Chapter 7: Splintered Gemini
by Vahn and Redhawk.
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Disclaimer: Nope I own em now! They are mine. I bought J.k Rowling out!
Notes: er another short one. Sorry. I wrote this one all by myself cause me and my partner aren't on speaking terms or something right now. I don't know *sobs* but I really like this one for some odd reason since it's not the best but. I dunno.
ZetaReticuli: OH thank you so much! *bows hysterically* Gah I love you so much. Check out the blimp, nice talking to you. Ed Gein is tragic isn't he.
Ru Av Natten: Finally decided to come around HUH! well better late than never. even though I review you like every single time the day a chapter comes out! i'm just kinda on edge. I DON"T HAVE ANY REVIEWS! maybe I'd get more if I wasn't mean to those who do review. heheh, thanks alot! (no seriously)
Goddess of wombats: Well well well, here it is. TWO chapters for yeh, you and Zeta were my sole incentive for inspiration. thanks for the growl *pockets it* and a sfar as revews go and acknowledgeemnt. I LOVE YOU!! hahahha, kidding, enjoy it anyway.
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Is this the truth? Scrawled on the walls in an unfamiliar hand? How long have I laid here, thinking of you, of us. When we were the cohesive being, synchronized in the sound of our pulse. No subtle taint, no vague obscured nightmare shifting, no drifting awkward wickedness. When did it become clear, things were falling apart. Or rather when I allowed myself to lose my balance, to topple. Throwing our precarious dance to the floor. Where we would proceed to tear our hearts from our chests, feeding each other our resentment and frustration.
When did we become one person? And harder yet, when did I detach myself from you. Leaving you naked and exposed in that empty bed, embraced by tense air and cold sheets. Where did love lead me then?
I cannot blame you for your cruel manipulations, nor can I resist the urge to indulge myself in the need to tear your throat out. D. a. d. d. y. The letters string themselves across the walls. Was it you who taught me to hate you as I do?
* * *
My son crosses his legs. Contemplating the Peruvian marble. Lips pressed together, thin and tight.
"Now that both Potter and Voldemort are out of the picture, it's our chance-" a snort, you shake your head, blonde hair covers your face, you laugh softly.
"You just don't get it..."
"What are you talking about? Don't you see? This is what we've been waiting for since the very beginning!" You look up at me, disgusted, those azure eyes full of contempt. they barely focus on me.
"I want nothing to do with your plans or you, you sick manipulative bastard." You announce quietly, with the trademark icy demeanor of a Malfoy. Stretching each syllable like a rubber band. How dare this person call himself my son, this disgusting faggot.
"How dare you speak to me like that, you insolent little brat, you ingrate! I'll make you eat your words!" you get up to leave, ignoring me. My son has nerve. you reach the door, taking small delicate steps, relishing in the moment no doubt.
"How is it you can try and act like a father to me with straight face, after all these years. Year after fucking year of neglect! How can you?!" His voice insidious and vehement. He grabs a bowl of the table and hurls it at me. He's got the aim of four year old girl. He tosses plates and vases. Anyhting he can grab that will break. With a final crash of a antique bust, a final protest before sliding down the wall, in to the pile of porecelain and glass beside my feet. With a final disgusted glance and teary sigh, you turn to leave this place forever.
"If you walk out on us now - what am I talking about?! Even Harry Potter himself has helped us more in death then you ever could! Leave, leave, leave you stupid faggot!" You stop, your hand on the knob, you turn, a malevolent gleam in your eye.
"I'm going to kill you father." and in the moments after the words hit my ears, the doors shuts and you're gone. A angry memory, an empty space. And more than I'd like to admit, You're so much like your father...
* * *
I walk away from the symbol of my afflictions, ruin and reckless decay. And with it all the times I've tried to fight, to disprove all the things you've said, to refute my destiny. What is my destiny now? With this hollowness, this broken void. Where Harry once stood. Like a severed limb, it twitches and festers. Where you once stood is this bruised purpled sore, this violet crater.
And now, severed is the only word. Detached, free of all the bindings and cementing, utterly, exquisitely free. Free of every single piece of anything that held me together. I feel like that mirror you broke that day. You threw me in to it. Fracturing the silver surface. It became my tool, writing your name on my wrists. Swallowing the chill of my loathing, and that night I prayed to know it's significance. I learned over time, as did the mirror crumble over the years. Falling victim to gravity and the spiral of anguish that seems to reside here. Now I stand outside the place that was my home, the splintered Gemini. The pain is exquisite and tangible as your mutilated corpse and the tragedy of blurring birth and death. Though I know everything has fallen apart, breaking up and breaking down. Things seems so much more lighter, like the hunger of a child, starved to death.
And now I have to ask. Where will love lead us now?
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REVIEW PLEASE, Wont someone take pity on a poor author who's computer insists on calling HIM, Chelsea? hm? hm? hm? REVIEW!
by Vahn and Redhawk.
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Disclaimer: Nope I own em now! They are mine. I bought J.k Rowling out!
Notes: er another short one. Sorry. I wrote this one all by myself cause me and my partner aren't on speaking terms or something right now. I don't know *sobs* but I really like this one for some odd reason since it's not the best but. I dunno.
ZetaReticuli: OH thank you so much! *bows hysterically* Gah I love you so much. Check out the blimp, nice talking to you. Ed Gein is tragic isn't he.
Ru Av Natten: Finally decided to come around HUH! well better late than never. even though I review you like every single time the day a chapter comes out! i'm just kinda on edge. I DON"T HAVE ANY REVIEWS! maybe I'd get more if I wasn't mean to those who do review. heheh, thanks alot! (no seriously)
Goddess of wombats: Well well well, here it is. TWO chapters for yeh, you and Zeta were my sole incentive for inspiration. thanks for the growl *pockets it* and a sfar as revews go and acknowledgeemnt. I LOVE YOU!! hahahha, kidding, enjoy it anyway.
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Is this the truth? Scrawled on the walls in an unfamiliar hand? How long have I laid here, thinking of you, of us. When we were the cohesive being, synchronized in the sound of our pulse. No subtle taint, no vague obscured nightmare shifting, no drifting awkward wickedness. When did it become clear, things were falling apart. Or rather when I allowed myself to lose my balance, to topple. Throwing our precarious dance to the floor. Where we would proceed to tear our hearts from our chests, feeding each other our resentment and frustration.
When did we become one person? And harder yet, when did I detach myself from you. Leaving you naked and exposed in that empty bed, embraced by tense air and cold sheets. Where did love lead me then?
I cannot blame you for your cruel manipulations, nor can I resist the urge to indulge myself in the need to tear your throat out. D. a. d. d. y. The letters string themselves across the walls. Was it you who taught me to hate you as I do?
* * *
My son crosses his legs. Contemplating the Peruvian marble. Lips pressed together, thin and tight.
"Now that both Potter and Voldemort are out of the picture, it's our chance-" a snort, you shake your head, blonde hair covers your face, you laugh softly.
"You just don't get it..."
"What are you talking about? Don't you see? This is what we've been waiting for since the very beginning!" You look up at me, disgusted, those azure eyes full of contempt. they barely focus on me.
"I want nothing to do with your plans or you, you sick manipulative bastard." You announce quietly, with the trademark icy demeanor of a Malfoy. Stretching each syllable like a rubber band. How dare this person call himself my son, this disgusting faggot.
"How dare you speak to me like that, you insolent little brat, you ingrate! I'll make you eat your words!" you get up to leave, ignoring me. My son has nerve. you reach the door, taking small delicate steps, relishing in the moment no doubt.
"How is it you can try and act like a father to me with straight face, after all these years. Year after fucking year of neglect! How can you?!" His voice insidious and vehement. He grabs a bowl of the table and hurls it at me. He's got the aim of four year old girl. He tosses plates and vases. Anyhting he can grab that will break. With a final crash of a antique bust, a final protest before sliding down the wall, in to the pile of porecelain and glass beside my feet. With a final disgusted glance and teary sigh, you turn to leave this place forever.
"If you walk out on us now - what am I talking about?! Even Harry Potter himself has helped us more in death then you ever could! Leave, leave, leave you stupid faggot!" You stop, your hand on the knob, you turn, a malevolent gleam in your eye.
"I'm going to kill you father." and in the moments after the words hit my ears, the doors shuts and you're gone. A angry memory, an empty space. And more than I'd like to admit, You're so much like your father...
* * *
I walk away from the symbol of my afflictions, ruin and reckless decay. And with it all the times I've tried to fight, to disprove all the things you've said, to refute my destiny. What is my destiny now? With this hollowness, this broken void. Where Harry once stood. Like a severed limb, it twitches and festers. Where you once stood is this bruised purpled sore, this violet crater.
And now, severed is the only word. Detached, free of all the bindings and cementing, utterly, exquisitely free. Free of every single piece of anything that held me together. I feel like that mirror you broke that day. You threw me in to it. Fracturing the silver surface. It became my tool, writing your name on my wrists. Swallowing the chill of my loathing, and that night I prayed to know it's significance. I learned over time, as did the mirror crumble over the years. Falling victim to gravity and the spiral of anguish that seems to reside here. Now I stand outside the place that was my home, the splintered Gemini. The pain is exquisite and tangible as your mutilated corpse and the tragedy of blurring birth and death. Though I know everything has fallen apart, breaking up and breaking down. Things seems so much more lighter, like the hunger of a child, starved to death.
And now I have to ask. Where will love lead us now?
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REVIEW PLEASE, Wont someone take pity on a poor author who's computer insists on calling HIM, Chelsea? hm? hm? hm? REVIEW!