VOICES

woot. First chapter. For now this is kinda aimless and you're all probably pretty angry at me wondering why the hell I stopped Ghost of Prince for this, but it's been nagging at my mind and I can't take it anymore. Inspiration is my secret lover. And she's my favorite whore of all. Heh heh. Enjoy!

It had probably been there since he was nine, right after he woke up to his mother's dead face. It had probably been there before that too. Because whenever he woke up, he felt something crack and creak, and when ever he spoke, he heard something in his mind contradicting him.

The thing in his body never seemed to want to agree with him at all.

When he was three, he remembered asking his mother what the thing was. She didn't understand, couldn't possibly.

"Kaa-chan?" he whispered as he climbed into his parents beds. He was mindful not to hurt his mother's belly where his siblings were growing. Twin sisters just for him his mother had informed.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"What's this voice in my head that keeps telling me to do things I shouldn't?" He asked, gazing into his mother's tired face.

"It's nothing, baby. Do you want to sleep with me and daddy, or are you going back to your room?"

"Um...I'll stay with you!" at least when he was near his mother, that voice didn't speak as loud, and retreated to the back of his mind.

It's had probably been there since he was born, would probably was always be there. For a few years he grew accustomed to the voice, and it eventually toned out till it was nothing more than a low murmur.

It wasn't until his mother was killed did the voice shout loud enough to be heard. When he woke up, he felt something crack. When he cried uncontrollably, he heard something laugh. And when he shook her corpse over and over, he felt hands on his neck. When he whispered 'please wake up' he heard something answer.

"She's never coming back."

The voice screamed at him every night that he woke up from dreams about her death, of seeing a furry monster killing her, but that was all his imagination he was sure.

And then, suddenly the voice was gone. One night he had thought hard about shutting it away, locking it up in a cage in the dark. And the voice shut up. It was gone.

Until he turned eleven. He woke up from a nightmare. Not the normal ones, the one with the fuzzy monster with the white face. No. It was of swirling black and yellow mists creeping up on him. Every time he tried to escape them, hands seized him, pushing him back into the small circle or clear space where he was trapped.

Laughter echoed all around the dark, and a cage crashed down somewhere from the dark. The door open, and a hand beckoned him inside. Though the hand was attached to an invisible body. He was being pulled inside, against his will. And as soon as he entered, the hand placed a small jeweled crown on his head.

The door to the huge birdcage swung shut with a clang. "Mine now." something whispered. It was a raspy voice that echoed and yet didn't travel at all, merely smothered out.

A grin appeared out side of the golden and delicate bird cage. As well as a dagger. A blue tongue slipped out of the grin, licking the blade before it flew at him stabbing right in the center of his chest, where a small black hole opened up, and swallowed the birdcage, and everything else, even him.

He'd awoken with a start, hearing hysterically laughter echoing around his brain. He held his head tight. "Shut up!" he whispered harshly. The voice simply laughed louder.

"Does little king know I'm here? After he locked me away all alone?" the voice laughed and laughed. It burnt and scraped his ears. He felt cold fingers on his cheek. "I'll show you the demons I saw."

He hated that laughter, but he willed it away, until there was nothing.

OWARI

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