World
of Make Believe
By SMYGO4EVA
The shadows surround everything that is considered dark and all that is macabre. Everyone has masks upon their faces, hiding what truly is behind their mock-happiness and bright eyes, so they would appear to be full of life and so promising to one's eyes. The mask would hide what a coward the person truly is, afraid of being loved or being ridiculed, and that is what the darkness has to offer: the cold and cruel truth.
Serenity has always avoided the truth, yet she sought it. She wanted to see what dark aspects were in the world she had grown accustomed to for so long. For the longest time, she felt protected by her older brother Joey; he was always looking out for her, and defending her from any sort of threat, perceived or otherwise.
She welcomed his protection, but at the same time she wondered what would happen if he didn't always come to save her. She wondered what would happen if she wasn't a sad little girl waiting to be rescued from the horrible reality, if she was swept away by darkness.
She wanted to know if she would accept a dark and cruel being.
A cruel being by the name of Marik.
Marik was unlike anyone Serenity had ever encountered. He had a foreboding air to him, like death and destruction were sure to follow wherever he went. And he reveled in it – he craved it – the pain and suffering of others was his sustenance, his reason for existing.
He oozed seduction from his omniscient amethyst eyes.
His voice cloaked whomever he was speaking to with a sinister web, letting them know that he had caught them.
He eyed his prey, and he always entrapped them.
His hands were the devil's playthings, catching any victim who stood in his way and sealing their doom.
Yet there was one victim who had managed to get out of his grasp.
Serenity.
He wondered about her all the time. She was shielded, protected, by her petulant older brother.
How annoying.
Wouldn't it be nice to catch her, entrap her, if only once?
He would wonder how it would be to have her auburn-red hair tangled between his fingers, to see her writhing form in his hands and see her brother cry out in defeat at the power of his beast Ra.
To see her scream and cry out.
To feel her shuddering form in his embrace and kiss her silk lips until they bled.
To have her….
To claim her…
There he would take her far away from reality.
And she would accept it.
She would accept it as her destiny.
The two of them would go into their own world.
The world of make believe.
(A/N: As you know, I make scary drabbles for one special occasion and this was no exception. Happy Halloween!)