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Seeing Beyond, Chap. 4
I am Blank.
I am broken.
My form torn asunder, my mind bereft of compassion, my soul.....
Do I have a soul, anymore?
Has he taken it from me?
Blank hung in his chains, staring into the infinite blackness of blindness and non-comprehension. What rational coherence he'd once had was long since departed - fled the scene, to some darker recesses of his brain or to oblivion...Blank neither knew nor cared, anymore. All he knew was the man would come again, and with him would come the Pain.....the sheer, mind- numbing torture that accompanied the assault upon the soul. Blank waited for death. Blank hoped for death, when his mind was spurred to such thoughts.
He idly wondered if he was already dead, and he was locked in some strange paradox and forced to relive his own death. Relive his own death...there was an oxymoron for you.
Countless hours, years, or centuries passed, while he hung like that - suspended in agony, suspended in death. Sometimes he was in pain. Sometimes he wasn't. It all blurred together in his mind.
The dry voice hissed in his ear. "I have a visitor for you today, my little rat...so be good and scream for him, won't you?"
Blank made no reaction - reactions were beyond him. A new voice came, different in that it was alive. Albeit, alive with nightmares unspoken and alive with a delight of the horrible, but alive nontheless.
The voice came. "How far along is he in the conditioning, my friend?"
"He's been down here for three months.....he's one of my most advanced cases," the auctioneer's voice responded. "His sense of self has been almost completely ripped from him - he's about as close to the human "shell" I can give you at this point, Kuja."
The other voice, dimly identified as Kuja, retorted. "Good. I'm still accelerating the black mage project.....I think it has the greatest overall value. But this idea definitely does have its advantages.....intelligence, emotion, and drive, to name a few."
There was a pause, accompanied by rustling. When the voices came again, they came from behind Blank.
"He's not very impressive looking.....are you sure he has the kind of perseverance we're looking for?" Kuja sounded doubtful, as if he'd been expecting something much more.
The dry laugh came again. "Trust me, Kuja. This one tracked me down over the course of a year, all the way from Lindblum to Treno, just to get his revenge. For some bitch of his. He has the drive."
Rebecca.....
Blank heard Kuja laugh for the first time; and it scared him more than the auctioneer's ever had. Kuja's laugh was the epitome of cold, controlled lunacy - it sounded like he'd learned to harness his insanity for some very rational, terrible purpose.
It scared the shit out of Blank.
"We'll consider this one our test subject, then," Kuja said. "Tonight, we will transform....."
"Blank," the auctioneer supplied.
".....we will transform Blank into our very own pet demon." Kuja finished.
There was a pause, and it sounded as if the two men were stepping back.
Kuja's voice came again, softly. "And then.....we will create an army of them."
And he laughed.....again.....and again.....
So it's shorter than the other chapters. What? What're you gonna do? You want some of this? You want the whole thing?
I guess you can review it.....reviewing is good.....or, I guess, you could eat Goldfish.....Goldfish are good.....
Seeing Beyond, Chap. 4
I am Blank.
I am broken.
My form torn asunder, my mind bereft of compassion, my soul.....
Do I have a soul, anymore?
Has he taken it from me?
Blank hung in his chains, staring into the infinite blackness of blindness and non-comprehension. What rational coherence he'd once had was long since departed - fled the scene, to some darker recesses of his brain or to oblivion...Blank neither knew nor cared, anymore. All he knew was the man would come again, and with him would come the Pain.....the sheer, mind- numbing torture that accompanied the assault upon the soul. Blank waited for death. Blank hoped for death, when his mind was spurred to such thoughts.
He idly wondered if he was already dead, and he was locked in some strange paradox and forced to relive his own death. Relive his own death...there was an oxymoron for you.
Countless hours, years, or centuries passed, while he hung like that - suspended in agony, suspended in death. Sometimes he was in pain. Sometimes he wasn't. It all blurred together in his mind.
The dry voice hissed in his ear. "I have a visitor for you today, my little rat...so be good and scream for him, won't you?"
Blank made no reaction - reactions were beyond him. A new voice came, different in that it was alive. Albeit, alive with nightmares unspoken and alive with a delight of the horrible, but alive nontheless.
The voice came. "How far along is he in the conditioning, my friend?"
"He's been down here for three months.....he's one of my most advanced cases," the auctioneer's voice responded. "His sense of self has been almost completely ripped from him - he's about as close to the human "shell" I can give you at this point, Kuja."
The other voice, dimly identified as Kuja, retorted. "Good. I'm still accelerating the black mage project.....I think it has the greatest overall value. But this idea definitely does have its advantages.....intelligence, emotion, and drive, to name a few."
There was a pause, accompanied by rustling. When the voices came again, they came from behind Blank.
"He's not very impressive looking.....are you sure he has the kind of perseverance we're looking for?" Kuja sounded doubtful, as if he'd been expecting something much more.
The dry laugh came again. "Trust me, Kuja. This one tracked me down over the course of a year, all the way from Lindblum to Treno, just to get his revenge. For some bitch of his. He has the drive."
Rebecca.....
Blank heard Kuja laugh for the first time; and it scared him more than the auctioneer's ever had. Kuja's laugh was the epitome of cold, controlled lunacy - it sounded like he'd learned to harness his insanity for some very rational, terrible purpose.
It scared the shit out of Blank.
"We'll consider this one our test subject, then," Kuja said. "Tonight, we will transform....."
"Blank," the auctioneer supplied.
".....we will transform Blank into our very own pet demon." Kuja finished.
There was a pause, and it sounded as if the two men were stepping back.
Kuja's voice came again, softly. "And then.....we will create an army of them."
And he laughed.....again.....and again.....
So it's shorter than the other chapters. What? What're you gonna do? You want some of this? You want the whole thing?
I guess you can review it.....reviewing is good.....or, I guess, you could eat Goldfish.....Goldfish are good.....