Disclaimer: He doesn't belong to me.
Authors' note: I'm right in the middle of writing a fairly normal (normal for me, anyway) political fic, so obviously all my dark imaginings need to find their outlet *somewhere*, which is why this 250-odd word piece of weirdness came about... that, and I keep reading Snow Tigra's (wicked) fantasy fics.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
[ one can only see what one observes, and one can
only observe things which are already in the mind ]
Alphonse Bertillon
The clack and screech of something being dragged along echoed tightly down the dimly lit corridors. The sound rarely varied, but the sense that it was gradually coming closer was terrifying in its' clarity.
Dr. J. was forever leaving unfinished and failed projects in forgotten corners of his vast laboratory. Sometimes though, these half-ruined projects would get up and wonder through the darkness: hulking parodies of humanity that retched and howled their madness long into the night.
He could still hear the tortured sound of metal on metal as the monsters followed him through the dreamscapes of his nightmares. - Occasionally, the madness stalked him through into the daylight hours: where he would hear it in Shinigami's triumphant laughter; glimpse it in Trowa's depth-less eyes; and where it glittered on the sharpest edge of Wufei's sword.
And sometimes, when he glanced in the mirror, it would stare out from behind his eyes.
If he ran fast enough, then maybe he could escape - he would be able to lose the clawing monsters in the vast labyrinth of his logic and strength.
Once, when he had pressed his calloused thumb against that small red button - causing Wing to self-destruct - he'd felt the vibrations as the madness howled its' loss to an unfeeling God. And as he sped towards the open arms of Death - he'd briefly known the peace that silence brought.
Then the breath had rushed into his lungs, and the stuttering footsteps continued in their relentless rhythm.
Maybe they would follow him to the ends of the earth.
Or maybe only to the ends of his sanity.
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If you managed to get through this, then I would appreciate your thoughts.
Many thanks,
~miseria~