ok.. So mayhap I updated this before I finished every thing else.. but it looked so lonely
all alone, and 1 review! Well.. mayhap that's not the only reason, my fantasy muses had to
vent.. I have not written anything non Zim in a while.. so without further adieu.. Here is
chapter.. # the two.
Pain. Pain so intense it laughed at her. She longed to just kill it. To rip it off her and
destroy it. To make it die. But it mocked her then, as she realized she must be dead. The
ever steady beat of life, that was both scary and beautifully comforting, in its steady
thumping, was gone. Like a candle snuffed out. All she could see was cold blackness. All
she could feel was emptiness. She wanted to cry. For the first time since she was very
small, she wanted to cry. Then slowly as if not of her will her eyes opened.
Brightness made them snap back shut and she rolled away from it. For a moment the hope
that she was somehow still alive danced in front of her. only to be crushed as she realized
she wasn't breathing. The other life giving rhythm in and out up and down, was gone. She
opened her eyes again. Cool wet grass met her half open gaze in the dull pre-morning
light. It blurred and she blinked her body slowly beginning to register things. Cold. Wet.
Damp. Then sun's rays. But the sun didn't hurt. Gaz did not yet wonder about that. First
she slowly inhaled, only to exhale quickly at the pain that brought. She tried again and
again the pain lessening each time until she could hold it. She held it. For a few moments
not feeling the slow rising need to exhale she should have felt. She let the air escape.
Sitting slowly up she felt something else. Hunger. A hunger unlike any she had ever
known. Deep beyond her stomach it all called out. Feed. Instinct driving her she inhaled
through her nose catching the sents off the air around her. Everything was sharp so much
clearer and brighter. There were things she could not recognize as smelling before. One
sent fed her instincts. Blood. Her eyes hazed with red as she stood on shaky booted feet.
There was a cat on the wall. She caught it's gaze. Feeling it's small grayish aurora meet
with her own strong red slashed purple one. She engulfed it with her power. She was
strong. Stronger then her maker had ever known. She felt the tips of canines grow razor
sharp and longer. She fed. The cat's life draining into her's feeding her undead but dying
flame. Her hunger was so great she couldn't stop. She may have wanted to, but she fed
until the cat was gone.
She licked the Simi warm blood off her mouth and fangs. Her world had intensified. She
was stronger. Not at full power, but she could feel every thing growing clearer. Not just
because of the steady rising sun. Slowly she turned toward the house. She walked to its
door placing her hand on the cold frame. She could smell and feel those still alive and
living with in. Her brother. A dark hopeful sent tinted with self worry and a hidden
strength an aura closely matched to his sent. What would he give to know his sister was
now one of the creatures he hunted in his wild dreams. Gaz let a half smile linger at the
sad note, that she never believed in the deeper dark evils of the world he held so dear.
Her dad. His sent was that of a hospital so clean and chemical filled Gaz's heightened
nose could almost not take it. his aurora was that of work and care for his children, but
the idea that by working he was doing a better job with them, then rasing them himself.
Missed birthdays and first words, missed first drawings that look like what they were
supposed to be, even missed Bigfoot sightings, all were things that could be made up
later. He was missing his children's lives. He had missed his daughter's death.
Gaz paused at the door. This place was not her's anymore. It was worlds and years apart.
Last night had claimed her to be it's death daughter. Could she resist. Slould she resist?
Logic took her. It was not a world she could linger in. She was monster. She had seen
enough television to know. But. But maybe she could just take one more glimpse at
what should have been her's. Slowly, not noticing the tears running down her pale face,
she entered.
She never gave a second glance at the discarded game slave. It's battery-less soul was like
her life. From a different age a different world.
all alone, and 1 review! Well.. mayhap that's not the only reason, my fantasy muses had to
vent.. I have not written anything non Zim in a while.. so without further adieu.. Here is
chapter.. # the two.
Pain. Pain so intense it laughed at her. She longed to just kill it. To rip it off her and
destroy it. To make it die. But it mocked her then, as she realized she must be dead. The
ever steady beat of life, that was both scary and beautifully comforting, in its steady
thumping, was gone. Like a candle snuffed out. All she could see was cold blackness. All
she could feel was emptiness. She wanted to cry. For the first time since she was very
small, she wanted to cry. Then slowly as if not of her will her eyes opened.
Brightness made them snap back shut and she rolled away from it. For a moment the hope
that she was somehow still alive danced in front of her. only to be crushed as she realized
she wasn't breathing. The other life giving rhythm in and out up and down, was gone. She
opened her eyes again. Cool wet grass met her half open gaze in the dull pre-morning
light. It blurred and she blinked her body slowly beginning to register things. Cold. Wet.
Damp. Then sun's rays. But the sun didn't hurt. Gaz did not yet wonder about that. First
she slowly inhaled, only to exhale quickly at the pain that brought. She tried again and
again the pain lessening each time until she could hold it. She held it. For a few moments
not feeling the slow rising need to exhale she should have felt. She let the air escape.
Sitting slowly up she felt something else. Hunger. A hunger unlike any she had ever
known. Deep beyond her stomach it all called out. Feed. Instinct driving her she inhaled
through her nose catching the sents off the air around her. Everything was sharp so much
clearer and brighter. There were things she could not recognize as smelling before. One
sent fed her instincts. Blood. Her eyes hazed with red as she stood on shaky booted feet.
There was a cat on the wall. She caught it's gaze. Feeling it's small grayish aurora meet
with her own strong red slashed purple one. She engulfed it with her power. She was
strong. Stronger then her maker had ever known. She felt the tips of canines grow razor
sharp and longer. She fed. The cat's life draining into her's feeding her undead but dying
flame. Her hunger was so great she couldn't stop. She may have wanted to, but she fed
until the cat was gone.
She licked the Simi warm blood off her mouth and fangs. Her world had intensified. She
was stronger. Not at full power, but she could feel every thing growing clearer. Not just
because of the steady rising sun. Slowly she turned toward the house. She walked to its
door placing her hand on the cold frame. She could smell and feel those still alive and
living with in. Her brother. A dark hopeful sent tinted with self worry and a hidden
strength an aura closely matched to his sent. What would he give to know his sister was
now one of the creatures he hunted in his wild dreams. Gaz let a half smile linger at the
sad note, that she never believed in the deeper dark evils of the world he held so dear.
Her dad. His sent was that of a hospital so clean and chemical filled Gaz's heightened
nose could almost not take it. his aurora was that of work and care for his children, but
the idea that by working he was doing a better job with them, then rasing them himself.
Missed birthdays and first words, missed first drawings that look like what they were
supposed to be, even missed Bigfoot sightings, all were things that could be made up
later. He was missing his children's lives. He had missed his daughter's death.
Gaz paused at the door. This place was not her's anymore. It was worlds and years apart.
Last night had claimed her to be it's death daughter. Could she resist. Slould she resist?
Logic took her. It was not a world she could linger in. She was monster. She had seen
enough television to know. But. But maybe she could just take one more glimpse at
what should have been her's. Slowly, not noticing the tears running down her pale face,
she entered.
She never gave a second glance at the discarded game slave. It's battery-less soul was like
her life. From a different age a different world.