Thoughts, unknown voice, boy
Death with out life
(crowds of people walk by a boy of unknown age, with dark long hair ending in short blending white. fear noticeably among their faces, the fear of not know what he is capable of and as a few good minded people walk by to check on him they are scared off by the pure darkened red eye that Pearce's the soul)
Fear is that all I seem to see what is so wrong with me I wont hurt them. He is unsettled by life and its mysteries. Worried of staying in one place, he stands with a swift movement not noticed by the random passing people and walks slowly through a seemingly repetitive forest. No sound no life He states within his own mind."Oh but u will my little friend u will" A darkened voice commands his attention which he does not wish to give away happily.
"Who's there?" He speaks tiredly and of a hint of annoyance.
Why is that voice so familiar? It tares at his mind to imagine that he might know this voice "what do you not know me?" the voice asks intrigued and somewhat annoyed
"Go away leave me alone who ever you are" waving a hand through the air as if dismissing the voices
That's just not possible boy. A glimpse of laughter forms among the words spoken by the voice
"Why…why is it not possible? It's a simple task" Again trying to dismiss the voice he moves into a clearing with no grass no wind just one tree that seems to blow with out the help of wind, he reaches out to feel this large tree with black and purple flowers growing on every branch.
hehehe because im afraid you must die here. The voices laughter stops the boy from touching the tree as an intensifying pain causes the boy to buckle over spitting blood
"W…ha…t w…why" He is lost to what he has done to deserve this, to why he has come to be hunted by this pain
Because here you are nothing just a thought you don't exist. The voice says now taunting him with doubtful thoughtsim not real? That can't be…how? No I must be real…I must.
His arm bears blackened symbols before his screaming eyes as the world fades to an emptiness all that is heard is the menacing chuckle of the murdering voice.
Hahaha it is amusing to watch you wallow in your own weak life. The boy lay fallen next to the tree for time to consume and life to discard just as before left alone condemned to his own hated thoughts
(To be continued...)
