(SpellSong FlashBack 2)
"Through the Loop Part 1"
She opened her eyes, and was met by many surprises. One, the sky was blue, not some smokey color like normal. For the large smog and dirt cloud was gone. Two, she was feeling pain all over. She didn't feel pain, she'd never felt pain. Not like this atleast. And the wounds, they weren't healing inward on themselves and stopping it. She sat up and cringed as the gash along her right skin slid across the ground and she did what she always did.
"DAMN-fuck!"
She ran her fingers along it only to bring them up covered in blood. A blood she rarely ever saw. The scent of her blood almost as empty as the scent she didn't have. Like she just didn't exist. That matched her mind, the one of many children in her family, but the only one who showed up a psi-void, like she was just a not there at all. She liked that though.
She wiped the blood on the ground, getting dirt on her fingers now mixed with the blood as she supported herself to get up, biting back a scream that would have told her finally what true pain, atleast physical pain, was. A large house and temple was looming to her right side.
Old built of stone. Not like ages old. It looked like it might have only been here 100 years or so, not like ages. But it was old type. A all too good, unfalling apart yet, Japanese temple from the looks of it, and as she twirled to look around, she was surrounded by foliage -and not that that was bad- but nothing. Nothing seemed modern at all.
So she took off with another slur of swearing toward the creepy old-modern temple.
And up the path she went to the door to the temple, just to be held at an odd stance when she noticed the old man, who must have been about as old as the temple she thought by the lines on his face, that was even though he sat in a lotus position his eyes closed with a staff balanced across her nobly knees. He's asleep she thought cruelly. Little old freak's just asleep.
She started edging up to him, pulling The Perfection around her, so her step would make no sound as she started making faces at him barely inches from his own face.
"Geee, what stupid luck. Your just asleep you dumb little assh-" she never did get to finish her sentence because some kinda field seemed to grab her both pushing her from him by a foot or so and holding her, as the wicked freak with his eyes closed still struck her hard as hell straight on her head with the thick end of his staff.
"OWW! You lousy no good bastard!!!!"
It was starting to drive her nutz. She never felt pain really before, not that lasted this long, which might have been all of two minutes or so, an eternity in her very cracked world. It was like enough to drive one nutz now. He whacked her again, harder, and then once more. She was backing up clutching her hands over her skull even though her hair was flooding down around her everywhere.
"No more!" The little man was already standing holding the staff at her imposingly once the dots in front of her eyes grew lighter though wouldn't go away. Her skull felt like it was on fire.
"If children can speak then they deserve not to speak! Close thy mouth, as thine heart is as such!"
Her eyes widen. The little freak was speaking to her like it actually matter what he said. She'd get him. Yeah she'd get him………soon as the world stopped spinning. She'd get him good, gut him from nose to pelvis, watch his writhe and scream. Suddenly she was whacked again.
"God Fuc-" but she stopped with the imposing movement of the staff of the little man as it was still twice his size and he wielding it like nothing, biting down on her tongue, hard enough to draw pain and blood there too. No one talked to her that way! No one!
"Good. Good children be treated with respect. Bad be children be deserving-" he said motioning the large stick at her imposingly again, and it was enough to make her take a step back. Her powers weren't working here. She was really besides her fighting skill off balance here. She was on guard tighter. She couldn't be herself here. She though never would realize for many months how wrong that statement was.
"Now stop that ugly wordage that is only of the foul heathen and let go of that steel hold on golden bouts inside."
She wasn't sure if she was more confused of the way he was talking, or the way the world was suddenly spinning, making her feel like water going down a drain, the soapy bubbles like spots in front of her eyes suddenly pulling her darker and darker. It kept whirling till everything was suddenly a darker oblivion than her hair.
"Through the Loop Part 1"
She opened her eyes, and was met by many surprises. One, the sky was blue, not some smokey color like normal. For the large smog and dirt cloud was gone. Two, she was feeling pain all over. She didn't feel pain, she'd never felt pain. Not like this atleast. And the wounds, they weren't healing inward on themselves and stopping it. She sat up and cringed as the gash along her right skin slid across the ground and she did what she always did.
"DAMN-fuck!"
She ran her fingers along it only to bring them up covered in blood. A blood she rarely ever saw. The scent of her blood almost as empty as the scent she didn't have. Like she just didn't exist. That matched her mind, the one of many children in her family, but the only one who showed up a psi-void, like she was just a not there at all. She liked that though.
She wiped the blood on the ground, getting dirt on her fingers now mixed with the blood as she supported herself to get up, biting back a scream that would have told her finally what true pain, atleast physical pain, was. A large house and temple was looming to her right side.
Old built of stone. Not like ages old. It looked like it might have only been here 100 years or so, not like ages. But it was old type. A all too good, unfalling apart yet, Japanese temple from the looks of it, and as she twirled to look around, she was surrounded by foliage -and not that that was bad- but nothing. Nothing seemed modern at all.
So she took off with another slur of swearing toward the creepy old-modern temple.
And up the path she went to the door to the temple, just to be held at an odd stance when she noticed the old man, who must have been about as old as the temple she thought by the lines on his face, that was even though he sat in a lotus position his eyes closed with a staff balanced across her nobly knees. He's asleep she thought cruelly. Little old freak's just asleep.
She started edging up to him, pulling The Perfection around her, so her step would make no sound as she started making faces at him barely inches from his own face.
"Geee, what stupid luck. Your just asleep you dumb little assh-" she never did get to finish her sentence because some kinda field seemed to grab her both pushing her from him by a foot or so and holding her, as the wicked freak with his eyes closed still struck her hard as hell straight on her head with the thick end of his staff.
"OWW! You lousy no good bastard!!!!"
It was starting to drive her nutz. She never felt pain really before, not that lasted this long, which might have been all of two minutes or so, an eternity in her very cracked world. It was like enough to drive one nutz now. He whacked her again, harder, and then once more. She was backing up clutching her hands over her skull even though her hair was flooding down around her everywhere.
"No more!" The little man was already standing holding the staff at her imposingly once the dots in front of her eyes grew lighter though wouldn't go away. Her skull felt like it was on fire.
"If children can speak then they deserve not to speak! Close thy mouth, as thine heart is as such!"
Her eyes widen. The little freak was speaking to her like it actually matter what he said. She'd get him. Yeah she'd get him………soon as the world stopped spinning. She'd get him good, gut him from nose to pelvis, watch his writhe and scream. Suddenly she was whacked again.
"God Fuc-" but she stopped with the imposing movement of the staff of the little man as it was still twice his size and he wielding it like nothing, biting down on her tongue, hard enough to draw pain and blood there too. No one talked to her that way! No one!
"Good. Good children be treated with respect. Bad be children be deserving-" he said motioning the large stick at her imposingly again, and it was enough to make her take a step back. Her powers weren't working here. She was really besides her fighting skill off balance here. She was on guard tighter. She couldn't be herself here. She though never would realize for many months how wrong that statement was.
"Now stop that ugly wordage that is only of the foul heathen and let go of that steel hold on golden bouts inside."
She wasn't sure if she was more confused of the way he was talking, or the way the world was suddenly spinning, making her feel like water going down a drain, the soapy bubbles like spots in front of her eyes suddenly pulling her darker and darker. It kept whirling till everything was suddenly a darker oblivion than her hair.
