Helloooooooo!
So I am writing another multichapter! My second! I feel so proud of myself for sticking with writing this long. Usually I get bored of something within a small span of time. Haha.
This was an idea that I've always wanted to write out with Skip Beat. If I do this correctly, I think it will put a good twist on the original story. The song that spurred this idea is Time is Running Out by Muse. A frickin' amazing song.
Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat or any of the characters. Nor do I own the lyrics to the song Time is Running Out by Muse.
I think I'm drowning,
Asphyxiated.
I wanna break this spell
You've created.
His microwave oven beeped loudly, resounding through his first floor of the huge house and into his ears. The wave was processed by his subconscious, yet his conscious was far too focused on the large flat screen TV. He had not moved from his frozen position since he had heard the program was to be showing next.
He drowned in the revel he was getting from that icy stare that glared through the screen. It was so intimidating, nerve wracking, nightmare causing, and so... So asphyxiating.
She sucked him in with those eyes, drowned him in the currents of her cold anger. The madness in her eyes sent shivers down his spine, terrifying, body freezing, intoxicating...
The victim in front of her cowers from sheer fear, truly afraid about what the insane yet terrifyingly beautiful goddess of death in front of him.
The blood-chilling stare is unwavering as she absently reaches for a dagger from her belt. Unsheathing the blade, the scrape of cold steel sends a strange feeling to the core of one's being.
She plays with the dagger, golden eyes that held no warmth boring into the soul. She reaches out with it to the man, who shuffles back with a shuddering breath.
The escape is made impossible by the point of the dagger pressed against his neck.
She purrs in a scarily seductive voice, "We don't want to escape, now, do we?"
The man is too afraid to answer. He gulps, the impending silence broken by the sound as his Adam's apple scrapes the sharp blade. Crimson falls onto the goddess' pale hands, faulting the skin. Her eyes brighten as she feels the warmth of each individual drop fade slowly.
"We could have so much fun." She says in that transfixing voice that makes you want to run away and at the same time have her so close as you touch each other lustfully.
The dagger lowers to his arm. Fear and fascination is in the man's eyes as he watches her carve into his own arm.
Blood of two colors begins to splatter the old wooden floorboards.
He lets out a yelp.
Suddenly, her wrist snaps, flicking the dagger to land with a thunk between the eyes. His eyes close immediately.
She whispers, "It was a silent game, my good sir."
The words sent shivers once again to dash up and down his spine.
I wanna play the game
I want the friction
He was fascinated with this woman who displayed cold murder with ease, like it was nothing. She cast a spell on him those cold eyes that froze the fibres of his being in their motions.
He wanted to see all of her other expressions.
He wanted to play the game, and feel the scared friction in his inner core.
He wanted the same feeling to run through her, but that would be saved for last.
It was a game, after all.
He was asphyxiated, after all.
Hah, I have listened to that song so many times now. It has this really desperate feel to it that I love.
Less than three,
shadowsfromthedream
