Author: Aduial
Title: Like Something You Wrote
Plot: Un, deux, trios, quatre.
Rating: +15. May Contain Adult Themes
Verdict: 79.8 / 6.1
WARNING - MAY LEAD TO HOSPITALISATION
. LO QUE HACE FALTA - . some things I could use -------------------------- John 8: 44 You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father's
desire. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for
there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he
is a liar and the father of lies. --------------------------
I once dreamt that I was visited by a Seraph. The highest being in the choirs of
angels. It was an amazing sight. A sexless celestial being, with six wings; two over
its eyes, two over it's feet, and the others it used to fly effortlessly. He held a
burning coal in his hand, and he called,
"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory."
And it was almost as if he was love personified. He almost emanated light, and
ardour, and purity. I woke up screaming. My angels tried to calm me. They said
"You will be ever hearing, but never understanding; you will be ever seeing, but
never perceiving; your heart has become calloused, you hardly hear with your
ears, and have closed your eyes." Then they hid their faces behind their hands,
and wept. I screamed and screamed, until my throat felt dry and stung.
My angels are too emotional.
Nagi's very emotional, too. He got upset when I killed Tot. Tot could've sent me
mad if I wasn't "mad" already. She was whiny, and she talked to a pink bunny.
Hard to believe she's not that much younger than me. I hate rabbits. Especially
at Easter.
Today, I'm in a "bad mood." That's what Crawford calls it. I hate Crawford.
Schuldig said I was a "sex driven maniac." I didn't understand at first, then he
added, "sex deprived." Hate Schuldig. Nagi's not so bad. He let me use his
computer, and he doesn't tease me. He even helps me disinfect my knives
sometimes. I think he's the only one who isn't somewhat scared of me. Schuldig
doesn't read my mind, he's too scared of what he might find. Maybe he's Christian.
I really hate Schuldig.
Brad says it's late. It's only 12:30, I don't know what he's complaining about.
Maybe he has work to do tomorrow? I hope I get to kill someone again tomorrow.
I wish I could kill Tot again - I liked watching her fat bouncy head drop back on her
neck, her wide eyes rolling in her head, lips moving but making not a sound. Hah.
My favourite murder would be Ruth, though. That stupid God's bitch deserved it.
I also enjoyed killing "Masafumi". The sound his body made when it hit the floor
was amazing. Almost like a fish; when you spear it, wrench it off the spearhead,
and let it fall to the ground. A squishy flop-thud sound. Haha. Music to my ears.
-------------------- Wow, I'm amazing myself. And scaring myself. O.o! I think I'll stop now - unless I can find something more to write about. AND REMEMBER - L'HABIT NE FAIT PAS LE MOINE (it's not the clothing that makes a true monk) --------------------
. LO QUE HACE FALTA - . some things I could use -------------------------- John 8: 44 You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father's
desire. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for
there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he
is a liar and the father of lies. --------------------------
I once dreamt that I was visited by a Seraph. The highest being in the choirs of
angels. It was an amazing sight. A sexless celestial being, with six wings; two over
its eyes, two over it's feet, and the others it used to fly effortlessly. He held a
burning coal in his hand, and he called,
"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory."
And it was almost as if he was love personified. He almost emanated light, and
ardour, and purity. I woke up screaming. My angels tried to calm me. They said
"You will be ever hearing, but never understanding; you will be ever seeing, but
never perceiving; your heart has become calloused, you hardly hear with your
ears, and have closed your eyes." Then they hid their faces behind their hands,
and wept. I screamed and screamed, until my throat felt dry and stung.
My angels are too emotional.
Nagi's very emotional, too. He got upset when I killed Tot. Tot could've sent me
mad if I wasn't "mad" already. She was whiny, and she talked to a pink bunny.
Hard to believe she's not that much younger than me. I hate rabbits. Especially
at Easter.
Today, I'm in a "bad mood." That's what Crawford calls it. I hate Crawford.
Schuldig said I was a "sex driven maniac." I didn't understand at first, then he
added, "sex deprived." Hate Schuldig. Nagi's not so bad. He let me use his
computer, and he doesn't tease me. He even helps me disinfect my knives
sometimes. I think he's the only one who isn't somewhat scared of me. Schuldig
doesn't read my mind, he's too scared of what he might find. Maybe he's Christian.
I really hate Schuldig.
Brad says it's late. It's only 12:30, I don't know what he's complaining about.
Maybe he has work to do tomorrow? I hope I get to kill someone again tomorrow.
I wish I could kill Tot again - I liked watching her fat bouncy head drop back on her
neck, her wide eyes rolling in her head, lips moving but making not a sound. Hah.
My favourite murder would be Ruth, though. That stupid God's bitch deserved it.
I also enjoyed killing "Masafumi". The sound his body made when it hit the floor
was amazing. Almost like a fish; when you spear it, wrench it off the spearhead,
and let it fall to the ground. A squishy flop-thud sound. Haha. Music to my ears.
-------------------- Wow, I'm amazing myself. And scaring myself. O.o! I think I'll stop now - unless I can find something more to write about. AND REMEMBER - L'HABIT NE FAIT PAS LE MOINE (it's not the clothing that makes a true monk) --------------------