DISCLAIMER: **Gets down on knees** DON'T SUE ME PLEASE!!!! I'm just an honest hard-working soul with nothing to give but my story written about characters I don't even own!!!! But, I do own two things in this fic. Me, and my character who has a name, but it's a secret at the moment.
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small Author's note:
To save confusion later on, anything in italics are my direct thoughts
when interacting with my character.
~…...~ Those are my character's thoughts. Just thought I should clarify that.
My thoughts and communication.
~ Character communication. ~
"Dialogue." (just normal..)
Anything else is (unless otherwise specified) first person perspective of my
character. ^_^
Voices (In One's Head) by `InSaNe`/Schizophrenic Eggplant
Part 1. Chapter 3: Out of Touch..."Fifteen.... thousand!!"
I unclip the footholds and slip out of them and descend slowly, touching one foot onto the red tiled floor, followed by the other, stretching all the way. Half-way through my warm up, and I'm starting to feel really energised. I'll find out just how much after I've done my 30,000 push-ups. I lay on my stomach, embracing the semi-warm tiles like a jellyfish, before easing myself up so all that's supporting me are my toes and index fingers. I push upwards so my arms are not quite locked, and then lower myself back down, slow and controlled.
"One... two...... three...... four.... five.........
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"I'm.... YOU?" I refrained from making my expression of outrage subtle. "No way!! I can't be you!"
"No point denying it... you aren't me as a whole, just a part of me. All my thoughts of genocide, interesting and unique methods of violence, slow and painful death, QUICK and painful death, extreme arrogance, torture, fighting with no limits attached... all of that is now you."
"If you make yourself out to be so powerful as to carry out something such as..This," Gesturing at myself to get the point across, "then why can't you do all those things under your OWN steam?" Silence.
It seemed like I had struck a nerve. Not that I really cared. She bared her teeth again, but this time in a sneer, her eyes darkened under eyebrows which had transgressed into a frown. Agitation created a rough edge on her voice.
"If I HAD that opportunity, I wouldn't be here giving it to you! If I could simply walk around, spilling the blood of any imbecile who looked at me funny, don't you think I would?!?!! Or even better, hover above a proud city of concrete and steel, and blast it into a crater, incinerating its inhabitants instantly!" she caught her breath, then murmured reflectively... "If only I could... but there are so many.. Rules.." Saying the last word as if she had eaten something undesirable..."in SoCIeTY.." she practically SPAT that word out, "which prevent me from carrying out these enjoyable and satisfying acts."
"Rules..? What are rules?" Being a sole deity with no-one in charge of me, and no-one to answer to, I had no idea of the meaning of this word.
Instead of explaining with words, the woman got into my head again, and explained it using pictures, which she erased soon afterwards at my instruction. These images were sickening, horrifying in fact, and that it came from the woman's experience alone made me feel... well, it wasn't pity, it was like I was becoming more keen to be a part of what she had in store, and I found myself beginning to accept that my mind going to be shared with her. These "rules" held her back from acting on her instincts, and nothing and no-one should take that away from anybody. That's the generalisation of it, I won't go into heavy, or even light detail. As strong as I am, I physically shuddered while the visions were playing in my mind, the limitations she (and I in an observers point of view) was restricted by were tremendous, and would be counted as a fear if I knew what that was (don't worry, I find out soon enough).
I
also chuckled to myself as I found out a little more about this mysterious
woman. Her power only lay within her
mind, if she could kill with a thought, her planet would be barren. Physically, compared to my strength, even
before I was transformed into this warrior, she is nothing, her race is
laughable. She cannot use her mind to
lift even a feather, she explained.. it's the Rules of Nature.. also that one
can't fly because of the Rules of Gravity.
Her power lay only in manifestation of imagery in her minds eye and
believing rock-solid that it was more real than her "reality", and
succeeding. I shook my head in
disbelief. No wonder she didn't create
me as a copy of herself. As if on cue,
a sliver of curiosity creeps out of the corners of my sinister thoughts. I swished my tail behind me, curling it and
uncurling it around my waist, as if it's origins were at the forefront of my
mind, which they were.
"They're a powerful race you know" she declared, obviously taking the hint. I had to agree, because it was no lie, and because I was now one, I could feel the pride course through me as if it were an ingredient in the blood. She continued..
"I have done extensive research and found there is no better race to use as a vessel to channel my anger and hate through, to stretch the power of what my mind is capable of, to.. to.. no. Now is NOT the time."
"Time for what? Come on, out with it!" I wanted to know the reason why she drifted off like that. There had to be something else.
"I.. I can't say... maybe later." Waiting WAS one of my skills in the past.. but patience wasn't included in my 'package'. I wanted to know more... how she knew about this race from one single planet of the multitude she could have picked from.... that planet.. with it's high towers in the area populated with that other race... and the dry arid deserts, where they resided.
~ Planet Plant, ~ I thought..
Planet Vegeta.. her first word echoed mine in stereo, overlapping in my mind... the second was different.. were we thinking of the same planet after all? She shook her head sorrowfully.
"You HAVE been out of touch, haven't you?"