A Vincent Nightray tribute
Dangerous mind
A/N: This is a tribute to Vincent Nightray. This is how I believe his world might look like.
I attempt to write this at school during Math.
Also a song that matches perfectly with this fic is Imaginary by Evanescence.
I do not own Pandora Hearts. If I did I would give Vincent a haircut. lol.
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He was trapped inside a little chamber and four walls stared blankly back at him
Sometimes shadows would appear on these walls
Hideous monsters and goy dreamscapes
Gruesome, distorted faces calling out to him
And there, in the middle of his small confined space
A big ornate pair of scissors with blood marring their shining blades would appear
Those scissors fitted too well in his small hands
Bringing them to his eye-level he could see his face reflecting sinister on their steel surface
His face was the little boy with the red eye of misfortune he had once been
Haunting and familiar at the same time
Because time did not exist in the depths of his very existence that in some aspects looked exactly like a warped Abyss
He was enshrouded in the tendrils of darkness wrapping him like a blanket
No one had ever put him in bed and lulled him to sleep as a child, and yet the kind darkness welling from somewhere inside him did
He was stuck into this small room inside his own mind
With the walls pressing down on him
He was crushed and reduced to nothingness
And yet he was still perfectly alive and breathing just fine
All that because of his restrained, wicked mind
Sometimes a corridor would appear
A door that led him out of his little house and into other locked doors he wasn't sure he wanted to enter
When those doors were left unlocked or when he looked through the keyhole with morbid curiosity
All the barriers between sanity and insanity would crumble down and fall
When he was like this, anything could happen
He would lie into his mindand his imaginary world more and more often
And sometimes he would find it difficult to emerge
Impossible to come back to reality
When he was like this he was capable of doing anything
The place where his mind ws traped would sometimes fill with selves full of toys and stuffed animals
Look like a twisted children room
He broke the toys and cut the animals to pieces with the scissors that now always seemed to be on his hands every time he needed them
Only by breaking them could they stay forever with him
He was stuck into this dream-like place that would sometimes turn into a dreadful nightmare and not being able to tell reality from his twisted illusions
This was his broken, damaged self
This was his dangerous mind
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A/N: I think it turned out more depressive than I had originally meant to make it. Anyway, Vincent deserved a tribute.