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Alrighty. I'm on hiatus due to moving, but I typed this up a bit ago and decided to post it as an apology. Slave's next chapter is planned out, but I got like half the reviews I did before, so... grr. Oh well. I'll type it up ASAP.
See if you can tell who this is about. Hint: it's not me. -wink-
-.-
One foot after another. That's it. Keep going. Don't listen to your heart. It's not really beating that fast. It's lying to you. Everything is.
The world's going black...
No, it's not. That's a lie too. It's them again. They want you to think you're dying. But you're not. Listen to me. One foot, then the next. You're strong. You know you are.
Where is she?
Who? There's no one here. There never was. You were always alone. You're meant to be alone. Keep going.
But... there was a girl...
No. There never was a girl. You've been traveling on your own this whole time, you fool. Don't become delusional now. Listen to the sound of my voice. See the blade in your hand?
Yes...
It's the only thing you own. It's the only thing you know. It's the only thing that's preventing your world from going dark and your heart from stopping. You must use it, and use it well. Understand?
I... have to... kill?
Yes.
But... killing is wrong... she always said I must not hurt...
No. You can hurt. Killing is not wrong at all.
But murder...
This is not murder. This is life. Do you understand? Killing is life. If you do not kill, do not kill them all, you will die. They will kill you. They will take that blade and push it through your skin until you are bleeding and begging for mercy.
But why?
Because they hate you. They think you are killing them for fun. But you're not. You're killing them so you can stay alive. There is a difference.
And after they're dead? What then?
Just keep walking. You will know. I promise.
You... promise?
Oh yes. I promise. You'll never be alone now. That's what you want, isn't it? To have someone to talk to you and give you life?
I just want... to know... that I will be safe.
I want to be good.
You will be safe. I can take care of you. Better than any 'she' could. I promise you that as well. And you are being good. You see how your head is clearing and your feet are moving?
My head hurts. A lot. It's very foggy and it hurts.
Ignore that. It doesn't really. But do you see? Do you see how your feet are moving and your pain is going away? Do you feel it lifting away?
...Yes.
See? I am taking care of you, just as I promised. You are already feeling better. You are.
...Yes. I am.
There. Do you hear your heart beating? Do you hear it pounding slowly, steadily? It's in your ear. It's reassuring you. Your breath is slowing.
Yes. It is. I am calm.
Yes.
Now, do you see those people up ahead?
They look funny.
Yes.
They have funny weapons.
Are they here to hurt me?
Yes. Yes. They want to hurt you and push you and lie to you and kill you. They want to break you.
I will not let that happen.
No. You must not. You are better than them. Fight them.
You must
kill them.
-.-
So... who is it? (It's probably so obvious it's painful, but who cares?)
(Why did I write this again?)
-FL