This is my newest short story and it's kind of the third tale in a series
the first being May Alone - Ways to end it all and the second one My
Perfect Best Friend (Trudy/Amber). Anyways if you happen to read this
please R&R.
ZOOT – WINDOWS TO YOUR SOUL/I AM NOT A GOD Someone once said to me that a persons eyes are the window to their souls, so I changed my eyes because I didn't want anyone no matter who they were or how close they got to even glimpse what I keep hidden inside of me. In this new world only the strongest of those who remain will survive, those who show their weaknesses will be trampled, crushed and killed. Fear is how I rule this city, I pray upon others flaws, exploit their weaknesses; use their skills to my advantage. No one guesses the feelings I keep lock away, hidden inside, no one at all except maybe my brother, Bray. Bray and his precious Mall Rats who will undoubtedly survive, who represent everything that is just and good and true. Bray who was always better than me at everything, Bray who everybody loved more than they did me, my parents and even Trudy, especially Trudy. Trudy is so innocent, pure and beautiful, Trudy only wants Bray, Trudy who I took advantage of, who I tried to make love me and didn't succeed. She prefers to live in fear and hide away rather than become my queen rather than rule with me and live in relative comfort. She would travel to the ends of the earth to be with Bray but never ever, not in a million years for me. I only wish she was willing to get to know the real me but she never even wanted too. I could lock her away in the dark like I have Ebony until I had broken her but still she wouldn't want me, doesn't want to be with me, even though she is carrying my unborn child she cannot see that we should be together. Instead Bray will be a father to the baby I will probably never see. I would willingly give up everything I have created, my empire in the ruins of the city, my tribe; all of the power and all of the chaos but it wouldn't change a single thing. It is hard to be a leader, to recognise who likes you for being you. Spike, maybe, once I would have considered him my friend. Ebony, whose just power crazy and Jaffa, a lunatic who believes that I'm the messiah, a god, which scares me more than a little. I am not a god! I am just another kid among the many struggling to survive. Driving round in a police car is just for fun, it's exciting, exhilarating, burning the books that's symbolic destroying our parents mistakes, the superstructure, putting the past behind us. From now on we make our own rules our own history. Fighting is necessary, we need to fight in order to eat and have someplace dry to sleep. None of these things makes me a god, I never asked for any of this.
the first being May Alone - Ways to end it all and the second one My
Perfect Best Friend (Trudy/Amber). Anyways if you happen to read this
please R&R.
ZOOT – WINDOWS TO YOUR SOUL/I AM NOT A GOD Someone once said to me that a persons eyes are the window to their souls, so I changed my eyes because I didn't want anyone no matter who they were or how close they got to even glimpse what I keep hidden inside of me. In this new world only the strongest of those who remain will survive, those who show their weaknesses will be trampled, crushed and killed. Fear is how I rule this city, I pray upon others flaws, exploit their weaknesses; use their skills to my advantage. No one guesses the feelings I keep lock away, hidden inside, no one at all except maybe my brother, Bray. Bray and his precious Mall Rats who will undoubtedly survive, who represent everything that is just and good and true. Bray who was always better than me at everything, Bray who everybody loved more than they did me, my parents and even Trudy, especially Trudy. Trudy is so innocent, pure and beautiful, Trudy only wants Bray, Trudy who I took advantage of, who I tried to make love me and didn't succeed. She prefers to live in fear and hide away rather than become my queen rather than rule with me and live in relative comfort. She would travel to the ends of the earth to be with Bray but never ever, not in a million years for me. I only wish she was willing to get to know the real me but she never even wanted too. I could lock her away in the dark like I have Ebony until I had broken her but still she wouldn't want me, doesn't want to be with me, even though she is carrying my unborn child she cannot see that we should be together. Instead Bray will be a father to the baby I will probably never see. I would willingly give up everything I have created, my empire in the ruins of the city, my tribe; all of the power and all of the chaos but it wouldn't change a single thing. It is hard to be a leader, to recognise who likes you for being you. Spike, maybe, once I would have considered him my friend. Ebony, whose just power crazy and Jaffa, a lunatic who believes that I'm the messiah, a god, which scares me more than a little. I am not a god! I am just another kid among the many struggling to survive. Driving round in a police car is just for fun, it's exciting, exhilarating, burning the books that's symbolic destroying our parents mistakes, the superstructure, putting the past behind us. From now on we make our own rules our own history. Fighting is necessary, we need to fight in order to eat and have someplace dry to sleep. None of these things makes me a god, I never asked for any of this.