"Beyond the Madness"
Machiavellian, obdurate, lethal. Death descends upon her, its formidable jaws snap at her and bite in the form of brilliant electricity.
His face: placid, calm, stoic. Complacent, this killing machine feels no lament, no remorse. Twin green orbs stare out at her, taunting her, torturing her. And he is violent rage, marked by the twin scars on his cheeks. His ethereal face belies his lethal nature and she knows she cannot sway his conviction: she will die by his sordid, bloodied hands.
He makes his move, locks of fire falling into the liquid pools of green. The brilliant blue sparks of light hunt her, hungering for her blood, rich, red, dark. And she screams a sickly, frightening noise; not because of the death before her, but because of the one who wields it. A smirk creeps onto his cold, apathetic face. He enjoys it, savoring her horrified look, loving the thrill of murder. And the sparkling, azure, electric death finds her, coursing through her veins and ceasing her life.
The last thing she remembers before eternal sleep is his eyes… and she will never forget. For in those eyes, for a millisecond, perhaps more was an emotion not frequently seen. His philistine façade had cracked for just a moment, allowing her to see into his soul… past all the ugliness and mangled, warped, scars on his heart. He is not cruel: there wasn't any antipathy or malice or a sick obsession for death in those eyes. There was something more… a sadness, perhaps? Maybe this man isn't a monster. Somewhere deep down inside, he does care, and he regrets taking her life, and purloining lives from everyone else.
And this man, crimson falling into his eyes and death in his hand, becomes perplexed. Because the girl's lucid, somber face, pale with death, beheld a soft smile. Perhaps this man will never understand the simple reason behind happiness in her countenance, but it did make him muse for quite a while. And years later he kills mercilessly, people's faces frozen in fear or hatred, or twisted into an abomination even the most wicked would appall. But he will not lose himself in the malicious murders. He will not lose his sanity and become completely inhuman… because he remembers. He is still lost in a reverie of a smiling girl who can see beyond the madness.
--Emerald Eyes
05.03.01.
Wrote this in English class sixth period in school today 'cuz I was bored.
Disclaimer: don't own it. never did.