Aching. An aching, longing feeling. Revenge, Omni-present death, human
corruption, all these feelings welling within, waiting to be released.
Waiting to be let out, as they should have been. For these feelings, Revenge, the Omni-present death, human corruption, fear cannot be harbored in one host body alone. Slowly, it kills. Slowly, it maddens. Slowly, it becomes more and more hateful.
Slowly, it forces one to do things they don't want to. Or to make others do things they don't want to.
Sometimes, it turns out for the better.
Sometimes it doesn't help at all.
*~*~*
She walked over to the gate. The small planet was as close to the sun today, as it would ever get. It was time to change peoples lives as much as she could. Help them understand things better.
She had to pick quickly, for she has a certain amount of time.
Children were the best to pick. They believe everything so easily without a doubt. Teenagers were harder. They denied that they had a problem with something, but become angry if you don't know. Adults, adults have no imagination, and except things easier.
A child's dream is strong. A child's hope is stronger. And a child's love is the strongest, purest thing in the world. Because their love is without a doubt the purest kind of love, a kind of love that is forever.
Now, all she had to do, was find two children, possibly more if she thought she had the time.
She looked through the open time portal. The time was right, she stepped through.
Time to find child one.
*~*~*
He was alone, still, alone with no more friends. He had left them, again. He said he couldn't see them. He said they brought too many memories. So he was alone. still.
He was sitting next to the place where his home once was. He was sitting on a piece of wood that at one time might have been a chair. He sat there for a long time. He has been sitting there longer than he intended when she came.
She just appeared there, he didn't really question it. He was too tired, too weak, and too stubborn to bother.
She said he needed to go with her. That there was hope, hopes in places no one dared to look. He stood, and left with her.
*~*~*
She sat with her grandmother on a bench for a while, then a man with an ice cream cart walked by, and her grandmother got up to buy some.
That's when she came. Her emerald-black hair, partly down, waving gently with the slight breeze.
The little girl was nine now, and she was still very unhappy. She let the woman sit next to her. She let the woman explain. She let the woman show her. And she let the woman take her away. To make her wishes come true.
*~*~*
He was harder to convince. He had no hope. And he knew his wishes and dreams would never come true.
She spoke to him, telling him there was hope. That he would see him again if he believed, and went with her. It took much convincing, and a bit of bribing, but finally, he left with her. He said it's not like he had any reason not to.
So they went.
*~*~* The End. Chapter Four *~*~*
Waiting to be let out, as they should have been. For these feelings, Revenge, the Omni-present death, human corruption, fear cannot be harbored in one host body alone. Slowly, it kills. Slowly, it maddens. Slowly, it becomes more and more hateful.
Slowly, it forces one to do things they don't want to. Or to make others do things they don't want to.
Sometimes, it turns out for the better.
Sometimes it doesn't help at all.
*~*~*
She walked over to the gate. The small planet was as close to the sun today, as it would ever get. It was time to change peoples lives as much as she could. Help them understand things better.
She had to pick quickly, for she has a certain amount of time.
Children were the best to pick. They believe everything so easily without a doubt. Teenagers were harder. They denied that they had a problem with something, but become angry if you don't know. Adults, adults have no imagination, and except things easier.
A child's dream is strong. A child's hope is stronger. And a child's love is the strongest, purest thing in the world. Because their love is without a doubt the purest kind of love, a kind of love that is forever.
Now, all she had to do, was find two children, possibly more if she thought she had the time.
She looked through the open time portal. The time was right, she stepped through.
Time to find child one.
*~*~*
He was alone, still, alone with no more friends. He had left them, again. He said he couldn't see them. He said they brought too many memories. So he was alone. still.
He was sitting next to the place where his home once was. He was sitting on a piece of wood that at one time might have been a chair. He sat there for a long time. He has been sitting there longer than he intended when she came.
She just appeared there, he didn't really question it. He was too tired, too weak, and too stubborn to bother.
She said he needed to go with her. That there was hope, hopes in places no one dared to look. He stood, and left with her.
*~*~*
She sat with her grandmother on a bench for a while, then a man with an ice cream cart walked by, and her grandmother got up to buy some.
That's when she came. Her emerald-black hair, partly down, waving gently with the slight breeze.
The little girl was nine now, and she was still very unhappy. She let the woman sit next to her. She let the woman explain. She let the woman show her. And she let the woman take her away. To make her wishes come true.
*~*~*
He was harder to convince. He had no hope. And he knew his wishes and dreams would never come true.
She spoke to him, telling him there was hope. That he would see him again if he believed, and went with her. It took much convincing, and a bit of bribing, but finally, he left with her. He said it's not like he had any reason not to.
So they went.
*~*~* The End. Chapter Four *~*~*