Shadow Knight
Alone
Scars of Shame
Disclaimer: Take a guess on what I'm going to say.
I hope you liked the last chapter. Did anyone figure out who the old man was???? Review if you think you know! And tell me if you like it in first person or if I should change it please! ^_^ Enjoy.
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"….wake up…"
The soft whispering tickled my ear as I shuddered in my sleep. Or what used to be left of it. I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to block out the sickly sweet voice. Yet, as the voice became more amplified, I knew that I could elude it no longer. Letting my eyelids part in silent agony, I felt light pour like liquid fire into my eyes, burning them with a bright florescent radiance. I wanted to scream, but only an indignant snort sounded from my nostrils as my face hardened into a cold façade.
Pushing myself up with my pale arms, I forced my sleepy body into a proper sitting position and let my eyes adjust to the profane sunlight that threatened to blind me. Automatically, without needing guidance, my hand swiftly slapped the offending voice of the alarm off. As the liquid in my eyes glazed over my vision, the room around me came into sharp focus. I found myself staring at the wooden floor, each stilted fiber of wood pulling at me with an intense stare. Spacing out was once one of my favorite things to do during the day. Now, it scared me.
Sometimes, when I really became entranced, I could hear voices inside my head, calling out to me with whimpering and scared voices, pleading to me. Now, whenever I dream, I can see them. Just closing my eyes for a moment, I can see them. I can see their faces.
I've been having the same dream for weeks now, each more vivid than the next. And honestly, I'm really getting freaked out about it. It's the same every night, the same dark land, the same bitter whispering that grows around me like a howling wind. I can hear the whispers sometimes. Each one talking….about me.
"Maybe she doesn't like people…"…. "She's such bitch…"…… "Why does she push everyone away?"……. "Doesn't she know we love her?"……. "Doesn't she care about us?"…….. "Does she even care about me?"……. "She wouldn't care if we all died…."
Each voice would seem to scream at me, every one dripping with hatred and pain. I clutch my head as it becomes too intense. I know they're coming right behind me, reaching out to take me. But, I can't help it. The voices send me to my knees, each one pounding inside my brain, ripping at my soul with clawed fingers.
Even as they approach I don't move. I can't. Yet, I'm shaken out of my frozen stature as they wrap their cold fingers around arms, my legs, my neck. I know that I can't escape once they grab me, but I still struggle.
Dragging me, the voices continue to rip about me, pulling and thrashing me about like an artic wind. I know that screams are coming out in screeches from my open mouth, but as I listen, I can only hear the voices, shrieking back at me with an even greater intensity. As I feel tears burn their way down my cheeks in stinging rivulets, I look up and stare with a cry at the people who drag me. I nearly regret it as I see their faces.
One, standing at my left thigh gazes at me with stagnant indifference, the pale face unrecognizable, but something about those eyes brings me to a halt in my shrieks. I stare at the figure with hard eyes. I know I've seen those eyes before. Suddenly as it slowly dawns on me, the eyes suddenly close and two new pair of eyes stare at me, once again with a still silence. I find my mind reeling at the sight. Yet, that will not last long since they've stopped. We've reached the pool.
Actually, I never really know if it's really water, but it certainly feels like it as it seeps into my skin. They suddenly start a steady descent into the pool of water. I try my best to struggle, but their fingers, wrapped around my arms and legs are like steel clamps, forcing me still. As the surface of the pool touches my back, my breath escapes me and I lay, shocked from its probing feel. And slowly, to my utter dismay, they drag me in with them, pulling me into the dark depths of the water. The dark liquid creeps over my face, filling my mouth and nose with the stagnant stream of fluid. Soon, only my eyes appear above the edge. Yet, that is not to be so long as I feel the liquid grasp at the rest of my face and pull me into its depths.
And then….I wake up.
Every night, it seems, I'll be coated in a new layer of cold, clammy sweat, my heart pounding in my chest, each boom thundering in my chest like a drum. Now, as I feel myself coming back to focus from the floor, I wonder, "How have I become so lost?" I never really expect an answer to my simple mind questions, but still….I try to look back into my past and it seems…almost….blank. I know that I have memories of the past, but….I'm blocking them out. It's almost like I don't want to remember.
Suddenly I hear a slight whistle in the air, shaking me from my quiet reverie. Slipping my thin limbs to the floor, I feel the cold, smooth texture of the perfectly formed floor nipping at my feet. On first impulse, I would probably jump, but I've gotten used to it. Walking to my closet, I pause for a second and stare to my right. There, hair bedraggled and shoddy, stares a duplicate of me in the steel framed mirror beside me.
I feel an abrupt impulse and walk over to the mirror. Stopping, I reach out a hesitant hand and touch the mirror. It's cold, lifeless aura seeps into my finger tips, causing me to pause. Yet, as I look into the mirror I feel as if I'm almost seeing something…something of my past.
#BRING#
I jump as I hear the phone ring. Walking swiftly across my small apartment floor, I snatch the phone in my hand and plaster it to the side of my head, angry at myself for getting so jumpy over something so simple.
"Hello?" I ask politely as I can into the mouthpiece. I listen for a few minutes and then hear a slight whistle in the earphone. Then, as abruptly as it came, I hear the cleaving click of the phone being shut off on the other end. Placing the phone into its cradle, I stop for a moment and stare at my feet.
Whipping my head up suddenly, I walk to my closet in search of a decent pair of jeans and a nice blouse. I know that the call wasn't just a prank phone call, it's my job call. Odd as it sounds, it is truly my job call. My employers do that every morning to help me get up. How nice.
When I first heard it, I thought it was some punk kid calling me to annoy me. That thought soon ended when I threatened the caller and later received a call from a very pissed man shouting loudly and hotly into my ear. I guess I forgot that part of the job description.
Pulling on a pair of jeans, I pulled a green blouse over my head, ruffling my hair once more. Looking back to my mirror again, I looked over my attire to see if my clothing was appropriate. I didn't want to be too conspicuous, but I didn't want to make that factor obvious either. The only thing that really stuck out was my two-toned hair, but I always had a solution to that. Grabbing a simple black baseball cap, I fitted the white strands of my hair smoothly into the cap, letting only my brown hair fall out around me.
Looking once more over my tiny apartment, I let my eyes wander around the room with pride. I knew that it wasn't much, but it was my room, my responsibility. I knew it might have sounded silly to anyone else, but…it just felt right to have something like this. Something that I didn't have to depend on someone else helping me to keep it up. Something that was truly mine.
My wandering eyes suddenly landed on a white envelope. Walking over, I flipped idly through my mail. I had picked it up from yesterday, but was too tired to look through it. A sudden red print caught my eye. There, in bold letters, were the words, "RENT DUE." I sighed lightly and shoveled around in my pocket until I found some bills. Grabbing my coat, my purse and money in hand, I snatched up my key from my coffee table and walked out the door. I'd have to think about bills later.
I looked at my watch and my eyes widened. I may have a place to live to call my own, but I certainly didn't have enough money yet for a car. Running at nearly Mach 1, I sped down the corner and ran to the bus stop. My eyes widened when I saw that the bus hadn't been nice enough to wait for me.
I ran harder, my lungs nearly bursting from my chest. My feet pounded along the sidewalk, pushing me forward. I was almost there! I reached out a hand to the bar, trying to jump on the back of the bus. Yet, it seemed as if my attempts were all in vain as the bus seemed to elude my grasp and drive on.
My feet slowed to a stop as my eyes grew grim as did the increasing frown of displeasure on my face. Now how was I going to get to work? I started to concentrate, trying to think of some way to get to the bus when unexpectedly I felt a jolt run through me, sending my body into a still halt.
Suddenly, I felt something well up inside my body, sending tingles down my spine. I nearly fell as I sensed a spark light behind my eyes, igniting something I had never experienced before. Something that was strange and alien, yet at the same time enjoyable and familiar.
Then, without warning, I felt my body nearly ignite like a flame. My heart began beating faster, my mind spinning thoughts into a blur, I wanted to scream from the exhilaration. A shiver ran through my body like a spark. I knew this feeling….I had felt it somewhere before…Or was it someone?….
I was shaken out of my daydream when I suddenly felt a burst of speed ignite my step and sooner then I knew it, I was running like a star athlete, my heart pounding with excitement and a certain ecstasy running through me, propelling me forward.
Suddenly, I felt my hand enclose around cold metal. Looking up, I saw that I had reached the bus handle. Looking downward at my feet, they seemed to be like a silver blur, making my eyes widen. That only happened in cartoons….right?
Amazed, I managed to pull myself up onto the bumper and sit on the back. Looking at my feet, lazily swinging as the bus turned, I stared in wonder. How…how had I done that? I knew was pretty fast, but I still shouldn't have been able to run that fast. No,…never that fast. And yet, this speed seemed like a familiar friend to me.
It almost seemed as if I had ran that fast before. Like I had felt the exhilaration and delight of that feeling before. It was strange, but I almost felt as if I had forgotten something…Something that was part of my memory. Yet, whenever I tried to recall the memories, they seemed to wink out like a distant bird. I tried to catch them, but I never could. Almost like…..
The bus suddenly jerked to a stop, nearly sending me tumbling from my back seat. I looked up and saw the familiar sign of "Jackson Street" run across my vision and I knew that this was where my drop off was. Jumping as quietly as I could off the back, I crossed the traffic. Getting through traffic was the easy part, getting past the bus driver without him noticing was the hard part.
Crossing onto the sidewalk as nonchalantly as I could, I walked along the street. I began to sweat as the bus driver eyed me with annoyance and knowledge of my free ride on the back. Yet, as he shut the door, I knew that he wouldn't let me get off that easy next time he saw me. I wanted to turn around and stick out my tongue at him for his rudeness, but before I could, the bus left in a swirling cloud of black exhaust.
Sighing lightly at my lost chance to annoy the man further, I began striding down the sidewalk. I was surprised to find myself still wondering about my little speed trip, when I suddenly found myself facing the front entrance stairs of a building. Looking up, I plastered a fake smile on my face.
I don't remember where, but once there was a girl that I knew who was an expert at smiling, or at least that what everyone thought that's what those pretty little smiles were. But no, I saw past those little pearly white smiles of hers. I could see the hate and bitterness in her eyes when she smiled at some. I can't remember her name, but I remember she had bright red hair. At least she taught me something valuable.
I learned never to show my feelings, but to rather fortify my wall, holding my feelings. Stretching my smile in a friendly manner, I smiled cordially at the man waiting at the top of the steps. Here's the workplace. Walking up the stairs, I stepped up to the man standing before the main entrance. "Hi Tom," I said as I flashed my security card up at him.
He smiled at me and waved as he opened the door's lock for me. Flashing him a sickly sweet grin of my own at him, I walked inside the dark building. As soon as the door slammed shut behind me, I flinched a bit. I nearly got angry at myself for getting caught off guard again, but I didn't have time for it. Putting on my hard, business like face again, my steps became heavier and constricted as I walked further down the corridors.
Taking a right turn down the hall, I once again pulled out my security card and ran it through a key check. With the blip of a green bubble, I twisted the handle and pulled the door open. Most people didn't see this part of the company. They don't get this deep into the corridors of the building. Most of the employees think that the company A.E.R.O. is just your everyday job. A job like every other honest, hard-working worker has.
They don't see the dark parts that threaten to snare the innocent person. They don't see the lies and deceit that litters the building like a rancid smell. But I know the deeper parts of the corporation. I know the secrets they hide and don't want revealed to the public that would immediately close them down if they knew. No, they try to keep it all a secret. Want to know why I know so much about these dark secrets? That's simple. It's because I'm one of them.
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I know, I know. That was kinda short, eh? But I can't help it! Writer's block I think. Oh dear. -_-* Anywho, I hope you like the chapter. I'm trying to make it more complex and develop the plot. I've got an idea in mind, but reviews are always welcome. And no, Rogue does not have amnesia! Okay, maybe a little….-_- Just…selective amnesia for my own purposes though! And incase you didn't find out that this was Rogue,…well, now I'm telling you. And no, I don't plan on cutting out all of the rest of the Brotherhood, X-Men and people back in Bayville out…No, they're all part of the plot! *Evil Crackling* #Ahem#, any ways, I hope you will review! Ciao! ^_~
P.S. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! ^_^ I think that's enough….
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Alone
Scars of Shame
Disclaimer: Take a guess on what I'm going to say.
I hope you liked the last chapter. Did anyone figure out who the old man was???? Review if you think you know! And tell me if you like it in first person or if I should change it please! ^_^ Enjoy.
~
"….wake up…"
The soft whispering tickled my ear as I shuddered in my sleep. Or what used to be left of it. I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to block out the sickly sweet voice. Yet, as the voice became more amplified, I knew that I could elude it no longer. Letting my eyelids part in silent agony, I felt light pour like liquid fire into my eyes, burning them with a bright florescent radiance. I wanted to scream, but only an indignant snort sounded from my nostrils as my face hardened into a cold façade.
Pushing myself up with my pale arms, I forced my sleepy body into a proper sitting position and let my eyes adjust to the profane sunlight that threatened to blind me. Automatically, without needing guidance, my hand swiftly slapped the offending voice of the alarm off. As the liquid in my eyes glazed over my vision, the room around me came into sharp focus. I found myself staring at the wooden floor, each stilted fiber of wood pulling at me with an intense stare. Spacing out was once one of my favorite things to do during the day. Now, it scared me.
Sometimes, when I really became entranced, I could hear voices inside my head, calling out to me with whimpering and scared voices, pleading to me. Now, whenever I dream, I can see them. Just closing my eyes for a moment, I can see them. I can see their faces.
I've been having the same dream for weeks now, each more vivid than the next. And honestly, I'm really getting freaked out about it. It's the same every night, the same dark land, the same bitter whispering that grows around me like a howling wind. I can hear the whispers sometimes. Each one talking….about me.
"Maybe she doesn't like people…"…. "She's such bitch…"…… "Why does she push everyone away?"……. "Doesn't she know we love her?"……. "Doesn't she care about us?"…….. "Does she even care about me?"……. "She wouldn't care if we all died…."
Each voice would seem to scream at me, every one dripping with hatred and pain. I clutch my head as it becomes too intense. I know they're coming right behind me, reaching out to take me. But, I can't help it. The voices send me to my knees, each one pounding inside my brain, ripping at my soul with clawed fingers.
Even as they approach I don't move. I can't. Yet, I'm shaken out of my frozen stature as they wrap their cold fingers around arms, my legs, my neck. I know that I can't escape once they grab me, but I still struggle.
Dragging me, the voices continue to rip about me, pulling and thrashing me about like an artic wind. I know that screams are coming out in screeches from my open mouth, but as I listen, I can only hear the voices, shrieking back at me with an even greater intensity. As I feel tears burn their way down my cheeks in stinging rivulets, I look up and stare with a cry at the people who drag me. I nearly regret it as I see their faces.
One, standing at my left thigh gazes at me with stagnant indifference, the pale face unrecognizable, but something about those eyes brings me to a halt in my shrieks. I stare at the figure with hard eyes. I know I've seen those eyes before. Suddenly as it slowly dawns on me, the eyes suddenly close and two new pair of eyes stare at me, once again with a still silence. I find my mind reeling at the sight. Yet, that will not last long since they've stopped. We've reached the pool.
Actually, I never really know if it's really water, but it certainly feels like it as it seeps into my skin. They suddenly start a steady descent into the pool of water. I try my best to struggle, but their fingers, wrapped around my arms and legs are like steel clamps, forcing me still. As the surface of the pool touches my back, my breath escapes me and I lay, shocked from its probing feel. And slowly, to my utter dismay, they drag me in with them, pulling me into the dark depths of the water. The dark liquid creeps over my face, filling my mouth and nose with the stagnant stream of fluid. Soon, only my eyes appear above the edge. Yet, that is not to be so long as I feel the liquid grasp at the rest of my face and pull me into its depths.
And then….I wake up.
Every night, it seems, I'll be coated in a new layer of cold, clammy sweat, my heart pounding in my chest, each boom thundering in my chest like a drum. Now, as I feel myself coming back to focus from the floor, I wonder, "How have I become so lost?" I never really expect an answer to my simple mind questions, but still….I try to look back into my past and it seems…almost….blank. I know that I have memories of the past, but….I'm blocking them out. It's almost like I don't want to remember.
Suddenly I hear a slight whistle in the air, shaking me from my quiet reverie. Slipping my thin limbs to the floor, I feel the cold, smooth texture of the perfectly formed floor nipping at my feet. On first impulse, I would probably jump, but I've gotten used to it. Walking to my closet, I pause for a second and stare to my right. There, hair bedraggled and shoddy, stares a duplicate of me in the steel framed mirror beside me.
I feel an abrupt impulse and walk over to the mirror. Stopping, I reach out a hesitant hand and touch the mirror. It's cold, lifeless aura seeps into my finger tips, causing me to pause. Yet, as I look into the mirror I feel as if I'm almost seeing something…something of my past.
#BRING#
I jump as I hear the phone ring. Walking swiftly across my small apartment floor, I snatch the phone in my hand and plaster it to the side of my head, angry at myself for getting so jumpy over something so simple.
"Hello?" I ask politely as I can into the mouthpiece. I listen for a few minutes and then hear a slight whistle in the earphone. Then, as abruptly as it came, I hear the cleaving click of the phone being shut off on the other end. Placing the phone into its cradle, I stop for a moment and stare at my feet.
Whipping my head up suddenly, I walk to my closet in search of a decent pair of jeans and a nice blouse. I know that the call wasn't just a prank phone call, it's my job call. Odd as it sounds, it is truly my job call. My employers do that every morning to help me get up. How nice.
When I first heard it, I thought it was some punk kid calling me to annoy me. That thought soon ended when I threatened the caller and later received a call from a very pissed man shouting loudly and hotly into my ear. I guess I forgot that part of the job description.
Pulling on a pair of jeans, I pulled a green blouse over my head, ruffling my hair once more. Looking back to my mirror again, I looked over my attire to see if my clothing was appropriate. I didn't want to be too conspicuous, but I didn't want to make that factor obvious either. The only thing that really stuck out was my two-toned hair, but I always had a solution to that. Grabbing a simple black baseball cap, I fitted the white strands of my hair smoothly into the cap, letting only my brown hair fall out around me.
Looking once more over my tiny apartment, I let my eyes wander around the room with pride. I knew that it wasn't much, but it was my room, my responsibility. I knew it might have sounded silly to anyone else, but…it just felt right to have something like this. Something that I didn't have to depend on someone else helping me to keep it up. Something that was truly mine.
My wandering eyes suddenly landed on a white envelope. Walking over, I flipped idly through my mail. I had picked it up from yesterday, but was too tired to look through it. A sudden red print caught my eye. There, in bold letters, were the words, "RENT DUE." I sighed lightly and shoveled around in my pocket until I found some bills. Grabbing my coat, my purse and money in hand, I snatched up my key from my coffee table and walked out the door. I'd have to think about bills later.
I looked at my watch and my eyes widened. I may have a place to live to call my own, but I certainly didn't have enough money yet for a car. Running at nearly Mach 1, I sped down the corner and ran to the bus stop. My eyes widened when I saw that the bus hadn't been nice enough to wait for me.
I ran harder, my lungs nearly bursting from my chest. My feet pounded along the sidewalk, pushing me forward. I was almost there! I reached out a hand to the bar, trying to jump on the back of the bus. Yet, it seemed as if my attempts were all in vain as the bus seemed to elude my grasp and drive on.
My feet slowed to a stop as my eyes grew grim as did the increasing frown of displeasure on my face. Now how was I going to get to work? I started to concentrate, trying to think of some way to get to the bus when unexpectedly I felt a jolt run through me, sending my body into a still halt.
Suddenly, I felt something well up inside my body, sending tingles down my spine. I nearly fell as I sensed a spark light behind my eyes, igniting something I had never experienced before. Something that was strange and alien, yet at the same time enjoyable and familiar.
Then, without warning, I felt my body nearly ignite like a flame. My heart began beating faster, my mind spinning thoughts into a blur, I wanted to scream from the exhilaration. A shiver ran through my body like a spark. I knew this feeling….I had felt it somewhere before…Or was it someone?….
I was shaken out of my daydream when I suddenly felt a burst of speed ignite my step and sooner then I knew it, I was running like a star athlete, my heart pounding with excitement and a certain ecstasy running through me, propelling me forward.
Suddenly, I felt my hand enclose around cold metal. Looking up, I saw that I had reached the bus handle. Looking downward at my feet, they seemed to be like a silver blur, making my eyes widen. That only happened in cartoons….right?
Amazed, I managed to pull myself up onto the bumper and sit on the back. Looking at my feet, lazily swinging as the bus turned, I stared in wonder. How…how had I done that? I knew was pretty fast, but I still shouldn't have been able to run that fast. No,…never that fast. And yet, this speed seemed like a familiar friend to me.
It almost seemed as if I had ran that fast before. Like I had felt the exhilaration and delight of that feeling before. It was strange, but I almost felt as if I had forgotten something…Something that was part of my memory. Yet, whenever I tried to recall the memories, they seemed to wink out like a distant bird. I tried to catch them, but I never could. Almost like…..
The bus suddenly jerked to a stop, nearly sending me tumbling from my back seat. I looked up and saw the familiar sign of "Jackson Street" run across my vision and I knew that this was where my drop off was. Jumping as quietly as I could off the back, I crossed the traffic. Getting through traffic was the easy part, getting past the bus driver without him noticing was the hard part.
Crossing onto the sidewalk as nonchalantly as I could, I walked along the street. I began to sweat as the bus driver eyed me with annoyance and knowledge of my free ride on the back. Yet, as he shut the door, I knew that he wouldn't let me get off that easy next time he saw me. I wanted to turn around and stick out my tongue at him for his rudeness, but before I could, the bus left in a swirling cloud of black exhaust.
Sighing lightly at my lost chance to annoy the man further, I began striding down the sidewalk. I was surprised to find myself still wondering about my little speed trip, when I suddenly found myself facing the front entrance stairs of a building. Looking up, I plastered a fake smile on my face.
I don't remember where, but once there was a girl that I knew who was an expert at smiling, or at least that what everyone thought that's what those pretty little smiles were. But no, I saw past those little pearly white smiles of hers. I could see the hate and bitterness in her eyes when she smiled at some. I can't remember her name, but I remember she had bright red hair. At least she taught me something valuable.
I learned never to show my feelings, but to rather fortify my wall, holding my feelings. Stretching my smile in a friendly manner, I smiled cordially at the man waiting at the top of the steps. Here's the workplace. Walking up the stairs, I stepped up to the man standing before the main entrance. "Hi Tom," I said as I flashed my security card up at him.
He smiled at me and waved as he opened the door's lock for me. Flashing him a sickly sweet grin of my own at him, I walked inside the dark building. As soon as the door slammed shut behind me, I flinched a bit. I nearly got angry at myself for getting caught off guard again, but I didn't have time for it. Putting on my hard, business like face again, my steps became heavier and constricted as I walked further down the corridors.
Taking a right turn down the hall, I once again pulled out my security card and ran it through a key check. With the blip of a green bubble, I twisted the handle and pulled the door open. Most people didn't see this part of the company. They don't get this deep into the corridors of the building. Most of the employees think that the company A.E.R.O. is just your everyday job. A job like every other honest, hard-working worker has.
They don't see the dark parts that threaten to snare the innocent person. They don't see the lies and deceit that litters the building like a rancid smell. But I know the deeper parts of the corporation. I know the secrets they hide and don't want revealed to the public that would immediately close them down if they knew. No, they try to keep it all a secret. Want to know why I know so much about these dark secrets? That's simple. It's because I'm one of them.
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I know, I know. That was kinda short, eh? But I can't help it! Writer's block I think. Oh dear. -_-* Anywho, I hope you like the chapter. I'm trying to make it more complex and develop the plot. I've got an idea in mind, but reviews are always welcome. And no, Rogue does not have amnesia! Okay, maybe a little….-_- Just…selective amnesia for my own purposes though! And incase you didn't find out that this was Rogue,…well, now I'm telling you. And no, I don't plan on cutting out all of the rest of the Brotherhood, X-Men and people back in Bayville out…No, they're all part of the plot! *Evil Crackling* #Ahem#, any ways, I hope you will review! Ciao! ^_~
P.S. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! ^_^ I think that's enough….
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