Cold
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The night was dark, and held a frigid intensity that made it seem palpable. No noise, except for the gentle hum of the wind could be heard. The moon offers no light, as it's currently completely covered by the Earth's shadow. Clouds prevent the stars from shining, so it is nearly impossible to see anything. A young man's faint outline can just barely be made out. He is looking down at two piles in front of him. Upon closer inspection, it is noted that they are people, dead people.
Their blood has formed one giant pool beneath them. Blood can be found emitting from various scratches, and a gash on each of their necks; the fatal wound. The young man gently leans down. His features are worn. He's obviously seen many things, many things not many could claim to seeing; many things not many could claim to want to see.
He looked at the two bodies that lay before him. His own features, and emotions reflected that of the two before him: emotionless, lifeless, cold. The only distinction was his body was functioning, opposed to the two dead. He turned to walk off, but stopped after only taking a few steps.
He wasn't sure exactly why he'd decided to kill them. They hadn't wronged him. They were good people. It was probably to prove something to himself, or someone else maybe. Whatever the reason was, when he was doing it he had remained just as he was now, cold. Which meant that he had achieved it, the state he'd longed for. He'd wanted it for so long, he'd brutalized himself to get there, but here he was. All that work had paid off. He wanted only one thing now, more.
He walked back toward the two dead, and a voice called out to him, "Don't waste time here, and go kill more, I know of a couple more people I know deserve death." He honestly didn't care what the voice said. He didn't feel the desire to go find more, or kill someone he was ordered to.
He kneeled next to the two. He turned his head to the side while surveying them. He again questioned himself as to why. There was no real reason. He wasn't even sure that he knew why he wanted to prove something. He didn't need to so why? Memories maybe. He didn't know anymore, he didn't know anything anymore. All he was was cold.
He picked up the woman's hand. She was pretty. Her magenta hair was pulled back into pigtails. He placed a kiss on her hand. It was a simple gesture, but it made him feel a little better. A tear streaked down his cheek, and on to her hand. His cold demeanor vanished, and he broke down into sobbing. He looked over at the other body. It was that of his long-time neighbor. He turned, looked at the stuffed bear on the ground, Shmee. He sighed, and picked it up, tracing his fingers over the various stitches.
Resigned, he stood up, and threw the now silent bear to the ground, and turned to walk away again. He stopped, and turned once more, and looked at the two. It was kind of pretty, in an angst sort of way. Johnny, and Devi, two lovers side by side, their blood mixed. Todd sighed, and turned to walk away ignoring the screams of Shmee. He'd achieved it; he was free from his sanity, that's all he'd ever wanted. To just be free from reason, and looking at the two he knew he'd down it. A smile spread his face. He'd spent all that time at the mental institution without insanity, and when he was finally lost it, he was released. Smiling he turned, for the last time, and finally walked off. Todd's footsteps soon faded into the night, and all that could be heard was the soft whisper of the wind.
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Disclaimer- I don't own JTHM, or any affiliated work, so don't sue me.
The night was dark, and held a frigid intensity that made it seem palpable. No noise, except for the gentle hum of the wind could be heard. The moon offers no light, as it's currently completely covered by the Earth's shadow. Clouds prevent the stars from shining, so it is nearly impossible to see anything. A young man's faint outline can just barely be made out. He is looking down at two piles in front of him. Upon closer inspection, it is noted that they are people, dead people.
Their blood has formed one giant pool beneath them. Blood can be found emitting from various scratches, and a gash on each of their necks; the fatal wound. The young man gently leans down. His features are worn. He's obviously seen many things, many things not many could claim to seeing; many things not many could claim to want to see.
He looked at the two bodies that lay before him. His own features, and emotions reflected that of the two before him: emotionless, lifeless, cold. The only distinction was his body was functioning, opposed to the two dead. He turned to walk off, but stopped after only taking a few steps.
He wasn't sure exactly why he'd decided to kill them. They hadn't wronged him. They were good people. It was probably to prove something to himself, or someone else maybe. Whatever the reason was, when he was doing it he had remained just as he was now, cold. Which meant that he had achieved it, the state he'd longed for. He'd wanted it for so long, he'd brutalized himself to get there, but here he was. All that work had paid off. He wanted only one thing now, more.
He walked back toward the two dead, and a voice called out to him, "Don't waste time here, and go kill more, I know of a couple more people I know deserve death." He honestly didn't care what the voice said. He didn't feel the desire to go find more, or kill someone he was ordered to.
He kneeled next to the two. He turned his head to the side while surveying them. He again questioned himself as to why. There was no real reason. He wasn't even sure that he knew why he wanted to prove something. He didn't need to so why? Memories maybe. He didn't know anymore, he didn't know anything anymore. All he was was cold.
He picked up the woman's hand. She was pretty. Her magenta hair was pulled back into pigtails. He placed a kiss on her hand. It was a simple gesture, but it made him feel a little better. A tear streaked down his cheek, and on to her hand. His cold demeanor vanished, and he broke down into sobbing. He looked over at the other body. It was that of his long-time neighbor. He turned, looked at the stuffed bear on the ground, Shmee. He sighed, and picked it up, tracing his fingers over the various stitches.
Resigned, he stood up, and threw the now silent bear to the ground, and turned to walk away again. He stopped, and turned once more, and looked at the two. It was kind of pretty, in an angst sort of way. Johnny, and Devi, two lovers side by side, their blood mixed. Todd sighed, and turned to walk away ignoring the screams of Shmee. He'd achieved it; he was free from his sanity, that's all he'd ever wanted. To just be free from reason, and looking at the two he knew he'd down it. A smile spread his face. He'd spent all that time at the mental institution without insanity, and when he was finally lost it, he was released. Smiling he turned, for the last time, and finally walked off. Todd's footsteps soon faded into the night, and all that could be heard was the soft whisper of the wind.
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