Misgivings
A/N: This is a Landis centered fic!! I hope it to be only of five chapters!! It would do me a great pleasure if you reviewed your thoughts on this!!
WARNING: This chapter contains some necrophiliac issues within the first seventeen paras!! Please beware and do not flame me if you don't heed my warning!!
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I'm wrapped up with the darkness of daily life
I'm struggling with freedom
I can't peek at my face
Because of the bright dream I had with you
There is only one thing that
I can reflect in my dirty mirror
It is not a fake light
You're my light
-The Pillows 'One Life'
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Break: One Life
He twitched, body compromised into a rather unique position!! The darkness was calling for him, calling for the child he had named himself after!! His mother was calling for him!! Her dark cloak billowing into the dank musty breeze of a library!! Green eyes sparkling forth from the darkness of the hood!! It was the first time ever that he had seen his dear mother's eyes!!
They were beautiful!! Emerald gems of light in the depth of the darkness, the never-ending abyss as sweet smelling as a rose garden, Peculiar since his mother, his wonderfully dismissing mother, would more than likely smell of death instead!! With one pale hand, he brushed away the dark hood from the eyes and saw not his mother, but her!!
Her sandy blonde hair swept off her shoulders, the breeze carrying a tress here and there, into a small bun at the base of her neck. Her green eyes glowing with the mirth she had held in living life. They were sparkling, as they always had been fresh in Landis's memory. The woman's cheeks were the color of dipped blossoms, cheery and soft to behold in one's eyes.
"Zoe-i!!" A faithless breath was all it took a firmly placed hand onto her cheek as she allowed the warmth to welcome her dead skin, to welcome the corpse that she had become!! The face that he had at first seen turned into decaying flesh!! The feel of the grimy sludge against his hands caused the winghorder to cringe in thought, a sad smile threading upon her lips!!
Her brow rotting to nothing as the stench grew!! The stench of death, dying corpse exploiting the room around him to its enrapturing scent of darkness, to the scent of hopelessness!! Her hand, now bones and cartilage, raised itself to his hand, the one upon her face, taking its flesh and placed it upon his own face!! He was surprised to find that he still had his two eyes. He could see out of them both, one eye, a dark russet brown and the other a bright golden hazel brown.
She nodded silently, leaning forward, her rotting skin touching his baby-soft skin of his face!! Those eyes that still stayed within their sockets were drawing him into their hypnotism!! The magnet of her green-dew eyes drew him in, his face nuzzling her cheek before they both let their lips brush, then open into the dark cavernous of her decaying mouth!! A tongue, rough and course, hardened down by the lack of activity for being buried nearly for five years, made its way, snaking into his own dark chamber!!
The taste of death was extreme, grotesque and something that made him desire her even more, even if she was a rotting corpse hanging onto a wraith-like image!! Slime seemed to fill his touch; the soft gripping hands seeming as if they left their decaying, flaying flesh upon his skin as he let his experience and instinct uphold his reason and logic at bay!!
The stagnant air, decaying flesh aroused him, desiring this thing he held even more!! The illustrious flaying sake of skin and bones, rather slimy and dripping, was not the point of his arousal, of his lust for this being!! It was those eyes!! Those were the same eyes as one of the only women he had ever respected, albeit unwillingly, but he deeply had!!
The green dew eyes closed themselves underneath dripping eyelids, lips returning the soul-breaking kiss of his own!! The rough, dark, cat- like tongue brushing against his own, her breath rasping and moaning against the fact that this being with those hauntingly efficient green eyes was the living dead!! The pity it drew from the back of his mind screamed at him to be sensible as the feeling of lust and the wanting to satiate his lust became nearly unbearable!! It surrounded him!! The husky scent of a decomposing body should have been enough to warn him that this was nothing but a sick dream!!
But it wasn't!!
His roving hands found themselves touching the sins of the flesh, the sins of her flesh!! His mind was jumbled her couldn't think right at all!! What was wrong with him? He wanted the bag of flesh right in his arms, lying down with leg spread but......
He took a step back away from the corpse in his arms!! The wings on his back fully stretching to their height of seven feet, seeming to extend themselves further but didn't!! He felt his canines grow, the dark blood mixing in with the human blood he had tasted before!! The swishing of his spit swallowed down his throat as he stared at her!!
He began to feel the pitiful hatred he had for her, the pitiful respect, and the self-loathing he had for himself surface underneath his rather forbidden thoughts!! The zombie woman stared at him, the self-hatred increasing in his thoughts even more as he looked into those deep emerald eyes he used to stare at twenty four seven and couldn't help but feel regret creeping up along his spine along with the tremors his hate caused to him!!
He visibly shook!! Within the inky black darkness of the void surrounding him, he couldn't do anything!! He wouldn't be able to as he felt his skin crawl underneath, tearing, stripping away his mind till there was nothing but the animal he was inside!! The literal definition of a mind fuck applying pressure to his nearly broken mind, bringing it to the edge, consoling it there with his own emotions manipulating him into the beast as he watched the hauntingly disgusting corpse of the woman, the one that had those damned eyes!!!
Fur rippled, surging forward out of his pores, ripening more holes for even more hair, the excruciating pain being driven through him as he felt his palms be stuck through with five inch nails, the hammers pounding along with his breath, the void morphing around his shape, masking it, confusing even his awareness, the blank awareness he felt!!
It was mind bending to watch, crucifying to bear with the many screams and whiplashes that seemed to shoot out at his back through his chortling throat!! Tears rushing down his broken mind!! Insanity was taking its toll, laughing so horribly at him right then and there!! The putrid taste still in his mouth as the monster he knew he was surged forward, knocking the decaying zombie to the ground, raping her, raping her mind, raping the putrid disgusting decomposing body as he screamed and screamed in the abyss of the darkness for help from his insanity, from the beast inside of him!!
The only onlooker upon this rather bestial and sick act, smirked underneath a hood of black.
Oh, yes!! A literal mind fuck was good to have once in awhile!!
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He shot up at once, panting heavily!! The arid air surrounding his form in the darkness certainly didn't help him feel any better!! That dream was sick!! IT was overly sick and yet he knew he had enjoyed it all, secretly wanting to have the ability to mutilate anyone's body!! Growling in hatred, he looked at his arms, the skin bare for once and could only stare at the sickly pale skin that withstood in the light of the moon!!
He couldn't believe that he was that insane to dream even doing that!! Even worse was when he enjoyed the act of consummating with an inanimate being!! Shivers and shudders ran down his spine!! He, a harbinger, shivering from the most crude act he had ever known!! Taking a look over to the tavern, he sighed!! He had come up to the surface from the under ground and had stared at the lake, having fallen asleep in one of the trees, and now woke up, breathing heavily!! Cold sweat beaded down his brow as the hair that usually hid his sealed eye was plastered to his brow!! The black leathery wings on his back twitched even more as he felt himself stretch in the lone moonbeam!!
For once he could say he was truly frightened!! He had never gotten frightened fairly easily but this.........!!no, he didn't even want to think about it!! Settling upon his troubling thoughts, he turned to see Ayame down near Mamie's restaurant!! It was in the late of the night and she shouldn't be doing anything being up this late of night!! Taking a silent leathery glide down the tree, Landis landed on the ground, haggard and worn if one could see his face clearly, hoping, retaining for some sense of sanity that he wished he could retain!!
"Sid!!" That was not Ayame!! He had mistaken the feminine figure to be of his female respected shinobi. The voice was of a different woman's. He watched, definitely hoping this, if it did get as heinous as the repulsive dream before, was also a dream and not reality. He studied the shadowed being from the darkness the trees brought him. His wingspan outstretched allowing him to look like a demonic savage god. The black tint stretching his shadow, seeming to imitate and intimidate the woman.
"This better not be another damned dream!!" He yelled fiercely at the turned woman. He could hear her pause, then slowly her body moved so that her back was not shown to him. "Why are you here?" His dark tenor voice vibrating within his windpipe extracting the sounds he needed to ask questions even if in truth, standing there, he was really ready to shit his black pants in case he was dreaming and would do a definite heinous and evil thing to this woman. "Who ar-"
He stopped short. It was she. Her green eyes sparkling through the light of the moonbeams. Blonde hair fell upon her shoulders, a working kimono on her as she walked over to him. Small timid steps he could always remember. Those eyes were the only ones he could remember ever capturing him into their trap that twisted him to where he was fully under her control, under the spell that the green oculars called for.
"Sid........You need to go home......" The apparition intoned, melodiously much like a songbird ready to sing for the Priest Hikusaak. Those delightful green eyes stared deep into his soul, the sharp point of her glance escaping throughout his black miserable soul that his mother had birthed into the world. The very depth of his black essence slicked into the warming yet sharp eyes she beheld in his view.
"Home?" He questioned her. It had always been like that. He was hardly able to understand her and yet.........He knew she wouldn't answer him directly, rather she had made him try to figure everything about her and her people out, instead. The working kimono swayed in the winter night breeze, tracing the graceful arc of her tenacious words. The timorous mouth she beheld gently grew into a paralyzing smile, one that was hard to see and not be heart-broken.
"Yes. Sid, you need to go home." The melodious form seemed to pause in thought then glanced up towards the moon as if holding back tears that she could not shed in front of the winghorde. The dangerous morbidity shrank the leathery limbs towards his back, believing now she was of no danger to him. She never really was but even so, the woman in front of him encompassed many things he had forever wanted to keep locked.
"Why?" It was the simple question that everyone always asked when they given a mandate by a god or a superior. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. The old scar that sealed his one lid shut seemed to throb with pain from the memories that this one woman triggered. The woman in question simply laughed, a grin spreading across her face as if a good Irish jig song had just come on after listening for five minutes to a sad one.
"Oh, Sid......" A gentle and more than calming pause as she grinned much like a bobcat in the midnight stars. "You are still so full of question that make no sense." Licking her ghostly lips, a nervous habit she had picked up from her childhood, the ghost could only let her smile stay upon the sweet syrupy cheeks.
"You know you need to go. Don't become like them."
"........." He stood astonished at the femme. His dark brunette hair wavered in front of his face with the night breeze that bit at his flesh though in a way seemed to calm his heightened emotions down. She did not understand but as she had told him before on many occasions that she had a good idea of how Winghorde life was from his description of it even if it didn't get the pain of being who she was.
Taking the few feet that stood between them, she glided over to him. Her hands trickling themselves up from her side to his lingering hands. The flesh underneath her haunting fingers were resonating with the midnight cold as he wore nothing but his red sleeveless tunic and his black pants. He had an immunity to some of the cold, more to the degrees of fall weather but this night and nights that were coming were nothing but cold to him.
"You're cold." The woman's green eyes flashed upwards towards his lone crimson ocular, taking in the wondrous scarlet swirling in with the darkness of the pupil. Her timid lips seeming to pout at him as she raised his hands to her creamy soft face.
"No, I'm not." It was true that in fact he wasn't as cold as she truly was in body, but in spirit her ghost was warm as the long summer days back in the Two Rivers when he had helped her harvest. The warmth seemed to spread through him, a conscious deep thought willing him to take care and not do the many reckless things he was willing to do to die.
"Sid, go and sleep on a bed, a comfortable bed for once." She had known he was lying about being cold and in truth se was worried about him. From watching over him for many years, she had come to see him nearly drown himself, get pneumonia, dive through a battlefield to try to save lives that were not as good as his had been, fall off a few cliffs to only get saved, become mainly an evil kinevil, a daredevil against the odds pitted against him.
"I don't want to." He didn't want to leave this apparent phantom of the working woman. A brief smile crossed on display upon her lips then turned into a small pouting frown. His thumb caressed the phantom's cheek. He didn't want this moment to cease for he had in fact missed this for so many years.
"Please......." Her plea was not lost on him and if she wished him to be dead like her and go to the heavens he would gladly as much as he would take his own life before he wanted to injure this creature of the harvested souls the Reaper had taken.
"All right." His sandy brunette lockes shook up and down as he nodded to her. A sympathetic smile increased upon her fresh lips and with a last look to him, raising her hand to his face she kissed one of his own hands and dissipated into thin air, whispering to him as she left for his ears to alone catch.
"I will always be with you even in your darkest times, Sid."
He stood there for a few minutes even if it did seem like a few thousand days instead. His hand gracing the place where she had placed her fingers before leaving him there, standing as a blundering idiot. Sid couldn't help but blink away something at his eyes that stung. These few minutes of peace were broken easily as if a mirror had shattered against a wall upon his birth.
"Hey!! Who's out there?!" A deep voice called out from the emptiness of the dark area. Shaking his head to try to not look so pathetic, Sid whirled towards the distraction in malice. His increasingly wonderful tolerance for breaking his concentration went far as the distraction came into view holding a small lantern. The face behind it seemed to smile gently, hiding behind a smile to mask the fear that stank out of his pores and permeated every pore of his being.
"Landis? What are you doing out here so late?! Everyone's asleep around this time." Landis could only shake his dark lockes as they surrounded his eye. The crimson viewer seeming to glow much like a demon's as he spotted the visage of Lucia, one of the true rune holder's mothers. Her blonde hair seemed to sweep around her as a rather strong gust of wind swept forward. Lucia was one of the few who speculated that he was one of the many people who fought with her.
The woman seemed to patiently await an answer. Though only half a foot taller than the rune-bearer's mother, he intimidated her only slightly. She had never personally gotten anywhere near the bottom of the caverns or anywhere in North Window Castle when he had resided there. The petite woman seemed to snarl somewhat as he moved forward.
"Landis, if that is you, you better answer or else!!" She threatened his moving bulk as he came over to her. Her tanned hands easily finding the grooved handle of her leather whip. She was ready to let out the slashing leather sooner than he would have thought had he read the situation carefully. A sneer curled up on his lip allowing the pearly white of his canines to show through.
"Isn't it scary for such a little warrior like you to run around in the dark where the Grim Reaper can easily get you? Oh, wait...You're not afraid of anything. Nope. You aren't except for one thing..........." Lucia froze up on the whip's handle. Her hand wrapped around the leather but her heart froze in place. There was only one or two times she had ever gotten scared in her time and this was one reminiscent of a night when she had to patrol North Window with one of the most talkative men in the realm!! The talkative guard immediately had turned tail when they had found Sid, burying fish again.
It had only made her freeze for a moment as it took her the time to find out what Landis had been keeping hidden from her. He had lied to her that night about her death being very quick. The Reaper was willing to allow her daughter to kill and then be killed in their best battle, but it had not happened ever. Now, she was not going to be intimidated by a big morbid bully such as Sid.
"Hugo is such a precious child, especially when he is an only one, isn't he, Lucia? Oh, well...Don't worry. The both of you have a while to be reaped." Then ending, he smiled, the whip lashing out towards him, latching and wrapping itself firmly around his forearm as she anticipated. Her dark eyes glowered at the degrading and morbid Winghorde ready to lash out with her fist if needed.
"That's good then, Sid. You will not scare me and you better not try to divert Hugo's attention from helping the Flame Champion Geddoe." She growled, dragging the willing Winghorde towards her, angrily. The whip rubbing roughly against his scarred pale skin causing the whiteness to flush. His somewhat crazy laugh came out, happy that she had finally learned, something amused with it all as he finally got the mother hen to smile as well.
"I will not...........But, call me Landis now, Chief Lucia." He smiled, causing his weird laughter to come out. The whip unleashed from his arm as he went over to the tree, grinning at the fruitfulness of having fought. He loved the thrill of battle but even more he loved the sickening deaths that littered the battlefield. Picking up his scythe, he stretched out the leathery black wings, no longer a hinderance, and flapped them so he floated above the ground.
"I see." She watched as he lifted upwards, gently floating to the higher castle grounds. The tavern lights illuminated only lightly as most of the occupants were summed up into five people: Ace, Joker, Anne, the other town drunk (besides Ace and Joker), and Nei. He knew that the front door was well guarded by at least one Harmonian, one Grasslander, and one Zexan. Rather a rather annoying dog and another Grasslander only guarded the tavern. He decided to take the most noticeable route, one that may lend him a bed to lay down on.
Placing a cold hand upon the weathering wood, he was met with the gentle creaking into the warmth of the tavern. The opening of the door caught everyone's attention within. The Grasslander guard only blinking at the sudden appearance from the darkness of the Winghorde. The surprised faces seemed to grow pasty white. His pale skin contrasting to the warm light inside. Anne looked up from her bar, scared and unsure what to serve the winghorder.
Landis only smirked, allowing himself through the door, closing the weatherworn wood to a clasp upon the hinges. The cold shut out from their faces, but their faces still waiting to thaw out from the frozen surprise upon their faces. The winghorder could only shake his head, smiling as he sat on one of the plush stools, sitting across from Anne.
The white haired bartender gaped then composed herself easily. Her somewhat motherly manner returning. She began wiping her bar, gently as if the scarred wood was indeed glass, fragile and easily broken. Her face looked upwards as if she hadn't seen him come in. The pale blue eyes she beheld seemed to look deep into that one crimson eye he had. Only a gentle shaking of his visage told her she had no need to be the counselor of his problems. They were different, besides he had no need anymore.
"What do you want?"
"Do you have Two Rivers Sake?"
"Y-yes. That will be five hundred potch, though." She wasn't sure if Landis even kept money. From the rumors she heard, he was one of the others. The others she classified as people who were very lethal and even more too quiet and secretive. She was not one of a friend who kept their secrets to themselves by much. Geddoe was the only one who she seemed to trust in her bar since she was also grateful he had let her have the bar in the first place.
Upon finding the drink he named, she quickly gave him the half-filled glass. The liquid swirling around it, half-full in a motion that suggested it was nothing but air within the glass. He raised his glass to her, placing five hundred potch upon the bar top. His hands skimming past the coins easily as he drank the liquid down his throat. The burning sensation scourging his throat, the warming liquid easily passing through his esophagus. The after-effects twisted only his senses to where they were dulled by the potent drink.
He could remember when he had the sake before. He had gotten innocently drunker than he should have. His tongue had loosened and he had ended up talking to her and fell asleep as she treated him for his drunkard wounds. Taking a firm nod to snap out of his reverie, he tried to somewhat smile without being creepy at Anne, but well, he was not that good at it. Landis exited the tavern through the door into the castle, wandering the halls for the hospital.
Finding the door to the hospital rooms, he paused. A sharp intake of breath as his rough callused fingers brushed against the firm wood, opening the moaning drones of patients who had not yet been silenced for their sleep. Dr. Tuta was sleeping, uncomfortably on his desk, while Mio had fallen asleep in a chair by a patient's side. Taking deliberately quiet steps, he moved to the most private and most inviting hospital bed.
His clawed feet made silent scrapes that would not make even greatest hearing mouse wonder. The rustling of his wings as they fidgeted was very natural. He knew that if anything, a hospital bed would be open to the public much more than any of the other rooms. He almost knew no one and didn't really care to but he was. Landis paused. His eye surveying the room once more before going underneath the soft cotton blanket, a normal hospital standard one, but it worked for its purpose.
The leathery black wings folded themselves protectively around his body, waiting in case they would get attacked. Silently wishing his nightmare and guilt would end; he wished for his death once more much to the marring of an individual's visage, which could not be easily seen from the shadows. The person stood straight up from the position they had been in and easily vanished without a trace in the air that they had been there.
All the meanwhile, Landis came to terms on why he never drank alcohol the next morning.
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O______O ...........This was a freaky chapter. Besides that? Gah. I feel so tireeeeeed right now!! -_- This chapter is making me even a bit scared of all the flames I'm probably going to get because it contains necrophilia and its just tooooo damned weird right now. Well, truth be told, I was hoping for it to be really creepy, but I wasn't sure if this was too creepy or what.
Now that I'm finished with this chapter, I'll begin on the next one!! This series I thinks will only last to about six or seven chapters. I just want to finish with it because it is really hard not to try to start brreaking into song or something. Great, now I'm imagining Yuber sing to sweet transvestite from RHPS. Spirits, shoot me.
Hold on, wait.........even worse imagery........
Landis singing Like a Virgin. (O)_o ~~~~ Authoress hast lost it.
Hm....Well, I just finished reading The Alabaster Staff from the Rogue series. I love rogues!! **brandishes her "love rogues" button** I really think that Demok and Kersyhn should get together because she rocks and he is such a imaginary hot guy..........at least in my mind. I think I'll go searching for any of the Rogue series fanfics and see what they have...........but besides that, I am doing relatively well. School driving me crazy and just the reasoning to everyone else, that yes, I am insane.
Well, gtg. I'm getting too sleepy. LOVES TO ALL!!!
Please hit the review button and review. TO MY READERS: MY SANITY IS IN YOUR HANDS!! YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE!! ^_));
A/N: This is a Landis centered fic!! I hope it to be only of five chapters!! It would do me a great pleasure if you reviewed your thoughts on this!!
WARNING: This chapter contains some necrophiliac issues within the first seventeen paras!! Please beware and do not flame me if you don't heed my warning!!
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I'm wrapped up with the darkness of daily life
I'm struggling with freedom
I can't peek at my face
Because of the bright dream I had with you
There is only one thing that
I can reflect in my dirty mirror
It is not a fake light
You're my light
-The Pillows 'One Life'
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Break: One Life
He twitched, body compromised into a rather unique position!! The darkness was calling for him, calling for the child he had named himself after!! His mother was calling for him!! Her dark cloak billowing into the dank musty breeze of a library!! Green eyes sparkling forth from the darkness of the hood!! It was the first time ever that he had seen his dear mother's eyes!!
They were beautiful!! Emerald gems of light in the depth of the darkness, the never-ending abyss as sweet smelling as a rose garden, Peculiar since his mother, his wonderfully dismissing mother, would more than likely smell of death instead!! With one pale hand, he brushed away the dark hood from the eyes and saw not his mother, but her!!
Her sandy blonde hair swept off her shoulders, the breeze carrying a tress here and there, into a small bun at the base of her neck. Her green eyes glowing with the mirth she had held in living life. They were sparkling, as they always had been fresh in Landis's memory. The woman's cheeks were the color of dipped blossoms, cheery and soft to behold in one's eyes.
"Zoe-i!!" A faithless breath was all it took a firmly placed hand onto her cheek as she allowed the warmth to welcome her dead skin, to welcome the corpse that she had become!! The face that he had at first seen turned into decaying flesh!! The feel of the grimy sludge against his hands caused the winghorder to cringe in thought, a sad smile threading upon her lips!!
Her brow rotting to nothing as the stench grew!! The stench of death, dying corpse exploiting the room around him to its enrapturing scent of darkness, to the scent of hopelessness!! Her hand, now bones and cartilage, raised itself to his hand, the one upon her face, taking its flesh and placed it upon his own face!! He was surprised to find that he still had his two eyes. He could see out of them both, one eye, a dark russet brown and the other a bright golden hazel brown.
She nodded silently, leaning forward, her rotting skin touching his baby-soft skin of his face!! Those eyes that still stayed within their sockets were drawing him into their hypnotism!! The magnet of her green-dew eyes drew him in, his face nuzzling her cheek before they both let their lips brush, then open into the dark cavernous of her decaying mouth!! A tongue, rough and course, hardened down by the lack of activity for being buried nearly for five years, made its way, snaking into his own dark chamber!!
The taste of death was extreme, grotesque and something that made him desire her even more, even if she was a rotting corpse hanging onto a wraith-like image!! Slime seemed to fill his touch; the soft gripping hands seeming as if they left their decaying, flaying flesh upon his skin as he let his experience and instinct uphold his reason and logic at bay!!
The stagnant air, decaying flesh aroused him, desiring this thing he held even more!! The illustrious flaying sake of skin and bones, rather slimy and dripping, was not the point of his arousal, of his lust for this being!! It was those eyes!! Those were the same eyes as one of the only women he had ever respected, albeit unwillingly, but he deeply had!!
The green dew eyes closed themselves underneath dripping eyelids, lips returning the soul-breaking kiss of his own!! The rough, dark, cat- like tongue brushing against his own, her breath rasping and moaning against the fact that this being with those hauntingly efficient green eyes was the living dead!! The pity it drew from the back of his mind screamed at him to be sensible as the feeling of lust and the wanting to satiate his lust became nearly unbearable!! It surrounded him!! The husky scent of a decomposing body should have been enough to warn him that this was nothing but a sick dream!!
But it wasn't!!
His roving hands found themselves touching the sins of the flesh, the sins of her flesh!! His mind was jumbled her couldn't think right at all!! What was wrong with him? He wanted the bag of flesh right in his arms, lying down with leg spread but......
He took a step back away from the corpse in his arms!! The wings on his back fully stretching to their height of seven feet, seeming to extend themselves further but didn't!! He felt his canines grow, the dark blood mixing in with the human blood he had tasted before!! The swishing of his spit swallowed down his throat as he stared at her!!
He began to feel the pitiful hatred he had for her, the pitiful respect, and the self-loathing he had for himself surface underneath his rather forbidden thoughts!! The zombie woman stared at him, the self-hatred increasing in his thoughts even more as he looked into those deep emerald eyes he used to stare at twenty four seven and couldn't help but feel regret creeping up along his spine along with the tremors his hate caused to him!!
He visibly shook!! Within the inky black darkness of the void surrounding him, he couldn't do anything!! He wouldn't be able to as he felt his skin crawl underneath, tearing, stripping away his mind till there was nothing but the animal he was inside!! The literal definition of a mind fuck applying pressure to his nearly broken mind, bringing it to the edge, consoling it there with his own emotions manipulating him into the beast as he watched the hauntingly disgusting corpse of the woman, the one that had those damned eyes!!!
Fur rippled, surging forward out of his pores, ripening more holes for even more hair, the excruciating pain being driven through him as he felt his palms be stuck through with five inch nails, the hammers pounding along with his breath, the void morphing around his shape, masking it, confusing even his awareness, the blank awareness he felt!!
It was mind bending to watch, crucifying to bear with the many screams and whiplashes that seemed to shoot out at his back through his chortling throat!! Tears rushing down his broken mind!! Insanity was taking its toll, laughing so horribly at him right then and there!! The putrid taste still in his mouth as the monster he knew he was surged forward, knocking the decaying zombie to the ground, raping her, raping her mind, raping the putrid disgusting decomposing body as he screamed and screamed in the abyss of the darkness for help from his insanity, from the beast inside of him!!
The only onlooker upon this rather bestial and sick act, smirked underneath a hood of black.
Oh, yes!! A literal mind fuck was good to have once in awhile!!
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He shot up at once, panting heavily!! The arid air surrounding his form in the darkness certainly didn't help him feel any better!! That dream was sick!! IT was overly sick and yet he knew he had enjoyed it all, secretly wanting to have the ability to mutilate anyone's body!! Growling in hatred, he looked at his arms, the skin bare for once and could only stare at the sickly pale skin that withstood in the light of the moon!!
He couldn't believe that he was that insane to dream even doing that!! Even worse was when he enjoyed the act of consummating with an inanimate being!! Shivers and shudders ran down his spine!! He, a harbinger, shivering from the most crude act he had ever known!! Taking a look over to the tavern, he sighed!! He had come up to the surface from the under ground and had stared at the lake, having fallen asleep in one of the trees, and now woke up, breathing heavily!! Cold sweat beaded down his brow as the hair that usually hid his sealed eye was plastered to his brow!! The black leathery wings on his back twitched even more as he felt himself stretch in the lone moonbeam!!
For once he could say he was truly frightened!! He had never gotten frightened fairly easily but this.........!!no, he didn't even want to think about it!! Settling upon his troubling thoughts, he turned to see Ayame down near Mamie's restaurant!! It was in the late of the night and she shouldn't be doing anything being up this late of night!! Taking a silent leathery glide down the tree, Landis landed on the ground, haggard and worn if one could see his face clearly, hoping, retaining for some sense of sanity that he wished he could retain!!
"Sid!!" That was not Ayame!! He had mistaken the feminine figure to be of his female respected shinobi. The voice was of a different woman's. He watched, definitely hoping this, if it did get as heinous as the repulsive dream before, was also a dream and not reality. He studied the shadowed being from the darkness the trees brought him. His wingspan outstretched allowing him to look like a demonic savage god. The black tint stretching his shadow, seeming to imitate and intimidate the woman.
"This better not be another damned dream!!" He yelled fiercely at the turned woman. He could hear her pause, then slowly her body moved so that her back was not shown to him. "Why are you here?" His dark tenor voice vibrating within his windpipe extracting the sounds he needed to ask questions even if in truth, standing there, he was really ready to shit his black pants in case he was dreaming and would do a definite heinous and evil thing to this woman. "Who ar-"
He stopped short. It was she. Her green eyes sparkling through the light of the moonbeams. Blonde hair fell upon her shoulders, a working kimono on her as she walked over to him. Small timid steps he could always remember. Those eyes were the only ones he could remember ever capturing him into their trap that twisted him to where he was fully under her control, under the spell that the green oculars called for.
"Sid........You need to go home......" The apparition intoned, melodiously much like a songbird ready to sing for the Priest Hikusaak. Those delightful green eyes stared deep into his soul, the sharp point of her glance escaping throughout his black miserable soul that his mother had birthed into the world. The very depth of his black essence slicked into the warming yet sharp eyes she beheld in his view.
"Home?" He questioned her. It had always been like that. He was hardly able to understand her and yet.........He knew she wouldn't answer him directly, rather she had made him try to figure everything about her and her people out, instead. The working kimono swayed in the winter night breeze, tracing the graceful arc of her tenacious words. The timorous mouth she beheld gently grew into a paralyzing smile, one that was hard to see and not be heart-broken.
"Yes. Sid, you need to go home." The melodious form seemed to pause in thought then glanced up towards the moon as if holding back tears that she could not shed in front of the winghorde. The dangerous morbidity shrank the leathery limbs towards his back, believing now she was of no danger to him. She never really was but even so, the woman in front of him encompassed many things he had forever wanted to keep locked.
"Why?" It was the simple question that everyone always asked when they given a mandate by a god or a superior. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. The old scar that sealed his one lid shut seemed to throb with pain from the memories that this one woman triggered. The woman in question simply laughed, a grin spreading across her face as if a good Irish jig song had just come on after listening for five minutes to a sad one.
"Oh, Sid......" A gentle and more than calming pause as she grinned much like a bobcat in the midnight stars. "You are still so full of question that make no sense." Licking her ghostly lips, a nervous habit she had picked up from her childhood, the ghost could only let her smile stay upon the sweet syrupy cheeks.
"You know you need to go. Don't become like them."
"........." He stood astonished at the femme. His dark brunette hair wavered in front of his face with the night breeze that bit at his flesh though in a way seemed to calm his heightened emotions down. She did not understand but as she had told him before on many occasions that she had a good idea of how Winghorde life was from his description of it even if it didn't get the pain of being who she was.
Taking the few feet that stood between them, she glided over to him. Her hands trickling themselves up from her side to his lingering hands. The flesh underneath her haunting fingers were resonating with the midnight cold as he wore nothing but his red sleeveless tunic and his black pants. He had an immunity to some of the cold, more to the degrees of fall weather but this night and nights that were coming were nothing but cold to him.
"You're cold." The woman's green eyes flashed upwards towards his lone crimson ocular, taking in the wondrous scarlet swirling in with the darkness of the pupil. Her timid lips seeming to pout at him as she raised his hands to her creamy soft face.
"No, I'm not." It was true that in fact he wasn't as cold as she truly was in body, but in spirit her ghost was warm as the long summer days back in the Two Rivers when he had helped her harvest. The warmth seemed to spread through him, a conscious deep thought willing him to take care and not do the many reckless things he was willing to do to die.
"Sid, go and sleep on a bed, a comfortable bed for once." She had known he was lying about being cold and in truth se was worried about him. From watching over him for many years, she had come to see him nearly drown himself, get pneumonia, dive through a battlefield to try to save lives that were not as good as his had been, fall off a few cliffs to only get saved, become mainly an evil kinevil, a daredevil against the odds pitted against him.
"I don't want to." He didn't want to leave this apparent phantom of the working woman. A brief smile crossed on display upon her lips then turned into a small pouting frown. His thumb caressed the phantom's cheek. He didn't want this moment to cease for he had in fact missed this for so many years.
"Please......." Her plea was not lost on him and if she wished him to be dead like her and go to the heavens he would gladly as much as he would take his own life before he wanted to injure this creature of the harvested souls the Reaper had taken.
"All right." His sandy brunette lockes shook up and down as he nodded to her. A sympathetic smile increased upon her fresh lips and with a last look to him, raising her hand to his face she kissed one of his own hands and dissipated into thin air, whispering to him as she left for his ears to alone catch.
"I will always be with you even in your darkest times, Sid."
He stood there for a few minutes even if it did seem like a few thousand days instead. His hand gracing the place where she had placed her fingers before leaving him there, standing as a blundering idiot. Sid couldn't help but blink away something at his eyes that stung. These few minutes of peace were broken easily as if a mirror had shattered against a wall upon his birth.
"Hey!! Who's out there?!" A deep voice called out from the emptiness of the dark area. Shaking his head to try to not look so pathetic, Sid whirled towards the distraction in malice. His increasingly wonderful tolerance for breaking his concentration went far as the distraction came into view holding a small lantern. The face behind it seemed to smile gently, hiding behind a smile to mask the fear that stank out of his pores and permeated every pore of his being.
"Landis? What are you doing out here so late?! Everyone's asleep around this time." Landis could only shake his dark lockes as they surrounded his eye. The crimson viewer seeming to glow much like a demon's as he spotted the visage of Lucia, one of the true rune holder's mothers. Her blonde hair seemed to sweep around her as a rather strong gust of wind swept forward. Lucia was one of the few who speculated that he was one of the many people who fought with her.
The woman seemed to patiently await an answer. Though only half a foot taller than the rune-bearer's mother, he intimidated her only slightly. She had never personally gotten anywhere near the bottom of the caverns or anywhere in North Window Castle when he had resided there. The petite woman seemed to snarl somewhat as he moved forward.
"Landis, if that is you, you better answer or else!!" She threatened his moving bulk as he came over to her. Her tanned hands easily finding the grooved handle of her leather whip. She was ready to let out the slashing leather sooner than he would have thought had he read the situation carefully. A sneer curled up on his lip allowing the pearly white of his canines to show through.
"Isn't it scary for such a little warrior like you to run around in the dark where the Grim Reaper can easily get you? Oh, wait...You're not afraid of anything. Nope. You aren't except for one thing..........." Lucia froze up on the whip's handle. Her hand wrapped around the leather but her heart froze in place. There was only one or two times she had ever gotten scared in her time and this was one reminiscent of a night when she had to patrol North Window with one of the most talkative men in the realm!! The talkative guard immediately had turned tail when they had found Sid, burying fish again.
It had only made her freeze for a moment as it took her the time to find out what Landis had been keeping hidden from her. He had lied to her that night about her death being very quick. The Reaper was willing to allow her daughter to kill and then be killed in their best battle, but it had not happened ever. Now, she was not going to be intimidated by a big morbid bully such as Sid.
"Hugo is such a precious child, especially when he is an only one, isn't he, Lucia? Oh, well...Don't worry. The both of you have a while to be reaped." Then ending, he smiled, the whip lashing out towards him, latching and wrapping itself firmly around his forearm as she anticipated. Her dark eyes glowered at the degrading and morbid Winghorde ready to lash out with her fist if needed.
"That's good then, Sid. You will not scare me and you better not try to divert Hugo's attention from helping the Flame Champion Geddoe." She growled, dragging the willing Winghorde towards her, angrily. The whip rubbing roughly against his scarred pale skin causing the whiteness to flush. His somewhat crazy laugh came out, happy that she had finally learned, something amused with it all as he finally got the mother hen to smile as well.
"I will not...........But, call me Landis now, Chief Lucia." He smiled, causing his weird laughter to come out. The whip unleashed from his arm as he went over to the tree, grinning at the fruitfulness of having fought. He loved the thrill of battle but even more he loved the sickening deaths that littered the battlefield. Picking up his scythe, he stretched out the leathery black wings, no longer a hinderance, and flapped them so he floated above the ground.
"I see." She watched as he lifted upwards, gently floating to the higher castle grounds. The tavern lights illuminated only lightly as most of the occupants were summed up into five people: Ace, Joker, Anne, the other town drunk (besides Ace and Joker), and Nei. He knew that the front door was well guarded by at least one Harmonian, one Grasslander, and one Zexan. Rather a rather annoying dog and another Grasslander only guarded the tavern. He decided to take the most noticeable route, one that may lend him a bed to lay down on.
Placing a cold hand upon the weathering wood, he was met with the gentle creaking into the warmth of the tavern. The opening of the door caught everyone's attention within. The Grasslander guard only blinking at the sudden appearance from the darkness of the Winghorde. The surprised faces seemed to grow pasty white. His pale skin contrasting to the warm light inside. Anne looked up from her bar, scared and unsure what to serve the winghorder.
Landis only smirked, allowing himself through the door, closing the weatherworn wood to a clasp upon the hinges. The cold shut out from their faces, but their faces still waiting to thaw out from the frozen surprise upon their faces. The winghorder could only shake his head, smiling as he sat on one of the plush stools, sitting across from Anne.
The white haired bartender gaped then composed herself easily. Her somewhat motherly manner returning. She began wiping her bar, gently as if the scarred wood was indeed glass, fragile and easily broken. Her face looked upwards as if she hadn't seen him come in. The pale blue eyes she beheld seemed to look deep into that one crimson eye he had. Only a gentle shaking of his visage told her she had no need to be the counselor of his problems. They were different, besides he had no need anymore.
"What do you want?"
"Do you have Two Rivers Sake?"
"Y-yes. That will be five hundred potch, though." She wasn't sure if Landis even kept money. From the rumors she heard, he was one of the others. The others she classified as people who were very lethal and even more too quiet and secretive. She was not one of a friend who kept their secrets to themselves by much. Geddoe was the only one who she seemed to trust in her bar since she was also grateful he had let her have the bar in the first place.
Upon finding the drink he named, she quickly gave him the half-filled glass. The liquid swirling around it, half-full in a motion that suggested it was nothing but air within the glass. He raised his glass to her, placing five hundred potch upon the bar top. His hands skimming past the coins easily as he drank the liquid down his throat. The burning sensation scourging his throat, the warming liquid easily passing through his esophagus. The after-effects twisted only his senses to where they were dulled by the potent drink.
He could remember when he had the sake before. He had gotten innocently drunker than he should have. His tongue had loosened and he had ended up talking to her and fell asleep as she treated him for his drunkard wounds. Taking a firm nod to snap out of his reverie, he tried to somewhat smile without being creepy at Anne, but well, he was not that good at it. Landis exited the tavern through the door into the castle, wandering the halls for the hospital.
Finding the door to the hospital rooms, he paused. A sharp intake of breath as his rough callused fingers brushed against the firm wood, opening the moaning drones of patients who had not yet been silenced for their sleep. Dr. Tuta was sleeping, uncomfortably on his desk, while Mio had fallen asleep in a chair by a patient's side. Taking deliberately quiet steps, he moved to the most private and most inviting hospital bed.
His clawed feet made silent scrapes that would not make even greatest hearing mouse wonder. The rustling of his wings as they fidgeted was very natural. He knew that if anything, a hospital bed would be open to the public much more than any of the other rooms. He almost knew no one and didn't really care to but he was. Landis paused. His eye surveying the room once more before going underneath the soft cotton blanket, a normal hospital standard one, but it worked for its purpose.
The leathery black wings folded themselves protectively around his body, waiting in case they would get attacked. Silently wishing his nightmare and guilt would end; he wished for his death once more much to the marring of an individual's visage, which could not be easily seen from the shadows. The person stood straight up from the position they had been in and easily vanished without a trace in the air that they had been there.
All the meanwhile, Landis came to terms on why he never drank alcohol the next morning.
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O______O ...........This was a freaky chapter. Besides that? Gah. I feel so tireeeeeed right now!! -_- This chapter is making me even a bit scared of all the flames I'm probably going to get because it contains necrophilia and its just tooooo damned weird right now. Well, truth be told, I was hoping for it to be really creepy, but I wasn't sure if this was too creepy or what.
Now that I'm finished with this chapter, I'll begin on the next one!! This series I thinks will only last to about six or seven chapters. I just want to finish with it because it is really hard not to try to start brreaking into song or something. Great, now I'm imagining Yuber sing to sweet transvestite from RHPS. Spirits, shoot me.
Hold on, wait.........even worse imagery........
Landis singing Like a Virgin. (O)_o ~~~~ Authoress hast lost it.
Hm....Well, I just finished reading The Alabaster Staff from the Rogue series. I love rogues!! **brandishes her "love rogues" button** I really think that Demok and Kersyhn should get together because she rocks and he is such a imaginary hot guy..........at least in my mind. I think I'll go searching for any of the Rogue series fanfics and see what they have...........but besides that, I am doing relatively well. School driving me crazy and just the reasoning to everyone else, that yes, I am insane.
Well, gtg. I'm getting too sleepy. LOVES TO ALL!!!
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