Title: Ten Needles
Author: Leo
Archive: Not up as of yet
Type: other
Pairings: 1x2 (hinted at)
Warnings: dark, death, gross
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't claim it to be mine, so leave me alone!
Notes: This comes from a strange game I use to play as a kid. It's
played by stimulating what you say onto someone's back. However, this
fic shall only contain the verbal part of the game, for it would be
rather annoying and boring to discribe scratching someone's back as a
form of a bear clawing at it. Duo's prespective.
/blah/=the game's words
"Ten Needles"
It's dark. So frighteningly dark. Only a little light seems to sneek
into the splintering wooden cell. It's not enough though. No, not
enough. I crave more. I NEED more.
The air is so stale in here. It's choaking me, ripping at my throat.
I can barely breath. Swallowing hard, I try to gasp in more. My chest
heaves rapidly. I fail.
Then comes the horrible pounding. It fills my container, throbbing
against the hallow depths.
Something sharp jettisons into my box. I can feel it, pushing at my
back, tearing at the cloth, ravaging the flesh.
/Ten needles in your back/
Further it goes, burrying itself deeper into my skin. And yet, I feel
nothing. No pain. Not even numbness. This scares me. Terrifies me in
ways no one could comprehend.
I pray that this is not Shinigami. It can't be. I'm too young.
Then the tingling starts.
/Spiders crawling up your back.
Bite ya! Bite ya!/
Now I'm glad the light is so dim. I fear what creatures are starting
to devour me. Their tiny teeth digging into my rotting flesh, tearing
it slowly from the bone.
My mouth falls open. I try to close my it, but to no avail. My body
just won't respond. And I feel it, eight little legs making their way
down my throat. Another set creeps through the wholes that were once
my eyes.
Deep violet eyes, my lover said, the most viberant and beautiful in
all the world. What would he think now if he saw these dark holes
that took their place? Would he still find me beautiful even with my
long braid clinging to a greening scalp? Doubtful. Only death loves
me now. Claims me like Heero never could.
I feel another sting as one bites down hard.
/Blood rolls down. Blood rolls down./
Strange, the brown wood is slowly turning crimson. A wave of red
washes over me and the creatures. So sticky and warm. I know this
liquid well. Blood. My blood.
The eight leg arachnids care not and continue in their frey. But they
have company. I can feel the other guest in my small, dark coffin.
The worms.
/Worms slithering up your back.
Bite ya! Bite ya!
Blood rolls down. Blood rolls down./
They inch slowly across the small surface of my stomach or what's
left of it. Their slimy bodies coiling around a patch of skin before
biting down.
One worm, rather large, decides my belly button is the perfect nest,
and slides it's way down inside. I can barely feel it as it makes
it's way through my intestines. To the worm, it must be a tube slide,
for down and down it goes, faster and faster. Then it stops or I stop.
The darkness closes in even more strongly. Has Proserpina come to
free my soul and present it to Dis? I hope so. I don't know if I can
take much more of this strange feeling of distant cognition. I have
thoughts, I know I do, I just can't grasp them, much like I cannot
move my limbs.
But I am not so fortunate. It is just the wind or a slight breeze at
that, whisping into my tight confines. How it came to be so far
underground, I know not.
/Cool breeze.
Now you've got the chills. Now you've got the chills./
So here I lie, six feet under, waiting for the next adventure.
Hoping, praying this is not eternity. And wishing I could just dream
of brilliant Prussian blue.
*Notes: Ok, the game can be much longer, depends on the admister. You
just pick different animals and make them attack. But, this was all I
could think of. I hope it was not too grotesque.
Author: Leo
Archive: Not up as of yet
Type: other
Pairings: 1x2 (hinted at)
Warnings: dark, death, gross
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't claim it to be mine, so leave me alone!
Notes: This comes from a strange game I use to play as a kid. It's
played by stimulating what you say onto someone's back. However, this
fic shall only contain the verbal part of the game, for it would be
rather annoying and boring to discribe scratching someone's back as a
form of a bear clawing at it. Duo's prespective.
/blah/=the game's words
"Ten Needles"
It's dark. So frighteningly dark. Only a little light seems to sneek
into the splintering wooden cell. It's not enough though. No, not
enough. I crave more. I NEED more.
The air is so stale in here. It's choaking me, ripping at my throat.
I can barely breath. Swallowing hard, I try to gasp in more. My chest
heaves rapidly. I fail.
Then comes the horrible pounding. It fills my container, throbbing
against the hallow depths.
Something sharp jettisons into my box. I can feel it, pushing at my
back, tearing at the cloth, ravaging the flesh.
/Ten needles in your back/
Further it goes, burrying itself deeper into my skin. And yet, I feel
nothing. No pain. Not even numbness. This scares me. Terrifies me in
ways no one could comprehend.
I pray that this is not Shinigami. It can't be. I'm too young.
Then the tingling starts.
/Spiders crawling up your back.
Bite ya! Bite ya!/
Now I'm glad the light is so dim. I fear what creatures are starting
to devour me. Their tiny teeth digging into my rotting flesh, tearing
it slowly from the bone.
My mouth falls open. I try to close my it, but to no avail. My body
just won't respond. And I feel it, eight little legs making their way
down my throat. Another set creeps through the wholes that were once
my eyes.
Deep violet eyes, my lover said, the most viberant and beautiful in
all the world. What would he think now if he saw these dark holes
that took their place? Would he still find me beautiful even with my
long braid clinging to a greening scalp? Doubtful. Only death loves
me now. Claims me like Heero never could.
I feel another sting as one bites down hard.
/Blood rolls down. Blood rolls down./
Strange, the brown wood is slowly turning crimson. A wave of red
washes over me and the creatures. So sticky and warm. I know this
liquid well. Blood. My blood.
The eight leg arachnids care not and continue in their frey. But they
have company. I can feel the other guest in my small, dark coffin.
The worms.
/Worms slithering up your back.
Bite ya! Bite ya!
Blood rolls down. Blood rolls down./
They inch slowly across the small surface of my stomach or what's
left of it. Their slimy bodies coiling around a patch of skin before
biting down.
One worm, rather large, decides my belly button is the perfect nest,
and slides it's way down inside. I can barely feel it as it makes
it's way through my intestines. To the worm, it must be a tube slide,
for down and down it goes, faster and faster. Then it stops or I stop.
The darkness closes in even more strongly. Has Proserpina come to
free my soul and present it to Dis? I hope so. I don't know if I can
take much more of this strange feeling of distant cognition. I have
thoughts, I know I do, I just can't grasp them, much like I cannot
move my limbs.
But I am not so fortunate. It is just the wind or a slight breeze at
that, whisping into my tight confines. How it came to be so far
underground, I know not.
/Cool breeze.
Now you've got the chills. Now you've got the chills./
So here I lie, six feet under, waiting for the next adventure.
Hoping, praying this is not eternity. And wishing I could just dream
of brilliant Prussian blue.
*Notes: Ok, the game can be much longer, depends on the admister. You
just pick different animals and make them attack. But, this was all I
could think of. I hope it was not too grotesque.