe I would finally be able to end this nightmare.
As I fell toward the rocks, I couldn't help but feel that this plan of mine was bound to fail. Life just wasn't that easy on me. When I reached the ground, I heard my bones crack And I saw my blood flow. There was now a gaping hole in my chest, and protruding from said hole was one of the rocks which was about the combined length of both of my arms. Looking carefully, I saw that the spike was beginning to disintegrate. I realized then that I wasn't going to die. My instincts had been right. All that my efforts had provided for me was a searing pain that was worse than my headache.
Life is really cruel to me. I have not many options left with me now. I will always be suicidal, though. Hopefully one day I will be granted eternal peace. Until that day comes, I will just have to deal with the suffering. Because, though I may be the loneliest thing on the planet, The monster within is guarantee that I will never truly be alone.
R & R.