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Title: Declined Ascensions
Author: Bitter Inferno
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White. That was all he saw. A distant flutter was coming to his ears but he saw nothing that made that noise. It was as though he was blinded by the white. He stretched his arms forward, fingers searching for cloth, flesh, a wall…anything to show that he wasn't alone.
But there was nothing.
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Black. Darkness, fear, pain, panic… That's all that he'd known ever since he could recall. His subconscience floated in an endless stream of tar. His breath was already coming raggedly as the memories flooded through his brain. He opened his mouth to scream out for mercy, for the pain to leave him, for it to stop…but it never did.
And he was met with silence.
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Noise. Noise everywhere. It surrounded, filling his ears with the screams of doomed souls. He tried to block it out; to push it out. When he ran, it followed. When he hid, it found him. When he slept, it tortured him. There was no escape.
As soon as it stopped, it began. There was no relief.
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Soft. Quiet, rustling, peace. Eerie peace. He was shrouded in it; a comforting embrace. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong and yet, something gnawed at his stomach. His conscious screamed at him through the muffled folds. He strived to listen, to make sense of the dampened shrieks.
Yet there was peace.
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Sketchy. Lines that could destroy as easily as they could create. Lines forming intricate patterns and designs; never showing what was to be or what had been. Detached and unconnected, like himself. The lines reflected the incompleteness of what lay within. Imperfect harmony of his psyche.
A full picture of nothing.
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Genuine. Genuine is what they said he was. But how could he be genuine when he was such a fraud? Lies were only a hitchhiked ride through life; an easy way out that only gained you everything and nothing together. Hand in hand they went. It was human nature to lie; truth took more audacity to accomplish.
Audacity that he didn't have.
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Delicate. Trusting…maybe too trusting? All it shifted into was the manipulation of his being. Being distorted into a shape that he didn't want to be. He didn't have a choice. He was pulled in. Pulled in so deep that he couldn't escape. Maybe there never was escape for him. Perhaps he was doomed to be a minion…forever a follower of the man who called himself his "friend".
Taken for granted.
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Elaborate. A transparent gem and at the same time; it was opaque. Its many facets twisting and shaping the light that tried to see through him. Bending conventional radiance into separate beams. Beams bearing resemblance of those who needed salvation. He wanted to help them all; but only reached one at a time. The damned, the suffering, the incorrigible.
To a sinner, he was a saint. To a saint, he was a sinner.
An unforeseen searing pain blasted in his shoulder blades. He staggered, blinded by agony and mystification. His fingers twisted in his hair, trying to block out the first pain with another. The screams that ripped from his throat fell upon deaf ears.
He fell to his knees in a dizzying state. The world whirled around him, leaving him gasping for air. He wished it would all stop.
And then it did. Slowly, the pain subsided and a celestial peal warbled through the deathly silence. He rose to his feet, staggering under an unnatural weight that rested on his back. He looked over his shoulder and gazed upon with awe as the crystalline wings unfurled around him.
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