Note: I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh (Kinda sucks, but I'm sure the show/manga
is better off without me anyway. I'd murder Anzu and keep Pegasus away from
Cyndia in the first place. ^_^ Not enough bishounen. I own Megumi, though.
I always thought Pegasus should have a girl worthy of him. Anyway...
Delusions By Warrior Kalia (recreated from the best of her memory, with added stuff she just came up with)
Chapter 2
Maximillion Pegasus sat on the bare stone floor of his cell, eating slowly and gently tracing the scars on his arms with one finger, thinking. True, his 'medicine', as they put it, did stop his hallucinations, but they also prevented him from dreaming. The endless darkness that results when a sleeping person doesn't dream... It was beyond frightening... A void in which many a person's mind had been lost forever. He hadn't slept for... how long now? Three days? Four? It didn't matter, he supposed. Although the lack of sleep was getting to him, he felt worse if he went to sleep. As though something had stolen a part of his soul. He finished off his lunch and sighed, leaning against his bed, still tracing. Memories of how the patterned dermal indents had been obtained flooded into his consciousness. He froze, powerless to stop it but used to it anyway.
Maximillion had been bored as hell, no doubt about it. no one to talk to for once, everyone seemed to be leaving him alone. Besides the rabbit, that is. The rabbit never left him alone. His eyes were closed at the time. The rabbit caught his attention with a whisper. He opened his eyes to look at the freakish cartoon monster, but panicked instead. He couldn't see from his left eye! He couldn't SEE!!! He panicked for a couple of minutes straight before the rabbit managed to calm him down enough to send him into another panicked frenzy. Yami no Usagi explained that a spirit had entered his body and was trying to eat his soul. To save himself, he should remove the afflicted eye before the spirit could move to the rest of his body. It made sense. Maximillion immediately ran downstairs and into the kitchen. He grabbed the first knife he could see, ran back upstairs and into his room again. Sat on his bed and slowly but surely pried his left eye from its socket. He decided to hold on to the eye, just in case the spirit decided to leave. However a new problem had arisen- He now couldn't feel. He bitched about the recent spout of problems to the cartoonish dog that had suddenly appeared, and it nodded sagely and disappeared again. Yami no Usagi shed some light on his new predicament; he hadn't worked fast enough, and now part of the spirit transferred into the rest of his body. He theorized that the spirit would go away if he cut himself. Maxmillion nodded vigorously, soaking his silver hair with the blood that was coursing down his face. He drew his knees towards his chest and hugged himself a bit, just for the hell of it, and began cutting his left arm. When that didn't work, he began panicking again, and pushed the paring knife deeper into the soft, pale flesh. The muscle trauma caused the grip on his eye to weaken. He worked feverishly under the dictation of the cartoon Yami no Usagi, who encouraged his work and, indeed, even gave suggestions. Maximillion quietly damned the rabbit to eternal torment while working on his arm. Yami no Usagi heard him and seemed to get pissed off. The rabbit told him to begin on his wrists in a rather harsh voice. Maximillion quietly obeyed. However, his new work was cut off with the opening of the door. His father stared at him in disgust and horror. Maximillion stared back, transfixed temporarily. This loss of focus caused his grip on his removed eye to weaken further, and the eye to drop from his left hand and roll onto the bedspread. The cartoonish demon in the doorway didn't move. Maximillion wondered if he was truly there. Finding that he no longer cared, he went back to his arm. About ten minutes later, a few people came and wrestled him onto a stretcher. He protested of course; they hurt him quite a bit, and besides, they were scaring him again. NOW he could feel, and it hurt. "It hurt", The understatement of the century. Maximillion now snorted at that. At least he hadn't lost his sense of humor.
So they sent him to the hospital, he was constantly bound to the bed, and a week later, they sent him here. Who cares? All in the past. Even as he told himself that, he knew he was lying. He cared. And the past affects the future. He finished up his flashbacks with a small dose of laughter at the phrase, "those were the days", and a sigh. A guard came into the cell for the plate and also, it was found, to give Maximillion a message.
He had a visitor.
Delusions By Warrior Kalia (recreated from the best of her memory, with added stuff she just came up with)
Chapter 2
Maximillion Pegasus sat on the bare stone floor of his cell, eating slowly and gently tracing the scars on his arms with one finger, thinking. True, his 'medicine', as they put it, did stop his hallucinations, but they also prevented him from dreaming. The endless darkness that results when a sleeping person doesn't dream... It was beyond frightening... A void in which many a person's mind had been lost forever. He hadn't slept for... how long now? Three days? Four? It didn't matter, he supposed. Although the lack of sleep was getting to him, he felt worse if he went to sleep. As though something had stolen a part of his soul. He finished off his lunch and sighed, leaning against his bed, still tracing. Memories of how the patterned dermal indents had been obtained flooded into his consciousness. He froze, powerless to stop it but used to it anyway.
Maximillion had been bored as hell, no doubt about it. no one to talk to for once, everyone seemed to be leaving him alone. Besides the rabbit, that is. The rabbit never left him alone. His eyes were closed at the time. The rabbit caught his attention with a whisper. He opened his eyes to look at the freakish cartoon monster, but panicked instead. He couldn't see from his left eye! He couldn't SEE!!! He panicked for a couple of minutes straight before the rabbit managed to calm him down enough to send him into another panicked frenzy. Yami no Usagi explained that a spirit had entered his body and was trying to eat his soul. To save himself, he should remove the afflicted eye before the spirit could move to the rest of his body. It made sense. Maximillion immediately ran downstairs and into the kitchen. He grabbed the first knife he could see, ran back upstairs and into his room again. Sat on his bed and slowly but surely pried his left eye from its socket. He decided to hold on to the eye, just in case the spirit decided to leave. However a new problem had arisen- He now couldn't feel. He bitched about the recent spout of problems to the cartoonish dog that had suddenly appeared, and it nodded sagely and disappeared again. Yami no Usagi shed some light on his new predicament; he hadn't worked fast enough, and now part of the spirit transferred into the rest of his body. He theorized that the spirit would go away if he cut himself. Maxmillion nodded vigorously, soaking his silver hair with the blood that was coursing down his face. He drew his knees towards his chest and hugged himself a bit, just for the hell of it, and began cutting his left arm. When that didn't work, he began panicking again, and pushed the paring knife deeper into the soft, pale flesh. The muscle trauma caused the grip on his eye to weaken. He worked feverishly under the dictation of the cartoon Yami no Usagi, who encouraged his work and, indeed, even gave suggestions. Maximillion quietly damned the rabbit to eternal torment while working on his arm. Yami no Usagi heard him and seemed to get pissed off. The rabbit told him to begin on his wrists in a rather harsh voice. Maximillion quietly obeyed. However, his new work was cut off with the opening of the door. His father stared at him in disgust and horror. Maximillion stared back, transfixed temporarily. This loss of focus caused his grip on his removed eye to weaken further, and the eye to drop from his left hand and roll onto the bedspread. The cartoonish demon in the doorway didn't move. Maximillion wondered if he was truly there. Finding that he no longer cared, he went back to his arm. About ten minutes later, a few people came and wrestled him onto a stretcher. He protested of course; they hurt him quite a bit, and besides, they were scaring him again. NOW he could feel, and it hurt. "It hurt", The understatement of the century. Maximillion now snorted at that. At least he hadn't lost his sense of humor.
So they sent him to the hospital, he was constantly bound to the bed, and a week later, they sent him here. Who cares? All in the past. Even as he told himself that, he knew he was lying. He cared. And the past affects the future. He finished up his flashbacks with a small dose of laughter at the phrase, "those were the days", and a sigh. A guard came into the cell for the plate and also, it was found, to give Maximillion a message.
He had a visitor.