... The dots are really annoying this chapter.
Hmmmm... mixed feelings about this one. And to AliyeH, ANTAGONIST didn't fit in. She'll be in the next one though.
How was your Turkey Day (if you celebrate it)? Mine sucked. Not that you care, but...
Anyways, many thanks to AliyeH for getting my ass in gear. Sorry I'm 25 minutes late on the update thing though. Meh, hopefully this'll make up for it.
... Warning, I listened to sad music, which was a bad idea. Who knows what I was thinking when I decided the soundtrack.
WARNING: Obscure torture and insanity. Oh! And dancing.
Disclaimer: I own *Boottothehead!*
Word Count: 921
Walk of Insanity
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X. Promenade
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The boy danced.
It started slowly. A slow shuffle of footsteps, the sinew of rope against flesh. Dulled eyes, the pulse has not reached them yet. But the boy, yes, he could hear it. Pounding rhythmically like the sea, and he yearned to loose himself.
But if it takes two to tango, then perhaps it takes three to put on a production.
Hands trembling, he prepared. Closed his eyes, took a deep breath (boom, pa, the base of my heart), and allowed sounds to rush into his eager ears.
Ready?
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He sat on his haunches and waited. His eyes never left his partners' forms. Tapping on the floor with his left hand, the rhythm was borne. (one, two. one, two)
With his right came the snare, his knife against the concrete. (chichichichichichichichi)
Ready?
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They regained consciousness after hours (or was it days, minutes, seconds? Or perhaps no time at all), while his patterns became more fervent. He smiled cruelly as their dulled eyes flashed life, summoning their presence in his malignant promenade.
"Ready?"
Struggles ensued. The music was reaching them as well. His smile turned saccharine. He stopped producing sound, but it didn't matter, because the melody still beat in the caverns of his mind.
Boom pa boom pa
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He takes out his first tool, its golden sheen drawing his gaze. He chooses the lady first, because (she's like Mother and Mother is only like sunshine and blood) he's a gentleman, and it's always "Ladies first."One two, One two
Her scream fell into the madness of the music. (Whap ah whap ah whap ah whap ah whap ah)Sobs and screams, sobs and screams at the tattered remains of her right hand. Blood flowed so sweetly, the fingers mangled beyond repair. Ah, but to the boy, her hand was simply
~BEAUTIFUL~
Chichichichichichichichi
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The host must attend to all his guests. His eyes glittered as he moved away from the sobbing woman, to the angry and frightened man. "Are you angry that I forgot you?" The man struggled again, but the music cannot be conquered. Surely he must realize? "I'll make you smile."
chibchiochiochinchiechiochim chipchitchiwchiochia
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His knife, lovely as a maiden, lay unblemished on the concrete. He picked it up, and smiled faintly. (A host never lets their guest be sad.) He turned around and danced to the man, twirling his knife with almost professional ease. He placed a hand on the man's bonds that currently kept him suspended spread-eagle, testing their strength.
"Don't worry if you don't know the steps. I'll lead," he proposed, and brought the knife closer to the man's face. The other struggled against his gag as it approached, and the knife stop inches before it penetrated flesh. "A-ah-ah. If you struggle I might mess up." So many emotions flashed in the man's brown eyes; hatred, fear, disgust, betrayal, sorrow, regret…. He stopped to bask in the light of these emotions, loosing himself once again to the music.
He took a deep breath, smiled as the brown eyes squeezed shut, as the lovely smell of blood permeated the room, as salty tears fell down the man's face onto the edge of his blade, and carved out a smile.
chibchiochiochinchiechiochim chipchitchiwchiochia chibchiochiochinchiechiochim chipchitchiwchiochia chibchiochiochinchiechiochim chipchitchiwchiochia
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He left to the satifying sound of pain and fear, and the faint smell of iron and antiseptic.
The music slowly faded as his Promenade of Dominance came to an end.